<?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-309997724540288962</id><updated>2011-10-10T07:16:47.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trent and Steph Jones</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-4002449667620672832</id><published>2011-09-10T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:51:23.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECkmfHqVOvc/TmxMUiM0lFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VtTncOIP-M0/s1600/sept11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECkmfHqVOvc/TmxMUiM0lFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VtTncOIP-M0/s400/sept11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650975548104807506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 8 hours it will have been exactly 10 years since the horrible events of 9/11 began.  I've been sitting on the computer here looking at pictures, reading stories and just re-living that day.  It's crazy how you could ask anyone to tell you what they were doing the moment they found out and they could remember it like it was yesterday.  I've never written down my experience so I thought I would "write" it.  &lt;br /&gt;On the night of September 10th I went over to my sister's house to sleep over.  I was leaving early the next morning with her, her husband and kids and driving to Disneyland.  Woo hoo!!!  Jen and Laron came downstairs around 10 and told me we were leaving right then instead.  I don't remember the details...something about Laron thinking we had reservations in Vegas the next night but really they were this day.  Anyway, we packed everything up and headed to Vegas.  We checked into the Stratosphere hotel in the middle of the night and we all went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning we all woke up and started getting ready for the day.  Laron decided to turn on the TV and that's when we saw the news.  I wasn't really paying attention to the TV when he turned it on, I was playing with one of the kiddos.  I just remember Laron yelling to Jen who was in the bathroom getting ready "Jen, come look at this".  I turned and looked too.  We all just stared in disbelief.  &lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember is feeling panicked because we were in the Stratosphere and they were having all of us evacuate.  All the well-known (especially tall) buildings all over the US were on high alert.  &lt;br /&gt;After we evacuated we just started driving to California.  The rest of the trip was quite interesting.  We still went to Disneyland and Sea World like planned, but the whole mood of the trip was pretty somber.  I remember my brother in law, especially, was extremely preoccupied.  Every opportunity to hear coverage was taken.  Every time we were in the car the radio was on, the second we got into the hotel we flipped on the news. My poor nephews didn't understand what was going on.  I remember Lane, who was 6 at the time saying something like "Why do we keep having to watch these buildings burning?".  I think he was getting annoyed with the fact that we wouldn't let him watch "fun TV".   &lt;br /&gt;We heard President Bush speak over the radio while we were driving.  I just remember thinking about how many millions of people from all walks of life were listening to the same thing I was at that same moment.  I felt so united. I was reminded of a scene in the movie Armageddon when they show people all over the country glued to their TVs and radios listening to the president give them scary news.   &lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the nation had a moment of silence.  I was at Disneyland by myself with my three nephews.  Jen and Laron had left to go to a concert.  They shut all the rides down.  The happiest place on earth stood still while we all took a moment to think about the week's events.  &lt;br /&gt;I loved seeing all the patriotism and pride in the following weeks.  American flags were EVERYWHERE.  It was beautiful.  Everyone seemed to be grateful and kind.  I wish we could always be that way.  &lt;br /&gt;It's been 10 years and it's crazy to re-live those events and feelings.  Reflecting on this makes me feel so humble and blessed for all the wonderful things in my life.  I pray for all those who had to actually live through and experience that day up close and personal.  God bless.  Now if you'll excuse me I need to go give my husband and my daughter a huge hug and kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-4002449667620672832?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4002449667620672832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=4002449667620672832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4002449667620672832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4002449667620672832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering-911.html' title='Remembering 9/11'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECkmfHqVOvc/TmxMUiM0lFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VtTncOIP-M0/s72-c/sept11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-4936934408335778385</id><published>2011-07-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:29:12.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>If you look on the right side of this blog you'll see that cute little brunette holding a stuffed bunny telling us all that my little girl is done cooking.  Well, if this is true then shouldn't I be holding her in my arms and kissing her soft little mushy face right now?  Ha ha, ok I know that most people don't have their babies on their due date, but for 9 months I have had a date in my mind so all of the sudden when that day comes and goes and my little nugget is still in utero, I tend to get a little anxious.  &lt;br /&gt;Is she going to come tomorrow?  Am I going to have to wait another week?  Is she ok in there?  It's the unknown that's so exciting, stressful, frustrating, amazing!!! &lt;br /&gt;Things are going well, I'm just so ready.  I never thought I'd get to that place because I've always had a list of things that I wanted to get done before she got here.  Well, the list is finally complete and so I'm emotionally and physically ready.  Today was my last day at work (I do have to go back for a few days in August, but I'm pretty much done).  Here I wait....regardless of what happens it's still crazy to think that in less than a week I will have my baby.  Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She is moving around like crazy as I'm typing right now.  We've been chatting all day.  I told her this morning that today was her special day and there were a lot of people, especially her Mommy and Daddy, that are really excited to meet her.   She just doesn't like everyone making a big deal about her arrival.  She's so shy and modest so I'm trying to calm her nerves. Ha ha, ok now I clearly need to go to bed. Happy Baby Week for Me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-4936934408335778385?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4936934408335778385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=4936934408335778385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4936934408335778385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4936934408335778385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/07/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-6072694719343809888</id><published>2011-04-03T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:53:33.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Cease"</title><content type='html'>Two days after hearing the news about my grandpa, we lost our Cici.  As I'm typing this I still can't believe it.  This was completely unexpected, she died in her sleep.  She was only 2 years old.  &lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know Trent and I know that she was like our kid.  We loved that dog SO MUCH. She was an indoor dog and as quirky as they come.  I've never met a dog like her. Her favorite thing ever was to be by us.  She was fiercely loyal, LOVED to cuddle and to get her head and neck rubbed. She really was one of the fam. &lt;br /&gt;I've NEVER had a connection with an animal like this in my whole life.  When we decided to get her it wasn't because we wanted a dog, it was because we wanted her and specifically her.  &lt;br /&gt;I keep typing things and deleting things over and over, but honestly there isn't much else that I want to say publicly except that We Love You Cease and Miss You Like Crazy!!!.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCrvOUipN7A/TZkgHhi_A6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uBHcsT2aK8Q/s1600/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCrvOUipN7A/TZkgHhi_A6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uBHcsT2aK8Q/s400/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591535725993460642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off her sweet moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w84u_pZlduc/TZkiD0JB9sI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_ynJb-OhBLw/s1600/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w84u_pZlduc/TZkiD0JB9sI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_ynJb-OhBLw/s400/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591537861288654530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zonked out in the truck after a weekend at the cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ua1tVPhRvQs/TZkiVB2DIcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bLYrJjeqWB4/s1600/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ua1tVPhRvQs/TZkiVB2DIcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bLYrJjeqWB4/s400/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591538157024911810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSx0lrcxFG8/TZkig7QZotI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vNbUCALIGbI/s1600/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSx0lrcxFG8/TZkig7QZotI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vNbUCALIGbI/s400/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591538361414820562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vSKAp7Q4S8/TZkipQ8CrCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XzlFhkxoFUs/s1600/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vSKAp7Q4S8/TZkipQ8CrCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XzlFhkxoFUs/s400/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591538504673963042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recovering after her accident/surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvV6T1bMIMM/TZki3T2jJjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BMk40tEFLKg/s1600/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvV6T1bMIMM/TZki3T2jJjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BMk40tEFLKg/s400/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591538745974400562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love you Cease!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-6072694719343809888?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6072694719343809888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=6072694719343809888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/6072694719343809888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/6072694719343809888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/04/cease.html' title='&quot;The Cease&quot;'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCrvOUipN7A/TZkgHhi_A6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uBHcsT2aK8Q/s72-c/heart%2Btree%2Btree%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-7306066232351516073</id><published>2011-04-03T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:22:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Henry</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weeks have been extremely emotional for me.  It started when I received an email from my aunt explaining to all the family that my Grandpa was not doing too well.  He had been feeling really tired among other things.  Several individuals from my family decided to make time in the upcoming weekend to go to Idaho to see him.  In between the email and the time we got there, they admitted my grandpa to the hospital.  He had pneumonia and some other complications.  &lt;br /&gt;I didn't like seeing him in the hospital, he's always been so energetic and able bodied that it was quite different to see him confined to a bed, but his spirit's were still high as always.  He was crackin' jokes and telling stories like normal.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful that I was able to give him a hug that day and tell him that I love him.  During the next few days, things physically took a turn for the worst and my grandpa passed away a few days later.  &lt;br /&gt;Receiving the news from my Dad brought me to tears (at work conveniently :).  I started thinking about memories of him and stories that he's told me. My grandpa was a few months shy of 91 so I knew this day was coming in the near future, but it's still tough to hear that your grandpa is no longer here.  &lt;br /&gt;The funeral was wonderful.  I know that might sound a little silly, but it was really one of the most peaceful and calm experiences I've had in a really long time.  My grandpa was THE BEST example of how to live the gospel.  Will I miss him, of course, but I KNOW I will see him again.  I know that he lived his life the best he possibly could've. &lt;br /&gt;One of my most cherished experiences with him was one night when he stayed up with me into the wee hours of the morning talking.  This conversation happened during a time in my life when I really needed some guidance.  I was able to tell him how much that conversation meant to me and the impact it had on my life.  The whole reason we come to this earth is to be tested and he passed his test with flying colors and anyone who knew him would agree.  It was nice to get together with family and celebrate his life.  I didn't get a chance to talk with all of my cousins or other relatives the day of his funeral, but I've also never felt closer to them. My testimony has been strengthened through this experience and I believe it has a lot to do with the way that he lived his life and because of the example that he was. This has truly been a spiritual experience for me.  Love you and miss you grandpa...until we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQ6uMKz3Z0/TZkZeFQKpLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wHqqQPjpU0k/s1600/IMG_4396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQ6uMKz3Z0/TZkZeFQKpLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wHqqQPjpU0k/s400/IMG_4396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591528416953935026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My parents, Trent and I, and Grandma and Grandpa Henry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-7306066232351516073?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7306066232351516073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=7306066232351516073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7306066232351516073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7306066232351516073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/04/grandpa-henry.html' title='Grandpa Henry'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQ6uMKz3Z0/TZkZeFQKpLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wHqqQPjpU0k/s72-c/IMG_4396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-2808943399053091734</id><published>2011-03-03T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:57:31.