<?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-821858322251518612</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:13:22.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8686967195692529333</id><published>2012-01-09T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T05:55:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALOHA!</title><content type='html'>Finally!&amp;nbsp; I have been trying to blog from Hawaii for 5 days!&amp;nbsp; What's up BLOGSPOT?!?!&amp;nbsp; No likey Hawaii???&amp;nbsp; Dang Skippy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vacation is hardly suitable with words.&amp;nbsp; Pictures might do it justice but most likely not.&amp;nbsp; I am surprised everytime I am here at the beauty, the feeling, the smell of plumeria, the ocean, EVERYTHING!&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I am not here more often.&amp;nbsp; I know this is somehow my "home."&amp;nbsp; My family sort of jokes that I'm a little Hawaiian anyway, so it works.&amp;nbsp; The memories are filling the volumes in my mind, the air if filling my lungs and will make it possible to return to the snow and cold in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm falling in love with the Aloha spirit and this beautiful island way of life!&amp;nbsp; I'll keep trying to get pictures and more info up to anyone that is bored enough to read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8686967195692529333?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8686967195692529333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8686967195692529333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8686967195692529333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8686967195692529333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2012/01/aloha.html' title='ALOHA!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5538903047266165944</id><published>2011-10-16T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:16:10.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like it's your Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>One day I saw this beautiful young woman rockin a sliding catch at first base and hitting a home run on the softball field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was a partner in crime carrying the cocoa mix while my cohort ran in front of me with a gallon of milk...our target? Our sister Stacey. Result? Chocolate milk coated Stacey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I swam in the warm waters of Waikiki and built castles in the sands with this cute little girl destined to become a boss of more than me, her little sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I had a horrible day, hit rock bottom, I looked up and saw the blue eyes of an angel and that girl filled me with hope and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey is THE girl!!! It's her birthday today and I love her! She is a marvelous person, a great friend, a stunning beauty, a competitive athlete, a caring sister and devoted daughter. She has the type of personality that can not be contained by words, held together on paper or even written in the sky. Casey simply does something and speaks the words or descriptions to life. I found a sampling of some Casey moments in life. I love you baby girl. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGRwc4-le8E/TpC4l0lGo4I/AAAAAAAABg0/He5OroRAxvU/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lt7_j5Z7COM/TpC4m7CEFfI/AAAAAAAABg4/P09ul12iOjg/s1600/IMG_1556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lt7_j5Z7COM/TpC4m7CEFfI/AAAAAAAABg4/P09ul12iOjg/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have many names...&lt;br /&gt;A and B&lt;br /&gt;Chip and Putt&lt;br /&gt;The Snorks&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys, Lions, Dragons, Trains&lt;br /&gt;Smash and CorCor&lt;br /&gt;Little Lovies&lt;br /&gt;Ashton and Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like to call them my buddies. They are in every sense of the word...marvelous!  They are the collection of a million stars, they are the very best of two beautiful parents, they are simple and complex, they are the slobbery kisses and squeezy hugs. Ashton and Corey are my brothers and they are three years old today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a time now when I haven't wanted to be around them. I think before they were born, I longed for their presence in my life. I've always thought what a gift for them to enter my world, to love me and smile and laugh together. But&amp;nbsp;lately I feel so honored that I have been able to live in their world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world according to Ash and Cor is full of genius, laughter, the best one liners, cars and trains and dinosaurs. It's filled with new words and bright rainbows. It's painted with green and blue and sippy cups that don't spill. It's dotted with tracks, tunnels and experiments. You fly high in the arms of older brothers and run fast to the love of waiting sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are wonderful aunts and uncles, caring grandparents, fun cousins and the joy of making new friends. Their seems to be anticipation about the smallest things not the everyday monotony that is found in my world. In Ashton and Corey's world, dinner is either a spectacular adventure or a war zone...either is more exciting than dinner time at my house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The world seems to have a new rotation according to Ashton and Corey...and they could probably tell you why in some new formula that challenges the very core of Physics!