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Babe</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast this pregnancy is going.  I feel extremely blessed for the way I've been feeling so far.  Besides those first six weeks, I've felt great.  I don't even feel pregnant except for when I look down and see my ever growing tummy.  I pray in gratitude everyday for the way this has all been going.  We had our 20 week recently.  It's crazy how the words "she has all four chambers in her heart" and "look there are two kidneys" can make my little heart melt.  Our little babe is such a good girl growing all her parts like she should.  Oh PS...we are having a GIRL!!! I've told a lot of people, but I never made one big announcement about it. I kept meaning to, but I wanted to upload pictures of us finding out and I struggle SO MUCH uploading pictures on our computer so I put off a lot of blogging.  My friend Lindsay is an ultrasound tech and scanned me, but Trent couldn't be there (this was ultrasound #3 by the way. Our little one is quite the modest one...and she'd better stay that way :)  Ha ha, anyway I really wanted to find out with Trent so Lindsay took a picture and then burned it on a CD for me to take home.  That night Trent and I sat at our computer together and pulled up the CD that said "It's girl".  &lt;br /&gt;Trent and I both thought it was a girl from the beginning.  Let's be honest, we had a 50/50 chance, but we both felt strong about it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better take back what I said about not feeling pregnant at all.  I guess I just meant I haven't felt sickly pregnant. I'm definitely noticing all the changes. I have been feeling her for about two weeks now.  Crazy feeling!!!  It feels like there is a little snake or goldfish inside me.  I don't feel kicks or anything, I feel slithers.  Ha ha, I love when I poke her and she pokes/slithers back.  It's awesome!!!  I've also started visiting the bano much more frequently.  I used to never wake up in the night to go to the restroom.  Well, those days are over.  Will I ever see them again?  One can dream right? Ha ha, I get up at least once, sometimes more, a night.  The sleeping on the stomach days are just about over, in fact they might be done.  I have started to feel more emotional as well.  I have been pretty non-emotional so far.  Well, not non-emotional, I was emotional before I got pregnant, but I didn't feel EXTRA emotional...until this week.  I think the waterwork hormones are finally kicking in.  In fact, as I'm sitting here typing this Trent asked me what I was writing about.  I said "our baby" and he said what are you saying.  I started reading it to him and when I got to the part that I said "It's crazy how the words....."  I started crying, I couldn't even read it to him.  Ha ha, the tears have been flowing a little more freely this past week.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are going well and I couldn't be happier about this whole experience so far.  "Little girl, I'm kind of fond of you" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-2808943399053091734?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2808943399053091734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=2808943399053091734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2808943399053091734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2808943399053091734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/03/babe.html' title='The Babe'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-296840197013872313</id><published>2011-01-08T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:26:10.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Trimester Bliss!!!</title><content type='html'>It's true what people have been telling me.  The second trimester is a great place to be.  Ok I'm "technically" still a week away but I sure am feeling good.  I must say I've been pretty blessed compared to some stories I've heard.  The month of December was not a very good month for me as far as the way I was feeling.  I remember even thinking "Will I ever feel good again?"  I had zero energy and A LOT of queezy feelings.  It started off as ravenous hunger ALL THE TIME.  I just constantly was needing to eat food or I would feel nauseous.  As long as I was eating it wasn't as bad, but eating started to get old really quick because I was running out of foods that didn't make me gag.  I didn't have a problem finding things to eat at first, but once I ate a particular thing I couldn't eat it again.  I'd be hungry and eat a sandwich and then from that point on if I ever thought about that sandwich again I would feel nauseous.  Then, I decided it would be a good idea to get the flu.  Oh my, that week was a bad one.   &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up this past Monday morning and I felt kind of normal.  It continued through the whole day.  It was the first time in weeks that I worked a normal day without wishing I was home in bed.   I've felt that way this whole week.  It's awesome!!!  I actually have energy to do things and I haven't felt woozy at all.  Knock on wood that this isn't just a fluke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-296840197013872313?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/296840197013872313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=296840197013872313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/296840197013872313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/296840197013872313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-trimester-bliss.html' title='2nd Trimester Bliss!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-7439792143631749987</id><published>2011-01-08T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:25:52.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bun in the Oven</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe it.  There is a wee one growing inside me.  This week we're working on fingerprints and trying to get it to where the head doesn't make up 50% of its body.  Grow body grow!!!&lt;br /&gt;On a cold Saturday morning in November I decided to wake up and go run a 5K with Emily.  This was also known as day 46.  The day I told myself I would take a test if I hadn't started my period.  After the run, breakfast with Emily and the drive home  my thoughts were in a million different places, not on taking a test.  I really had to go to the bathroom.  As I run upstairs the thought hits me "Today is the day you are supposed to take a test".  I had to go so bad (TMI) and I've taken so many negative tests when I thought my period was taking too long that I was like "Nah, I'm not pregnant, don't worry about it".  Well, at the last second I just grabbed a test and decided "Ah, why not?"  Well, those lines did not hesitate showing up.  No they did not, big and bold they were in a matter of seconds.  &lt;br /&gt;Time stood still.&lt;br /&gt;Uh........what?  Are you serious?  No way?  Really?  Nah!!!  Is this real right now? PS-These were all happy are you serious's.  We had been trying for this but I just didn't expect it to happen already.  My doctor told me to expect to wait a while and be patient because my cycles are ridiculously long and unpredictable.  I was in a bit of shock.  I just stared at the thing for quite a while.  Is this really the moment?  Ahh!!!  I can't believe it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;To this day it hasn't fully sunk in.  I mean I believe it, but at the same time I don't believe it.  I can't wait until I can feel the little nugget move around and stuff.  I'm so excited and the due date is July 18th.  Some days that feels so soon and other days it feels like it is never going to get here.  I'm SOOOOOO excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-7439792143631749987?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7439792143631749987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=7439792143631749987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7439792143631749987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7439792143631749987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/01/bun-in-oven.html' title='Bun in the Oven'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-51877459645327492</id><published>2011-01-08T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:24:49.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cici's Night Out</title><content type='html'>In October me and "The Cease" went for a little walk. La la la, everything is grand, la dee da dee da...when all of the sudden evil spawn dog comes charging out of its yard and goes right for Cici's throat. What the? Seriously, the dog latched on to her neck/collar and wouldn't let go. The dog's owner (boyfriend of the owner) comes over to try and get his dog off of mine.  Meanwhile, I'm yelling who knows what and in shock of what's happening and Cici is looking at me with the most terrified look ever. I can't explain how sad her face made me.  After a couple seconds Cici managed to wiggle herself out of her collar and then bolted for her life. I called after her, but I honestly don't think she heard me. My pup was scared to death. I watched her sprint across 90th South!!! Hello heart attack at age 27!!! I seriously think my heart stopped while I watched her cross through all the lanes of traffic. It's a miracle she didn't get hit right then.&lt;br /&gt;I ran after her, but she's so dang fast I lost her in a second. I started running through the neighborhood she was in and kept calling her name....nothing. I had no clue which street she turned on or what direction she headed. I was just guessing. After a little bit, I decided I'd better head home and grab Trent and who knows, maybe Cici headed home too. I jogged home and as soon as I opened the door to our house I started crying as I yelled for Trent. He comes running upstairs and I tell him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: I fell in love with Trent a little more this day. He is awesome in crisis mode. He hugged me and stayed calm as he grabbed his shoes and keys.&lt;br /&gt;We both jumped in the car and headed to the neighborhood where I last saw her. We rolled the windows down and called for her....again nothing. We stopped people on the street or sitting on their porches and none of them had seen our dog.&lt;br /&gt;Another side note: Cici doesn't run away. She is glued to us all the time. She stays with us when we're in the yard and seriously hates to be away from us. Anyway, that is part of the reason I was so sad. I knew she was terrified and running on adrenaline so yes, this was a crisis for me.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, the other dog's owners were really nice (that night anyway, but that's another story) and they were helping us look for her. Also, Cici's previous owner came and helped us look.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours and another while of sitting on the porch hoping she'd come we called it a night which was a really really hard thing for me to do. How do I just stop looking for her? Animal services was closed and there was really no other people to come help. I stayed on the couch the whole night hoping that she would show up on our doorstep. I put an add on ksl for a lost dog and was trying to find any information I could on any "Lost Dog" websites.  Deep down I knew that no one had her.  There's no way she would have let anyone near her if they tried, but my fear was that she'd get hurt and because she slipped out of her collar she had no identification except a chip, but most vets were closed by now. &lt;br /&gt;Side Side Note: After we had called it quits for a while I went back out by myself really late. I was just driving around crying. Conveniently a cop pulled me over right then. Ha ha, poor guy couldn't understand a word I said through all the blubbering. Needless to say, he felt really bad for me and let me off with a warning :) &lt;br /&gt;The next morning Trent and Thad hopped on their pedal bikes and started the search again.  I headed to the pound to see if anyone had taken her there.  She wasn't there but I did get a phone call from a lady who saw my add on ksl.  She said that she heard an unfamiliar bark the previous night and it was with a bunch of other dogs.  She said that she recognized my dog because she's seen me out running with her several times.  She said she felt strongly that it was my dog she heard.  This woman is a dog person times 1,000.  I thanked her for calling and told Trent to head in the area she told me about.  Hmm, I'm sure there was a little "divine" help in letting us know where to go. &lt;br /&gt;While Trent was over there he ran into a cop.  Trent asked him if he'd seen Cici anywhere.  The cop said no, but right as they were talking he got a call on the radio saying.....a dog had just been hit by a car over by Jordan Commons :( Right place, right time...for Trent, not Cici :(&lt;br /&gt;Trent and I both headed over there and sure enough Cici had been hit.  I can't even explain how sad she looked.  She could barely walk, she was all bloody and just exhausted.  I, don't be too surprised, started crying when I saw her. &lt;br /&gt;We took her to the vet immediately and found out that she had a broken femur bone among many other gashes and bruises.  They stitched her up and we got to take her home cause they couldn't do surgery on her leg for a couple of days. That night she was so weak and I've never seen a dog eat or drink as much or as intense as she did.  Me and Trent both think she was on the move all night, I can't imagine she would just sit down and chill.  She wanted to get home.  &lt;br /&gt;First of all how awesome is she that she was able to get herself one block away from our house?  I was so impressed that she found her way back.  She was only a mile or so away but she took off in a neighborhood that we had never been in before.  Also, I would've loved to be a flea on her back that night (Cici doesn't really have fleas).  When we got her back we saw blue paint on some of her paws, some of her nails were really jacked up and cracked.  I really wonder what her night was like.   &lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward: She had the surgery.  It worked...sort of.  One of the pins they put in embedded itself into one of her tendons.  Goo!!!  So they had to have another surgery to remove the pins.  Since then she is doing really good.  She is almost back to normal.  She still favors her leg a little bit in the morning because it's stiff, but other than that she is walking and running on it and it doesn't seem to bother her at all.  Yay!!!  It's been a crazy thing, but I'm so grateful that we were able to keep her and that things didn't turn out much worse like they could have.  We seriously love that dog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-51877459645327492?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/51877459645327492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=51877459645327492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/51877459645327492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/51877459645327492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2011/01/cicis-night-out.html' title='Cici&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-8328825048565770310</id><published>2010-10-22T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:50:53.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo La La</title><content type='html'>Ok let's be honest, Trent and I would've been a serious power couple back in the 50's.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TMJpg8AdoyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/auWMp3kMApQ/s1600/steph+and+trent"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TMJpg8AdoyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/auWMp3kMApQ/s400/steph+and+trent" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531099306949190434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-8328825048565770310?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8328825048565770310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=8328825048565770310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/8328825048565770310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/8328825048565770310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2010/10/oo-la-la.html' title='Oo La La'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TMJpg8AdoyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/auWMp3kMApQ/s72-c/steph+and+trent' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-773990160800872057</id><published>2010-09-03T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:13:52.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Lifestyles 5K</title><content type='html'>The employee wellness program at work that I coordinate is called Healthy Lifestyles.  Each quarter we offer a challenge to the employees.  The challenges have to do with anything from physical activity to stress relief. Well, crazy Stephanie over here decided to put together a 5K for the employees and their families to participate in for the 3rd quarter challenge.  It was on August 14th and it was so much fun.  I seriously felt like a proud mother watching it all happen after months of jumping through hoops to make it a reality.  It was an awesome sight to see people together with their family and friends being physically active. I was pretty happy that there were no disasters.  There were a couple minor hiccups to learn from, but overall greatness.  The weather was perfect!!!  We had face painting, free t-shirts, refreshments, music, prizes, and a motivating strawberry on wheels.  Ha ha, yes that's right...could you think of a better way to start the day? :) Below are just some pictures. I'm actually kind of sad it's over, but I'm thinking that this might turn into an annual thing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFaOPSuAPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y9ksA5k3NqA/s1600/Start.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFaOPSuAPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y9ksA5k3NqA/s320/Start.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512786619547910386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone lined up waiting to start.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFVkk-rV-I/AAAAAAAAADk/CaTX1qKeEZ0/s1600/1st,+2nd,+3rd+Place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFVkk-rV-I/AAAAAAAAADk/CaTX1qKeEZ0/s320/1st,+2nd,+3rd+Place.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512781505768413154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Congratulations!!! 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Place Runners. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFWBAVMccI/AAAAAAAAADs/nJUYWhuT7lc/s1600/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFWBAVMccI/AAAAAAAAADs/nJUYWhuT7lc/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512781994146951618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First kid under 12 to cross the finish line.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFYsz3x98I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bHc2JevC4o8/s1600/Couple+Holding+Hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFYsz3x98I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bHc2JevC4o8/s320/Couple+Holding+Hands.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512784945739855810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFY3KApBqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/I_YyyWevLls/s1600/Group+Walking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFY3KApBqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/I_YyyWevLls/s320/Group+Walking.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512785123481290402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFZC4BPuQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/h2v6-B50FCg/s1600/Lots+of+People.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFZC4BPuQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/h2v6-B50FCg/s320/Lots+of+People.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512785324810418434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFa7XIqM1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/4EuFQrL2lrM/s1600/Face+Painting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFa7XIqM1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/4EuFQrL2lrM/s320/Face+Painting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512787394747315026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Face Painting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFZKenC__I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SX1EycQyHU4/s1600/strawberry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFZKenC__I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SX1EycQyHU4/s320/strawberry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512785455428599794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFZXi4YGoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jUTxziRohqE/s1600/stroller+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFZXi4YGoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jUTxziRohqE/s320/stroller+family.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512785679913327234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFcF9V9i1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/V7PcPH7-jIY/s1600/Prizes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFcF9V9i1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/V7PcPH7-jIY/s320/Prizes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512788676313975634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the prizes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TIFj6nDUJgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/toFhORX2joU/s1600/Trent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TIFj6nDUJgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/toFhORX2joU/s400/Trent.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512797277444646402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute husband helping hand out the prizes. Awe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-773990160800872057?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/773990160800872057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=773990160800872057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/773990160800872057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/773990160800872057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-august-14-2010-healthy-lifestyles.html' title='Healthy Lifestyles 5K'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se3cC5SLFUw/TIFaOPSuAPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y9ksA5k3NqA/s72-c/Start.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-4960067887178387488</id><published>2010-08-27T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:09:42.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Trent's friend at work introduced him to this gem and he was kind enough to come home and share the masterpiece with me. Oh the giggles. You've got to watch the whole thing. I honestly don't think it's possible to ever have a bad day again knowing that this guy is just a mouse click away. Enjoy!! &lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32UGD0fV45g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32UGD0fV45g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-4960067887178387488?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4960067887178387488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=4960067887178387488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4960067887178387488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4960067887178387488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-564569006604733395</id><published>2010-07-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:06:02.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cici</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TEx89IMgXiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dXxLKVDhjrA/s1600/heart+tree+tree+(1+of+1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TEx89IMgXiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dXxLKVDhjrA/s400/heart+tree+tree+(1+of+1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497906634726333986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a dog person.  I'm not really a pet person in general...until I met Cici.  Months ago Trent told me about his friend Thad's dog.  He told me how awesome she was and everything and he also told me that she was for sale.  I didn't want a dog.  I said that maybe one day when we have kids old enough to help take care of and play with a dog we could get one, but now is not a good time.  Well, that was that...for a little while.  In January Thad and his family were going out of town and needed a dog sitter.  Trent asked if we could be the sitters so here comes Cici to our home.  She was super nervous to be at our house at first.  I'll be honest I was a little nervous for her to be here too.  She's a big ole mean looking dog.  That first night when Trent went to work I was left alone with her.  Thad lent us his kennel for her to sleep in, so I put her in there and then headed up to bed.  After a few minutes she started barking.  Her bark is deep and loud.  I got scared, I called Trent and told him that she was downstairs barking.  I started thinking she must be barking at something or someone.  I mean who just barks to bark?  I told Trent that I was hearing things.  I was curled up in a ball talking to him while listening to this beast in my house raise the roof.  Was she mad?  Scared?  I don't know this dog, I just know that she's big and upset right now.  Trent stayed on the phone with me and helped calm me down, he stayed on the phone with me while I went around the house and checked all the locks and windows.  Once I got downstairs to where Cici was she stopped barking.  I decided to sleep in the room with her on the spare bed.  She was silent the entire night.  She was just scared, she didn't know where she was and it was dark.  The rest of the week was great, I took her on walks and cuddled with her.  Then it came time for Thad to come pick her up and once she was gone I missed her.  Trent and I both loved having her at our house.  After a few days I still really missed her so we had the talk.  Are we ready to start our family?  Ha ha, just kidding.  I know a dog is not a child, but our responsibility would have to be upped in order to have a dog.  We couldn't just leave town for days without planning ahead for someone to take care of her.  We couldn't not come right home from work because she would need to be let out and fed and exercised.  After talking about the responsibility, cost and everything we decided to adopt little Cici.  &lt;br /&gt;We love her so much.  I'll be honest, I never understood the people who were so all about their pets.  People would say how dogs have personalities and they're so smart blah blah blah.  I am regretful to say that I didn't really believe it.  Well, I understand now.  She really does have a personality and she's so smart.  She's our big, hairy, stinky child.  We love her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-564569006604733395?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/564569006604733395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=564569006604733395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/564569006604733395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/564569006604733395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2010/07/cici.html' title='Cici'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/TEx89IMgXiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dXxLKVDhjrA/s72-c/heart+tree+tree+(1+of+1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-2351610807073477111</id><published>2010-07-25T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:34:28.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is hard</title><content type='html'>I log in yesterday and notice the the background on my blog disappeared.  Where did it go I wonder.  I figure that the place where I got the background decided to get rid of that template or something.  I think to myself "Ok, it can't hurt to change the look of the ole blog, I mean it's been the same for like two years and I finally have some time."  I go look for options and I find the one that disappeared off my page.  I think "this is great, I'll just upload it again and I can keep it all the same...much easier."  No matter what I try, I can't seem to get it to go back on.  Weird, so I give in and finally decide to pick out a new one.  I find this cute little number but when I apply it I notice that the black and white picture of me and Trent doesn't look so good as a header any more.  Ok ok, I will change the picture, it shouldn't be too hard just upload it right?  Well, all of the sudden the flashbacks of two years ago hit me.  Now I remember why I never wanted to change the look of my blog again.  The picture I uploaded doesn't fit the header space.  So I look up online to try and find the dimensions of what I need to re-size the photo to and I come up with this monster of a photo.  So now I have a humongous header and I'm too impatient to try and figure out how to get it smaller and still fit.  Ha ha, I hope you all love to look at mine and Trent's sweetheart heart.  I feel like one of my strengths is patience but for some reason when it comes to computer stuff, I'd rather have someone just show me rather than take the time to figure it out for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-2351610807073477111?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2351610807073477111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=2351610807073477111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2351610807073477111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2351610807073477111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging-is-hard.html' title='Blogging is hard'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-3912694333781277118</id><published>2010-07-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:10:11.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>So I'm in Wisconsin (pronounced Wis-can-sin) for a work conference.  While I was at the airport in Salt Lake killing time before my flight left I took a look at the best sellers section of the books for sale.  I see "The Hunger Games".  