&amp;nbsp; They are the two most wonderful and sweetest little boys.&amp;nbsp; I can't go a day without a fix of these boys.&amp;nbsp; They make my life absoulutely beautiful and they have me wrapped around their perfect little fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I honestely never thought I could love like I do now...and Ashton and Corey are the result of opening my eyes to the depths of love a heart can hold.&amp;nbsp; I hope one day they will truly understand how they saved me, how much their love and laughter means to me and how eternal my feelings are for my brothers!&amp;nbsp; TI AMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday my buddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxBJw6H4_jk/TpJGopmbLjI/AAAAAAAABhI/dSx4lGYfLHg/s1600/October-Boys+3rd+Birthday+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxBJw6H4_jk/TpJGopmbLjI/AAAAAAAABhI/dSx4lGYfLHg/s320/October-Boys+3rd+Birthday+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P9okt01sPRE/TpJGyk7pQoI/AAAAAAAABhM/J-TCLVG-T78/s1600/October-Boys+3rd+Birthday+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P9okt01sPRE/TpJGyk7pQoI/AAAAAAAABhM/J-TCLVG-T78/s320/October-Boys+3rd+Birthday+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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WHAT!&amp;nbsp; This year is flying by and I feel like I can't catch up to save my life.&amp;nbsp; Even in the past couple weeks since my last post...life is passing me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I enter this Fall season I sort of enter it running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a few tragic events in the last 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Our family said our goodbye's...for now...to my sweet aunt Vickie.&amp;nbsp; She is my fathers only sister...the middle child of their family.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say that I NEVER heard her say one single bad word about anyone or any situation.&amp;nbsp; She always had such genuine concern for everyone!&amp;nbsp; Always showing such love and gratitude for EVERYTHING.&amp;nbsp; She is quite possibly one of the angels sent to touch the lives of many...pure sweetness...the kind that stays with you for a very long time.&amp;nbsp; My wish for her is a beautiful reunion with her dear son she lost at a young age and some great one on one time with my grandparents.&amp;nbsp; Heaven has gained a dear one and an ambassador for goodness and peace.&amp;nbsp; I believe she is resting peacefully and as my father suggested...she fulfilled her tasks, her assignments as only she could and with such grace and beauty that she has left an imprint on sooooo many.&amp;nbsp; I also wish and pray for her children, grandchildren and husband to be comforted.&amp;nbsp; I will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq1i_Omuh9Q/Tm7tpMVqX_I/AAAAAAAABfs/M4PX_GXRiS0/s1600/Vickie%2527s+Viewing+and+Funeral+Sept+8%252C+9+2011+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq1i_Omuh9Q/Tm7tpMVqX_I/AAAAAAAABfs/M4PX_GXRiS0/s320/Vickie%2527s+Viewing+and+Funeral+Sept+8%252C+9+2011+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mother in law has struggled with incredible strength during a hip injury, dislocation (5 times in like 2 days) and a hip revision.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, her story made me physically sick.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe the pain she suffered and she is TOUGH!!!&amp;nbsp; RJ and I got to spend 6 days with my in laws helping around the house and gave Ginger a little Wyoming holiday (she loved it...as the pictures show)!&amp;nbsp; It was nice to be able to help out, spend some one on one time and watch RJ be the wonderful and caring son he is.&amp;nbsp; His dad and him are like two pees in a pod...it's great!&amp;nbsp; I'm SOOO glad his mom is doing ok and I think we both feel better having seen that in person.&amp;nbsp; She is a true fighter and never fails to heal at lightening speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Below are Nookie, Moose and Ginger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cb81sDaJtjI/Tm7uAHj-kUI/AAAAAAAABfw/9JXE7eSn_oM/s1600/August+2011+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cb81sDaJtjI/Tm7uAHj-kUI/AAAAAAAABfw/9JXE7eSn_oM/s320/August+2011+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I know it's silly but Fall is the best time around here...F O O T B A L L!!!&amp;nbsp; And RJ is extra happy because the PAC 12 era has finally begun...AND the Bears won this week (Tampa...eeeekkkkk!!!)&amp;nbsp; I know I just lost about 90% of you (which is around 2 people) but the other .2 (no dad, I didn't do that math correctly) of you stick with me...promise???...GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that sports are such a big deal to RJ and I.&amp;nbsp; I love them just because that's how I was raised and I love that we can share this passion.&amp;nbsp; I love that sports are more to both of us than just a bunch of people trying to obtain some random way of putting a ball in a certain position...YOU get what I'm saying.&amp;nbsp; It's about heart...tradition...history...brother/sisterhood...bonding...family...excellence...and this is MY blog so I can post about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...more later.&amp;nbsp; Until then, MUCH LOVE to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1294348905908395973?