I've heard about this book several times recently.  One of my friends told me a broad summary of the book a while ago and I thought it sounded kind of morbid and didn't really think it sounded like something I wanted to read.  I keep hearing about it though, and from non-morbid people, my curiosity is peaked.  &lt;br /&gt;So being the curious cat that I am, and realizing I have plenty of hours to kill over the next couple of days, I buy the book.  Even the cashier ringing me up says "Oh you are going to LOVE this book".  So I'm feeling pretty confident about my purchase.&lt;br /&gt;So I start reading....it hooks me pretty quickly.  Then I get to the hunger games part and I put the book down.  "Do I really want to read this?  Everyone says it's so good, but I'm thinking about what is about to happen and I can't imagine why I'd want to read this."  These are some of the thoughts going through my head so I put the book in time out.  I call on a very reliable source and ask her if it's ok to keep reading.  She tells me her opinion on the matter and I decide to keep going.  It's got me hooked.  In fact, as I've been sitting in classes today I just kept thinking "I can't wait to go back and find out what happens."  Am I a sicko?  Anyway, I finished the book tonight and I'm left in a stupor...I really really liked the book, but I feel like for some reason I shouldn't have.  I flew through it.  If you've read it you may understand my dilemma. It was very entertaining and completely entranced me, but when I think about the actual story line...it's pretty morbid.  So there you have it, I am a grody blood thirsty girl.  For those of you who have read it, tell me what you think.  Should I keep reading, does she make the Hunger Games stop forever?  I feel like if she does then it will be ok.  Tell me...ok don't...well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-3912694333781277118?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3912694333781277118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=3912694333781277118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/3912694333781277118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/3912694333781277118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2010/07/hunger-gamesi.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-4169586561708550636</id><published>2010-01-16T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:07:25.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>I'm so behind on blogging that the thought of updating mine and Trent's life on here, in detail, is too overwhelming. Therefore, I keep putting it off longer and longer.  So I've decided rather than try and catch up, I'll give a quick skinny and start fresh from this point.&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a new job in August as a Prevention Specialist at a drug/violence treatment center in Salt Lake and left the Health Department.  The job is to teach kids while they're young about all sorts of stuff like self-esteem, how to say no to your friends, correct information on drugs, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;2. We bought a house and moved into it in September.  It's seriously so nice to have space.  If anyone saw where we were living before then they'd understand how space is now something we will never ever take for granted.  We absolutely love it.  Our prayers have definitely been answered. &lt;br /&gt;3. Trent and I spent Halloween at Samantha and Jesse's house in Mapleton with a bunch of friends. I was dressed as a pirate and Trent was a gangsta (I have mixed feelings on how to say this word...gangstA doesn't exactly flow in my speech but gangstER sounds so nerdy).  Anyway, it was a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. I quit the job in Salt Lake and went back to the Health Department in November.  Only this time I have a different position. I have finally reached full-time status.  Woo Hoo!!!  I love the new job.  I'm over the employee wellness program for Utah County government employees.  I have a ton to learn but so far so good. &lt;br /&gt;5. I did ceramics for the first time.  It's so fun.   &lt;br /&gt;6. Thanksgiving was spent with loved ones and we reflected on all that we've been blessed with this year. I learned that pumpkin pie in a graham cracker crust is much more enjoyable.  MMMMM :) &lt;br /&gt;7. My little sister Melanie got married to a guy named Michael and was a beautiful bride.  They are so cute together.  I took their engagements and my sister Angie and I took her bridal pictures.  I learned a lot about photography with just these two times.  There's so much to know.  Alyssia (who knows MUCH more than me), has let me tag along with her as she's taken family pictures.  It's nice to be able to practice with no pressure. &lt;br /&gt;8. Christmas was wonderful.  It was busy and festive and it was nice to spend time with our families. &lt;br /&gt;9. We each spent New Years working the graveyard shift.  I was at West Ridge and he was at temple square.  We wished each other a Happy New Year over the phone.    &lt;br /&gt;10. Trent is now on the swing shift which means that we hardly ever see each other :(  He works from 3-11.  He's gone by the time I get home from work around 5:30 and I'm asleep by the time he gets home around midnight.  It's only been a few weeks of this and I'll be honest, I don't love it but we're both trying to be super positive about it. It won't be forever. &lt;br /&gt;11. I just got called to serve as a primary teacher in our ward.  Last week was my first time and the kids in my class are adorable.  I'm excited about this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the quick version of the Jones's (I also don't know the correct way to pluralize my own last name.  Ha ha, I don't know if it should be Joneses or Jones's).  That's pretty sad, I should probably learn if I'm gonna carry the name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-4169586561708550636?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4169586561708550636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=4169586561708550636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4169586561708550636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4169586561708550636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-nutshell.html' title='In a Nutshell'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-7187380833789766745</id><published>2009-08-30T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:07:06.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion and Camping</title><content type='html'>Way back in June we went to Idaho for our Henry Family Reunion.  It was at my grandparents house and it was full of family, fun and relaxing.  One of the first things I wanted to do was to carve mine and Trent's heart on the Sweetheart Tree.  Years ago my grandparents and aunts came up with this brilliant idea for all of the married couples to carve a heart on the tree with their names in it.  I've been so excited for the day that me and my "sweetheart" could be on the tree.  Here is us working on it and the final result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SpsweIWlBwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NXRHUColqsM/s1600-h/288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SpsweIWlBwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NXRHUColqsM/s400/288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375943874393212674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps2BMO7MiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GmT-bDDqRrc/s1600-h/2009+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps2BMO7MiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GmT-bDDqRrc/s400/2009+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949974288413218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Spswe2qvyaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-YjdLqMYD1Q/s1600-h/292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Spswe2qvyaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-YjdLqMYD1Q/s400/292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375943886825834914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle taught us a game called Kubb and it is so fun. Lane, Evan, Melanie and me played against Trent, Brock, Jordan and Taylor.  Um...my team lost but it was still way fun. It was so hot so to cool us from the heat we played a pass the sponge game. Trent took this opportunity to drench his wife. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9nq_7BII/AAAAAAAAAIE/p5eUP77q55A/s1600-h/Sponge+game+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9nq_7BII/AAAAAAAAAIE/p5eUP77q55A/s400/Sponge+game+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375958331963409538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9nJp_E_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/C7tEJhpbd_c/s1600-h/Sponge+game+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9nJp_E_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/C7tEJhpbd_c/s400/Sponge+game+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375958323013030898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9m8Ox91I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XP2y5471y5o/s1600-h/Water+Fight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9m8Ox91I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XP2y5471y5o/s400/Water+Fight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375958319409264466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9mbPEEMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TWFECW_PZLA/s1600-h/Water+Fight+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps9mbPEEMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TWFECW_PZLA/s400/Water+Fight+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375958310552080578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the reunion, we went camping with Steve and Lexi.  It was such a chill and easy getaway.  We got dinner on the way up the canyon after work.  Trent and Steve decided to go gather wood for our fire, when I went to find them I found them trying to break this huge tree for wood by jumping on it, pulling it, throwing big rocks on it and whatever else they thought would be a good idea.  I was laughing pretty hard. After the camp out Trent went and bought an axe :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0QVP8f5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/v_PL3w3Enaw/s1600-h/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0QVP8f5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/v_PL3w3Enaw/s400/318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948035383394194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0PnHuuhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4oOTTQF75Xs/s1600-h/317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0PnHuuhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4oOTTQF75Xs/s400/317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948023000906258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0PI3cKYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gbys5aho1r4/s1600-h/341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0PI3cKYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gbys5aho1r4/s400/341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948014879517058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0OqzLuJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ttr-RyJKHw8/s1600-h/337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sps0OqzLuJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ttr-RyJKHw8/s400/337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948006808598674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-7187380833789766745?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7187380833789766745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=7187380833789766745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7187380833789766745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7187380833789766745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-2009.html' title='Reunion and Camping'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SpsweIWlBwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NXRHUColqsM/s72-c/288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-7919948082711868695</id><published>2009-08-30T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:50:51.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got One!!!</title><content type='html'>For months we've been looking for a home to buy but ALL of them have been short sales.  This just means that the bank has the final say and it can take months to hear their answer and most of the time you never hear anything from them.  You just kinda hang out in limbo hoping to hear something.  Well, we decided to try harder at finding a home that was for sale by owner.  We found a few, looked at them on Tuesday, put in a bid on Friday and they accepted it Saturday.  Whoah!!!  All of the sudden, we had a house.  Well, I guess technically it's not ours until we sign that massive stack of papers.  The inspection went well and our closing date is three weeks from tomorrow.  I can't wait.  I drive by the house almost everyday to look at it.  As soon as we're in and settled then I'll post pictures.  Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-7919948082711868695?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7919948082711868695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=7919948082711868695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7919948082711868695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7919948082711868695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-got-one.html' title='We Got One!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-2153571342836500420</id><published>2009-08-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:56:01.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cute is This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SpMLCDgHTqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o0R3za2mWYA/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SpMLCDgHTqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o0R3za2mWYA/s400/015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373650910310780578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Trent and I went to the park just to lay on our blanket and pillows and relax.  While we were there, another couple came and sat on the other side of the tree from us.  After only like a minute we heard the girl say "Are you serious?" and "Yes!!!".  We saw him put the ring on her hand and everything.  It was adorable.  I had my camera with us and just like the creepy gal that I am, I started taking pictures of them from afar.  They looked like they were turning out way cute so I debated going over there and getting their email address so I could send them pictures of their moment.  On one hand that is super creepy and stalker"ish" of me to approach them and say I've been snapping pictures of you without you knowing.  Also, sorry to ruin your moment and all, but I thought I'd come join you for a minute.  But on the other hand, what an awesome memory to be captured and I bet there's a ton of people out there who would totally love if they had that moment preserved. Well, it started raining and we ran to our car and I never said anything.  I got home and uploaded the pictures and I thought this one turned out so cute.  I put it in like an antique setting and I'm kicking myself that I didn't go over to them.  If anything they would've had a funny story to tell for the rest of their lives.  "Remember that stalker lady at the park...?"  They could've told their children's children about it. Well, I know they're tiny but if any of you out there happen to recognize these people, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-2153571342836500420?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2153571342836500420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=2153571342836500420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2153571342836500420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2153571342836500420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-cute-is-this.html' title='How Cute is This?'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SpMLCDgHTqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o0R3za2mWYA/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-5618726228322485568</id><published>2009-06-21T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:50:45.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sj64xhcI2EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2ml4w-H57EI/s1600-h/house-in-a-shopping-basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sj64xhcI2EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2ml4w-H57EI/s320/house-in-a-shopping-basket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349916568292218946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the time has come and we are ready.......to buy a house!!!  (Can you ever really be ready?)  Oh my goodness, I can't believe I'm saying these words.  Trent and I have been saving a lot of pennies over the last year in hopes to purchase a home and about a month ago we decided it was time to get serious and start looking.   We've gone twice now and looked at several homes.  It's so fun to look and to picture our lives in each of these places.  We've found some serious fixer uppers and we've also found some move-in ready things.  All but one that we've looked at are third party approved which means the bank makes the final say on what they'll sale the house for.  Anyway, this means good deals for us but, because they are such good deals, things can be competitive.  We've put in a few offers so far that haven't been successful, but we're going to put in more offers tomorrow.  Scary, but so exciting.  I lay in bed at night and think of where we could put our couches and furniture.  Anyway, I'll keep you all posted on things, but please keep us in your prayers and wish us luck that we will find a home that is good for us.  Thank you all and have a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-5618726228322485568?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5618726228322485568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=5618726228322485568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5618726228322485568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5618726228322485568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-shopping.html' title='House Shopping'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sj64xhcI2EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2ml4w-H57EI/s72-c/house-in-a-shopping-basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-5262212247035971216</id><published>2009-06-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:10:11.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be sensitive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SiauaeKbEVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qcMW64LFKJM/s1600-h/bloodtest-goodeggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SiauaeKbEVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qcMW64LFKJM/s320/bloodtest-goodeggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343149777718284626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I wouldn't consider myself one of those people who is deathly afraid of needles, but I most certainly do not enjoy them.  I've given blood several times and I can totally handle it, but I like to have someone there with me to hold my other hand and distract me and I also like it when the phlebotomist talks me through it so I know when to expect the sharp object to pierce through my vein.  I feel like that is a reasonable request, otherwise I sit there tense for five minutes while they prep never knowing when it's going to happen.  It's torture.  Well, today I had a doctor visit and they had to draw a little blood for some tests.  I wasn't extremely thrilled when the doc told me this, but what do ya do?  Anyway, I go into the room where this phlebotomy lady is and she was so not warm or friendly.  She didn't say anything to me except "Are you Stephanie?" I said yes and sat down. She wrapped a rubber band around my arm, I knew it was coming.  I told her I was kind of a wimp when it came to this and all of the sudden she turns around and jabs, yes jabs the needle in my arm. I totally flinched and she was like "Whoah!" cause it almost caused the needle to come out.  So I turned my head while she finished up.  She pulled the needle out and put on a band-aid and was like "You're done" and then she went and sat down in her chair with her back to me.  Now I understand that for someone who takes people's blood all day everyday, it's probably not a big deal.  In fact, I bet they get pretty annoyed when people complain about it, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't be kind and sensitive.  I mean they are puncturing you.  I don't need them to pat my back or give me a hug when we're done, just talk to me and act like you care that I'm nervous.  Who knows, maybe she was having a bad day and maybe normally she is upbeat and friendly but I really needed her to talk to me and not just come at me with a needle.  It makes me not favor her very much.  I just wanted to vent my frustration for a moment and ask all the phlebotomists out there to please be sensitive.  Have a great day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-5262212247035971216?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5262212247035971216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=5262212247035971216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5262212247035971216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5262212247035971216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-be-sensitive.html' title='Please be sensitive!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SiauaeKbEVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qcMW64LFKJM/s72-c/bloodtest-goodeggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-2109063543977854806</id><published>2009-05-31T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:45:28.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days and counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SiQFoD6tTZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AGLMBKjQX7w/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SiQFoD6tTZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AGLMBKjQX7w/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342401243772702098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, time flies!!!  Trent and I have officially been married a year.  I really can't believe how fast it went.  This post may get a little mushy so beware.  I just have to say that I LOVE being married to Trent.  We've learned so much about each other this past year and how to make the other one happy.  We've also learned how to make the other one not so happy :)  It's amazing how on your wedding day, you are so in love and you think that you could never love that person more because you are already filled to the brim with love for them and then each day you find that you love them even more than the day before.  I hope that made sense.  Anyway, I'm just excited for the continuing road ahead.  We have many more experiences ahead of us, good and bad and I'm so thankful that I have him and that he chose me.  Thanks for a fantastic first year Trent, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-2109063543977854806?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2109063543977854806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=2109063543977854806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2109063543977854806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/2109063543977854806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/365-days-and-counting.html' title='365 days and counting....'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SiQFoD6tTZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AGLMBKjQX7w/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-817622954470849728</id><published>2009-05-24T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:19:54.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draper Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-Xp0GFFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m63ZDny502o/s1600-h/temple+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-Xp0GFFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m63ZDny502o/s200/temple+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339578515539235922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-XeCIhyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Rt7borzFX6o/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-XeCIhyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Rt7borzFX6o/s200/temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339578512376891170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-XWUByeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g4-fI8XKAYU/s1600-h/side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-XWUByeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g4-fI8XKAYU/s200/side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339578510304463330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-XDojXOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6YVESjFdA2A/s1600-h/moroni+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-XDojXOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6YVESjFdA2A/s200/moroni+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339578505290276066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend has been full of temples so today I decided to take a little drive to the Draper temple and walk around.  It was super overcast and gorgeous.  I brought my camera along to take some pictures with the cool clouds all around.  I wasn't there very long before the rain started pouring down on me. It was so pretty up there and I had the grounds to myself.  What a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-817622954470849728?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/817622954470849728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=817622954470849728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/817622954470849728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/817622954470849728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-good-day.html' title='Draper Temple'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shn-Xp0GFFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m63ZDny502o/s72-c/temple+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-4768996149995018204</id><published>2009-05-22T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:14:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks for Dyanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd4FcqWr2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVH7WTuKb8o/s1600-h/ducks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd4FcqWr2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVH7WTuKb8o/s200/ducks2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338867918259531618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd4E-0HsmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XcEq5H6bt-I/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd4E-0HsmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XcEq5H6bt-I/s200/ducks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338867910247428706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyanna I think I know where the ducks at your pond went.  Today when I got home from work I saw this little family wandering around our yard.  They were SOOO cute and I don't even like birds most of the time.  They were running away from me as I was trying to take some pictures.  It was kind of funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-4768996149995018204?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4768996149995018204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=4768996149995018204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4768996149995018204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4768996149995018204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/ducks-for-dyanna.html' title='Ducks for Dyanna'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd4FcqWr2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVH7WTuKb8o/s72-c/ducks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-5169695862291486806</id><published>2009-05-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:10:16.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm Mmm Good!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd3IFTZ2lI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bTp_elTru5c/s1600-h/fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd3IFTZ2lI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bTp_elTru5c/s200/fruit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338866864017234514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my new favorite treat that I've been craving a lot lately.  Strawberries, bananas, vanilla yogurt and some granola on top.  I LOVE it LOVE it LOVE it!!!  Just thought you'd like to know.  Have a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-5169695862291486806?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5169695862291486806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=5169695862291486806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5169695862291486806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5169695862291486806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmm-mmm-good.html' title='Mmm Mmm Good!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Shd3IFTZ2lI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bTp_elTru5c/s72-c/fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-3038434517280600765</id><published>2009-04-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:47:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>I will admit, I'm kind of an April Fool's wannabe.  Every year when I realize it's getting close I start thinking of tricks to play and who to play them on but for some reason by the time April Fool's day comes I never do anything.  I either forget or I procrastinated planning so no tricks get played.  Well this year I was bound and determined to show my new husband how sneaky I could be.  I went to the Honda dealership a few days before April 1 and had them make a fake key for our Civic that looked like the one Trent has on his key ring, but when he tried to use the key it wouldn't work.  Ha ha, I thought this was a good idea.  The guys at the dealership even gave me the key for free because they thought it was so funny.  Anyway, I even went out to the car with the key guy to make sure it worked or didn't work in this case.  So here I was all prepared and excited to fool Trent in a few days.  Well, the day came and I totally forgot to do it.  I'm such a nerd.  I remembered later on and couldn't believe my stupidity. I decided I was still going to do this to him anyway, but it seemed like every day I would forget again or I'd remember when he was gone with his keys or we were together or something.  So yesterday I remembered to switch the keys while he was still asleep.  Yay!!!  When he woke up we decided to go to the gym together.  Well we walk out to the car and I'm getting all giddy to see his reaction and you won't believe this...he puts the key in the lock and IT WORKED!!!  There I was standing dumbfounded.  What on earth just happened?  That wasn't supposed to happen.  So now we are in the car and he puts the key in the ignition, now it won't work.  He starts to jiggle the key around and it just isn't happening.  Now is when I bust up laughing and he takes a closer look at the key to realize it's not the same as normal.  I'm all giggly and I say "April Fool".  He gives me the most confused look and says "Steph, it's April 15".  So I explain everything to him and he just laughs at his wife's failed attempt at being sneaky.  I told him I couldn't believe that the key unlocked the door, it wasn't supposed to.  So after we parked I told him to try it again and of course this time he couldn't get it to open, we also tried it in the ignition again and it totally started the car so now we just have another spare key. So the joke is played 14 days late and all I did was give him a key that works, you just have to jiggle it a little.  How funny.  I guess I'm just not cut out to be good at this April Fool's thing, but you better believe I'll try again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-3038434517280600765?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3038434517280600765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=3038434517280600765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/3038434517280600765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/3038434517280600765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-gone-wrong.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-7444139424568584323</id><published>2009-04-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:37:35.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I love General Conference.  It's a very humbling time and my emotions run high.  I especially loved Elder Holland's talk.  It was so powerful.  My thoughts are filled with love, regret, gratitude, motivation, sorrow, humility, joy and hope.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SdmGPd_fr_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/oWr1cUCscsE/s1600-h/jesuschristredrobe_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SdmGPd_fr_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/oWr1cUCscsE/s200/jesuschristredrobe_medium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321432035022057458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'm feeling refreshed and motivated to re-evaluate certain aspects of my life.  Now is a good opportunity to do a little self inventory.  I'm very grateful for the blessings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So, we have this thing going on in my family.  To be honest I don't know exactly when and where it started but we pass around this green lid.  It's a lid that's been around forever.  I can't even remember my life without it.  What was once used for cooking has now been turned into a little joke war.  Over the past few years we've been passing it around.  It turns up when you least expect it.  I know that my sister Jen found it while she was unloading her dishwasher one day and another sibling discovered it sitting on her chair at Thanksgiving dinner.  You never know when you will be the one who is deemed "keeper of the lid".  When you do receive this honor, it is your duty to pass it on to another family member, but you gotta be sneaky.  Anyway, I spent the weekend in Roy and when I was leaving this afternoon to come home I found this in my car and it was put there with such kindness to make sure that this precious lid would be safe traveling with me. Ha ha, it cracked me up when I saw it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sdl_3GESF6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tn0zgprO8rY/s1600-h/lid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/Sdl_3GESF6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tn0zgprO8rY/s200/lid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321425019213060002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Now I need to figure out who the next lucky duck is.  MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;Trent and I bought a new camera a couple weeks ago.  I've wanted a digital SLR for years and my wish finally came true.  I've played around with it a little, but have a lot to learn.  I want to get better at photography.  Last weekend I took pictures of my niece and nephew and today I took some senior pictures of my little sister Meagan.  It was way fun.  Her and I were discussing how everyone seems to have a preferred angle of their face when they are being photographed.  Kind of interesting.     &lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like to run.  I can't believe I just said that.  Running has always been something that I've absolutely hated.  It's awful, dreadful, boring, hard, and never sounds like a good idea.  BUT, it's also the exercise that makes me feel the best after I do it.  Well, I've been working really hard at building some endurance and I'll be honest it's taking me a while, but I've been increasing little by little and I've finally gotten to a point where I don't hate it anymore.  It's starting to get exciting actually.  My calves and shins don't hurt anymore after a run and I actually kind of look forward to it.  Oh my goodness I can't believe this is me talking.  Anyway, hopefully I can continue on and get better.&lt;br /&gt;There's a salad that has come to my attention.  It's not a new type of salad but I've finally gotten the courage to try it and oh my goodness how I crave it.  It's just lettuce, strawberries, feta cheese, almonds and raspberry vinaigrette dressing.  MMMMMMMM!!!  Pretty simple but I've always been afraid of fruit in salads unless it's an all fruit salad.  I'm glad I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that the weather would stop being a tease.  I'm too excited for sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed this random array of my thoughts.  Have a nice day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-7444139424568584323?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7444139424568584323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=7444139424568584323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7444139424568584323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7444139424568584323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SdmGPd_fr_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/oWr1cUCscsE/s72-c/jesuschristredrobe_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-5257998248504478953</id><published>2009-04-04T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:29:49.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, I've found it!!!</title><content type='html'>So, have you ever been driving in your car and a song comes on the radio that hits your mood perfectly? Well, that happened to me the other day but it was a song I'd never heard before. I was hoping that when it ended the DJ would say who the artist was but NOOOOO, this did not happen. Well, ever since then I've been thinking about this song, but couldn't remember how it went except for the part of the song that says "I love you." Well, try typing "I love you song" into google and see what comes up :) Not much success. So, I'm staying at my parents for the conference weekend because my dear sweet husband has to work and I was telling my sister about this song. I sang to her the one line that I remembered and it didn't sound familiar to her. We were bound and determined to hunt this song down. Well, an hour or so later we finally found it. I honestly don't know how, but here it is. I LOVE IT!!! It makes me want to go on a vacation or open all my windows, turn the music up and clean (In my visions the weather is sunny and warm, not freezing and snowy likes it been all week. Hurry up summer!!). Anyway, thanks Bug and enjoy!!&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoaTl7IcFs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoaTl7IcFs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-5257998248504478953?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5257998248504478953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=5257998248504478953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5257998248504478953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5257998248504478953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/04/alas-ive-found-it.html' title='Alas, I&apos;ve found it!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-1697963888652657390</id><published>2009-02-22T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:10:47.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SaIhv1lM3wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dyHiugCZW_U/s1600-h/drmario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SaIhv1lM3wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dyHiugCZW_U/s200/drmario.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305840416716545794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Sunday Trent came up with the brilliant idea to head over to his parents and resurrect his old school Nintendo.  Oh my goodness it's been so fun this past week (aside from the blowing on the game and into the machine to get it to work), but I must say that I love the game "Dr. Mario".  I'd never even heard of this game growing up.  It wasn't in my family's collection.  Granted we only had like 8 games, but still how could I not know about this wonderful game?  It's pretty much just like Tetris but with the motive of killing all the little germs.  So fun :)  Anyway, I don't want to toot my horn or anything but I'm getting pretty good, not gonna lie. Even though my skills are increasing I will never be able to beat Trent.  He is the master king at all Nintendo especially Dragon Spirit.  (The end of this post was wonderfully written by my dear sweet Trent:)  Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-1697963888652657390?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1697963888652657390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=1697963888652657390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/1697963888652657390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/1697963888652657390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/simpler-time.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SaIhv1lM3wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dyHiugCZW_U/s72-c/drmario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-5115218466294056128</id><published>2009-02-09T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:25:07.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>Directions fill out 6 quirky things about yourself. Then choose six people to be tagged and let them know by commenting on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SZEZrY04VlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Uruu-I_xNtU/s1600-h/weights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SZEZrY04VlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Uruu-I_xNtU/s200/weights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046469581100626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. Ok so you know how some of the weight machines at the gym have the stacked weights and you need to put the pin in the correct hole of the weight you want to lift?  (I really hope that makes sense).  Anyway, if I have to move the pin I always have to tap the stack of weights a couple times with the pin before I stick it in the correct weight for me.  I love the sound of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to have my toenails painted.  I went for about four months this past year without any polish just to see how it would go.  Well, that's how long it took for my patience to run out and go paint them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love sleeping with a fan on.  Even in the winter, the hum of it and the tiny breeze puts me right to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have a love/hate relationship with meat.  I don't like sausage, I don't like eating meat off of the bone, I don't like eating food that is in ball form.  I gag when I have to prepare raw meat.  I don't like it when meat tastes like meat (my sisters and a few others understand this).  And I've recently been struggling with ground beef too.  The last couple times I've eaten it, it has made me feel ill.  But don't get me wrong, when meat is good, it's really good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the weather is nice, one of my favorite things to do is get in the car right before dusk with a peach pleasure jamba juice, roll down the window and go for a drive listening to oldies music.  Oh how I love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I'm reading a book, I'll make the facial expressions that the characters are making without realizing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six people to tag: Stephanie, Kellie, Sami, Kara, Becky, and Bri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-5115218466294056128?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5115218466294056128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=5115218466294056128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5115218466294056128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5115218466294056128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SZEZrY04VlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Uruu-I_xNtU/s72-c/weights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-5324136051942294569</id><published>2009-01-08T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:34:46.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of a job</title><content type='html'>So I'm temporarily out of a job.  At the health department I'm hired as a 1,000 hour employee.  This basically means that I can work no more than 1,000 hours in a year.  Well, I thought that on January 1 all my hours would start over.  I was wrong.  My hours start over from the day I was officially hired which was January 30 of last year.  Ah crap,  I went way over.  So on Tuesday I was at work when my boss came and told me the news.  I can't work anymore until the beginning of February.  Not to mention that I was in the middle of mailing a ton of certificates and plaques.  I had piles all around me and was stuffing envelopes.  I felt bad cause I just had to leave and my wonderful kind co-workers had to finish it for me.  My boss is going to try and get me hired as a temp for a few weeks but I have no idea if that will work because of the budget cuts and the hiring freeze at the health department.  I still have my other part time job that I can do from home so that's good, but I'm running out of things to come up with to do for that job.  Anyway, friends I need your help.  How can I be super productive during my time off?  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-5324136051942294569?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5324136051942294569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=5324136051942294569' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5324136051942294569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5324136051942294569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-jog.html' title='Out of a job'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-678145409442933778</id><published>2008-12-29T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:30:57.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Better</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not afraid to admit that me and the computer don't get along very well at times.  I had the text set to white, ha ha that's why I couldn't see the words.  Anyway, hope you all have a fabulous day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-678145409442933778?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/678145409442933778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=678145409442933778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/678145409442933778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/678145409442933778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-better.html' title='All Better'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-8344577781651396766</id><published>2008-12-29T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:10:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Gone</title><content type='html'>So last night I did away with the Christmas blog background, but now all the words on my blog are gone.  I don't know how to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-8344577781651396766?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8344577781651396766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=8344577781651396766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/8344577781651396766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/8344577781651396766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/theyre-gone.html' title='They&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-842525525337741492</id><published>2008-12-07T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:14:57.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>I LOVE LOVE LOVE this time of year.  I've noticed though, that this season either brings out the best in people or the worst.  Some people get filled with thoughtfulness and selflessness while it is also easy to become selfish and stressed.  I'll say that I usually experience both sides.  Anyway, today at church we had an amazing lesson on the symbols of Christmas.  I've heard it all before, but for some reason this lesson really touched me.  I think my perspective of things is changing in my old age :)  I just wanted to post some of the things that we see everyday and remind everyone about the symbolism behind these common items.  I hope you all have a great Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wreath&lt;/strong&gt; - The circle of the wreath reminds us of God's eternal love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy Cane&lt;/strong&gt;- We call it a candy cane. But truly it is a shepherd's staff. The colors symbolize the blood and purity of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star&lt;/strong&gt; - God proclaimed his truth in creation by lighting up the heavens with a star that announced the birth of Christ the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels &lt;/strong&gt;- God's messengers were the first to announce the birth of the Christ child. Also, at this time of the year especially, be open to hospitality for you never know when you may "entertain angels unawares."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candles/Lights&lt;/strong&gt; - Our home glows with light during this time of the year to remind us that Jesus came as the Light of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gifts&lt;/strong&gt; - God sent His son and that's the greatest gift of all. The first Christmas gifts were given by the Wisemen to Baby Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly&lt;/strong&gt; - The holly leaves represent the crown of thorns that Christ wore. The berries represent his blood and the evergreen color is for eternal life. This is the "completion" of the Christmas story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-842525525337741492?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/842525525337741492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=842525525337741492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/842525525337741492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/842525525337741492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The True Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-1769228087093136732</id><published>2008-12-07T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:44:09.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaters</title><content type='html'>So this is a blog header that my wonderful, fantastic, amazing, talented, gorgeous, and groovy bes fwen Kellie made for me.  I love it.  The picture is of me and Trent last year on Christmas Eve.  Every year my family takes a picture on this day as a tradition.  Well, after so many years of this it was getting a little boring so we decided to spice it up a bit with an ugly sweater theme.  It was a blast.  We all looked so very "festive".  Ha ha, anyway this is us a year ago.  Merry Christmas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-1769228087093136732?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1769228087093136732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=1769228087093136732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/1769228087093136732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/1769228087093136732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweaters.html' title='Sweaters'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-1365443898360398506</id><published>2008-11-17T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:41:51.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSIq7NXOKSI/AAAAAAAAACo/0YsVDpM-yFg/s1600-h/californiarollnew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSIq7NXOKSI/AAAAAAAAACo/0YsVDpM-yFg/s200/californiarollnew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269821710664608034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to lunch with the most wonderful girls ever...Sami, Kellie and Miss Macy and also the most wonderful unborn little boy whose name is yet to be determined.  It was lovely one would say.  Good conversation, good company etc.  UNTIL...I decided to be brave and try my very first California roll.  Oh my heavens, you sushi lovers, I will never understand.  It felt as if I had taken a glass, filled it with ocean water, and dumped it into my mouth.  I tried my darndest to swallow the whole thing but, without getting too graphic, I will simply just tell you that I failed that mission.  Anyway, I just thought you all should know that I took a chance and now can confidently express my answer to the question "Steph, do you like sushi?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The feelings I have toward sushi in no way reflect the feelings I have for the dear dear company I had while partaking of it.  I LOVE YOU GIRLS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-1365443898360398506?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1365443898360398506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=1365443898360398506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/1365443898360398506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/1365443898360398506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/11/sushi.html' title='Sushi :('/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSIq7NXOKSI/AAAAAAAAACo/0YsVDpM-yFg/s72-c/californiarollnew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-202098360773408707</id><published>2008-11-17T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:25:48.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>Well it finally came and it was a blast.  Me, Jodie, Angie and Jennifer met up on Saturday night at Chili's to have dinner before the concert.  The whole place was packed with girls.   Lady Ga Ga opened the concert.  She's weird.  Enough said.  Then Natasha Beddingfield performed and I REALLY like her.  She sounds amazing in live and a lot of her songs are way uplifting.  Anyway, after she sang the New Kids came out.  It was so fun to sing and dance along to some of the old songs.  I just kept remembering being little and talking with my friend Tessa about which one of us got to marry Joey.  The whole time I was just laughing.  I loved it.  It was fun to have some girl time with some of my sisters because we don't get that very often these days. Anyway, here a few pictures from our night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSInBK3VsFI/AAAAAAAAACA/69LfC5_mE3w/s1600-h/NKOTB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSInBK3VsFI/AAAAAAAAACA/69LfC5_mE3w/s200/NKOTB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269817415026716754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSInSULN9DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VX7V5_mqVro/s1600-h/Joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSInSULN9DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VX7V5_mqVro/s200/Joey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269817709583791154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSIncrXqAWI/AAAAAAAAACY/iEzhciIm9BU/s1600-h/All.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSIncrXqAWI/AAAAAAAAACY/iEzhciIm9BU/s200/All.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269817887608668514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSInmctaraI/AAAAAAAAACg/RKS5tsuKEKQ/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSInmctaraI/AAAAAAAAACg/RKS5tsuKEKQ/s200/sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269818055472098722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-202098360773408707?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/202098360773408707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=202098360773408707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/202098360773408707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/202098360773408707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/11/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SSInBK3VsFI/AAAAAAAAACA/69LfC5_mE3w/s72-c/NKOTB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-5568347880718309207</id><published>2008-11-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:07:41.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOO Much Better!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SRezfp9KcrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7n3GsP0vOOs/s1600-h/jewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SRezfp9KcrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7n3GsP0vOOs/s200/jewelry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266875645652791986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my last post I was complaining about the tangly necklace situation I was having.  Well, it's fixed.  I don't remember where I got this idea from and I'm sure it was probably from one of you so if you're reading this let me know.  Someone told me that they knew of someone who put material in the back of a picture frame and made it into a jewelry holder.  I thought that was SO clever so I decided to see if I could come up with something like that.  Last night I went to WalMart and got a frame, some material and some nails and today went to work.  It was way easy especially with the help of Trent and his wonderful skills.  Anyway, just thought you would like to see the finished product.  It's nothing special, but SO much better for my sanity.  Have a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-5568347880718309207?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5568347880718309207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=5568347880718309207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5568347880718309207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/5568347880718309207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/11/sooo-much-better.html' title='SOOO Much Better!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SRezfp9KcrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7n3GsP0vOOs/s72-c/jewelry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-9001880296929199939</id><published>2008-10-26T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:58:37.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I've had it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQT0c2Bl31I/AAAAAAAAABw/1kGE3juWay8/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQT0c2Bl31I/AAAAAAAAABw/1kGE3juWay8/s200/necklace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261599041051287378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep my jewelry in a jewelry box.  Call me crazy.  Well, everytime I go to pull out a necklace it's all tangled.  I didn't put it in there tangled, in fact I took extra time putting it in there in a way that it wouldn't get tangled.  But somehow after not touching it for a few days, it becomes tangled when I pick it up again.  The same thing with my hair straightener.  I wrap the cord all nice and put it in the drawer.  The next day when I take it out, IT'S A MESS!!!  Well, I've had it, I'm going to go buy me a necklace holder.  I know that I'm behind the times and this is a problem that has been solved for years, but I'm just now paying attention enough to have it bug me.  Grrrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-9001880296929199939?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/9001880296929199939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=9001880296929199939' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/9001880296929199939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/9001880296929199939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-ive-had-it.html' title='Ok I&apos;ve had it!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQT0c2Bl31I/AAAAAAAAABw/1kGE3juWay8/s72-c/necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-6724993148109091779</id><published>2008-10-26T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:33:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>A few weekends ago Trent, me and another couple went up to Hannah overnight.  It was way fun and SO beautiful.  There's a lake and a fire pit, and a cabin, and huge beautiful mountains.  It was way fun!!!  Anyway there was this rope swing that we played on.  Here's a picture of Trent swinging on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQTtMI0TMBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wQAi7j39FVg/s1600-h/Trent+Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQTtMI0TMBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wQAi7j39FVg/s320/Trent+Swing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261591057456640018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's me and Trent swinging on it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQTttgUMtCI/AAAAAAAAABY/YjQFggZvs6Q/s1600-h/T+and+S+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQTttgUMtCI/AAAAAAAAABY/YjQFggZvs6Q/s320/T+and+S+swing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261591630700131362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went canoeing around this little pond.  Here is Steve and Lexi trying to stay afloat in their little kayak.  They were soaked.  It was actually really funny to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQTuN1zw92I/AAAAAAAAABg/_iidpBsyi7I/s1600-h/S+and+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQTuN1zw92I/AAAAAAAAABg/_iidpBsyi7I/s320/S+and+L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261592186225489762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-6724993148109091779?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6724993148109091779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=6724993148109091779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/6724993148109091779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/6724993148109091779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SQTtMI0TMBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wQAi7j39FVg/s72-c/Trent+Swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-7214671796769101180</id><published>2008-10-26T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:37:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag From Shag</title><content type='html'>Tagged with the 8's!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8 Tv Shows I LOVE to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;2. Office&lt;br /&gt;3. So You Think You Can Dance&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Cosby Show&lt;br /&gt;6. America's Next Top Model &lt;br /&gt;7. Anything on Game Show Network&lt;br /&gt;8. Anything on HGTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things That Happened Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. WENT TO CAFE RIO :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Washed the car&lt;br /&gt;3. Did Laundry&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaned our apartment&lt;br /&gt;5. Went shopping at the mall&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to the gym&lt;br /&gt;7. Baked Halloween Cupcakes for our Sunday School Class.  &lt;br /&gt;8. Loved not having to go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm Looking Forward 2&lt;br /&gt;1. Halloween&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;3. CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;4. Finding a full-time job&lt;br /&gt;5. Buying a home&lt;br /&gt;6. Having kids &lt;br /&gt;7. The New Kids on the Block concert&lt;br /&gt;8. The next time I get to go to Cafe Rio :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my Wishlist&lt;br /&gt;1. World Peace (Really!)&lt;br /&gt;2. A king size bed&lt;br /&gt;3. A full bank account just for clothes/accessory shopping&lt;br /&gt;4. A service trip to Africa&lt;br /&gt;5. For us to own a home&lt;br /&gt;6. To go to Disneyland during Christmas &lt;br /&gt;7. For people to not be rude or selfish (Imagine that for a second)&lt;br /&gt;8. A personal chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I am Tagging!&lt;br /&gt;1. Leah&lt;br /&gt;2. Claudia&lt;br /&gt;3. Carlene&lt;br /&gt;4. Krystal&lt;br /&gt;5. Ali&lt;br /&gt;6. Sami&lt;br /&gt;7. Heather&lt;br /&gt;8. Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-7214671796769101180?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7214671796769101180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=7214671796769101180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7214671796769101180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/7214671796769101180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-from-shag.html' title='A Tag From Shag'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-942643267517526039</id><published>2008-10-04T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:43:13.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Very Blessed</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go into much detail, but I'm feeling very pensive right now and need to get it out.  I just want to say how thankful I am for all the blessings in my life.  I have an amazing husband and we have priceless knowledge that helps guide our lives from day to day.  Last night we had a few experiences that made us reflect on our own lives and feel really blessed for what we have.  It's amazing how the lifestyle you choose to lead affects the type of person you become, good or bad. Anyway, I know this post is vague but it's probably more for my benefit than anyone else's.  What a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-942643267517526039?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/942643267517526039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=942643267517526039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/942643267517526039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/942643267517526039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-very-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m Very Blessed'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-3436255812829126861</id><published>2008-09-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:41:18.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes that's right, almost 20 years later and the New Kids on the Block are back only this time without the rat tails and high tops.  One of my favorite things to do almost daily is go to KSL.com and look at the classifieds. I find the coolest stuff on there. Anyway, I was looking under concert tickets and found 4 NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK tickets for sale for a way good deal. So I asked three of my sisters if they wanted to go. Without hesitation they said yes. What am I saying? Of course they said yes!!! You guys don't understand, when we were little we used to sit next to the phones in our house for hours dialing and dialing the radio stations to win tickets to their concert. We never won :( We had their posters and cassettes (ha ha, that sounds so 90's)and we were all twitterpated over these mullet wearing boys. Anyway, we bought the tickets and everyday I get more and more excited. So tonight I started looking up some of their old videos on Youtube. Oh my goodness I'm so giddy right now. Talk about a walk down memory lane.  It's been so fun.  In one of the videos Jordan is wearing overalls and acting so tough.  You guys have to watch this video, it was my favorite song of theirs and I've been blaring it all night, I mean let's be honest...who didn't want to be Donnie's cover girl? Just kidding. Actually my heart really belonged to Joey. Now it belongs to my dear Trent, but us girls are gonna go dance like it's 1990. So turn up your speakers and jam out to this song.  You'll love it, the choreography is award winning. Ha ha, especially when they flip eachother over their backs. Oh how I'm laughing. The concert isn't until November but you better believe I'll post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlmiU9-mTDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlmiU9-mTDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-3436255812829126861?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3436255812829126861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=3436255812829126861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/3436255812829126861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/3436255812829126861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-kids-baby.html' title='They&apos;re Back!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-4703062755548997945</id><published>2008-09-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:48:02.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed!!! I Passed!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so the day after graduation back in April I took an exam called the CHES exam.  CHES stands for Certified Health Education Specialist.  Anyway, I graduated in Community Health and having these letters behind your name can be helpful in finding a job and all that jazz.  I was nervous to take it because it covered such a wide range of stuff I'd learned and it was expensive to take (by the way, thank you Trent).  Anyway,  they mailed me a letter a long time ago telling me that they had my results, but they needed me to send them my transcripts to prove I graduated.  Well,  I was in no hurry to send those because I really didn't think I passed.  I just figured I'd wait as long as possible to find out that I failed so then at least when people asked if I passed I could just tell them "I don't know yet".  After avoiding this for some time I decided to finally find out my fate.  I faxed in my transcripts last week and today got the results.  I PASSED!!!  I'm so excited, many people I talked to said that it wasn't a very difficult test, but I thought it was REALLY HARD.  Oh well, now I know and I couldn't be more thrilled about it.  Just thought I would let you all know.  Have a wonderful, fantastic day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-4703062755548997945?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4703062755548997945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=4703062755548997945' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4703062755548997945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/4703062755548997945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-passed-i-passed.html' title='I Passed!!! I Passed!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-9178291154769999683</id><published>2008-09-07T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:34:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO COWBOYS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SMSdLOSmFLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KvYz_KGHy3Y/s1600-h/Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243488682306311346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SMSdLOSmFLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KvYz_KGHy3Y/s320/Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I like sports. I wouldn't consider myself a fanatic or anything, I've never had a "team" that I root for, but I enjoy watching a good game now and then. Well, Trent is a die hard Cowboys fan and it's starting to wear off on me. We bought jerseys a while ago so that we could wear them for the games. I'm wearing Marion Barber and Trent has DeMarcus Ware. I'll be honest, the reason I got Barber is cause Trent said he was awesome. Turns out he really is!!! He kicks butt!!! Today was Game 1 for the season and they won. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm a recent convert fan to Dallas. Woo Hoo!!! GO COWBOYS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-9178291154769999683?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/9178291154769999683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=9178291154769999683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/9178291154769999683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/9178291154769999683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-cowboys.html' title='GO COWBOYS!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMyQnXGrJJ8/SMSdLOSmFLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KvYz_KGHy3Y/s72-c/Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-280564133238586358</id><published>2008-08-26T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:21:49.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://richandkellie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-i-i-i.html"&gt;I, I, I , I....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have...a really nasty, scary half human-half dog as the background on our computer. &lt;br /&gt;I fear...the half human-half dog is actually a real living thing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel...bad about the old lady today at work, she was just filling in and made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;I hear...Home Improvement in the background&lt;br /&gt;I smell...tuna in my apartment a lot&lt;br /&gt;I wish ...that Trent was home right now&lt;br /&gt;I hate...not being able to express myself&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...where I'd be today if I hadn't given up on the trumpet.  Ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;I regret...ever hurting anyone's feelings&lt;br /&gt;I love...Trent (so cliche, but I do A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;I am...considering going back to school, I must be crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think...that dusk is the most beautiful time of day&lt;br /&gt;I know...all the President's of the United States in order&lt;br /&gt;I want...to go to Africa&lt;br /&gt;I always...put the lid down and close the shower curtain&lt;br /&gt;I am not ...a fan of heights although I would love to go skydiving, that really doesn't make sense but it's true&lt;br /&gt;I am like...a cartoon dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;I believe...there's a reason for things&lt;br /&gt;I don't always...keep my apartment clean either.  Ah well&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that...I'm happy, seriously though&lt;br /&gt;I win...hardly ever&lt;br /&gt;I lose...at most card games, board games, etc...&lt;br /&gt;I never...eat sausage if I can help it&lt;br /&gt;I need...a pedicure bad&lt;br /&gt;I listen...to the Temptations on rainy days.  I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of...uncooked meat&lt;br /&gt;I read...when I get a chance, which isn't that often&lt;br /&gt;I tag...anyone, I don't have any friends on here yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-280564133238586358?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/280564133238586358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=280564133238586358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/280564133238586358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/280564133238586358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-i-i-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309997724540288962.post-15829339661584169</id><published>2008-08-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:01:49.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...testing...1...2...3</title><content type='html'>I think that I am not very savvy on this here blogger thing.  I'm just writing this to see if it works :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309997724540288962-15829339661584169?l=trentandsteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/feeds/15829339661584169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309997724540288962&amp;postID=15829339661584169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/15829339661584169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309997724540288962/posts/default/15829339661584169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trentandsteph.blogspot.com/2008/08/testingtesting123.html' title='Testing...testing...1...2...3'/><author><name>Trent and Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