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1294348905908395973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1294348905908395973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1294348905908395973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1294348905908395973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-it-is.html' title='What It Is?!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq1i_Omuh9Q/Tm7tpMVqX_I/AAAAAAAABfs/M4PX_GXRiS0/s72-c/Vickie%2527s+Viewing+and+Funeral+Sept+8%252C+9+2011+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5004860675791603191</id><published>2011-08-28T01:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:08:01.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number 13</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's true RJ and I have been married for 13 years.&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful time it's been.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to sit here are tell you you it's all been roses...marriage needs special attention and care.&amp;nbsp; You have to addapt...at a moments notice.&amp;nbsp; You sometimes need to put others needs entirely before your own.&amp;nbsp; I could go on and on.&amp;nbsp; I just know one thing!&amp;nbsp; I am in love with RJ more today than I was the first day I met him, the first date I want on with him, his kiss is just as sweet and tender now and when I see him...I am home.&amp;nbsp; I love you baby!&amp;nbsp; I know this is cheesy...but that's what comes with the territory.&amp;nbsp; Much love to you always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of showing some of the old cheesy pictures from where we came from and what we are now with a bunch of stories.&amp;nbsp; I though it would be fun to just post some pictures and see what you get from them.&amp;nbsp; Comments always welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUsTpj-Wv0I/TligTb4X9nI/AAAAAAAABfk/1fEkt_3T1GM/s1600/DSCF2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUsTpj-Wv0I/TligTb4X9nI/AAAAAAAABfk/1fEkt_3T1GM/s320/DSCF2088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePEC4BHqbQ4/Tligcpbu70I/AAAAAAAABfo/z6GNaxVwcvE/s1600/DSCF2099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePEC4BHqbQ4/Tligcpbu70I/AAAAAAAABfo/z6GNaxVwcvE/s320/DSCF2099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5004860675791603191?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5004860675791603191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5004860675791603191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5004860675791603191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5004860675791603191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/08/lucky-number-13.html' title='Lucky Number 13'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2R1oKESJnbQ/TliYLIcy15I/AAAAAAAABb4/K7aNG9QZBwI/s72-c/Chelsea-and-RJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-155766341256934251</id><published>2011-08-11T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:08:21.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrwFuY03vhk/TkSY47OT3tI/AAAAAAAABb0/CMgejO9GHyw/s1600/forgiveness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrwFuY03vhk/TkSY47OT3tI/AAAAAAAABb0/CMgejO9GHyw/s320/forgiveness.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my heart is heavy.&amp;nbsp; I learned of an incredibly difficult experience that a dear friend is facing today and have had an entirely new spectrum of emotions take over.&amp;nbsp; I am honestly doubting my faith in humanity this day and wonder where grace and love have failed my dear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions in my mind are fluttering near panic and then to complete disdain.&amp;nbsp; I ache to be near my friend, hold her hand, hear her voice and tell her that she is strong enough to journey down this path that has been forced upon her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider myself one to hold that poison of all poisons...hatred...in my soul.&amp;nbsp; However, tonight I find myself questioning my resolve to withstand it's grip.&amp;nbsp; I find myself battling with the word forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; I believe I have forgiven much of myself and others in my life and don't understand why this experience is pushing me...challenging me so.&amp;nbsp; I know there is a lesson to be learned here.&amp;nbsp; I know I will somehow come through this...I must!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be questioning the absolute...the definite...that moment where people change from the goodness that I believe everyone has into a monster.&amp;nbsp; That moment where the body and soul separate.&amp;nbsp; I am wondering and almost fascinated with the concept that a thought, created in a human mind can take over a life...lives...and change them forever.&amp;nbsp; I do believe there is&amp;nbsp;a moment in time when all will answer for the deeds done...good and bad...right and wrong...and maybe we all don't understand that difference.&amp;nbsp; It's just really hard to accept that as truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my mind will marinate on this...it will become saturated with confusion but eventually the clarity will shine through.&amp;nbsp; I know I have the power inside to forgive, to accept and heal.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I wait and watch for the clarity to knock on my door and hope that peace arrives with it...although I know it will not be tonight, but perhaps many nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...hug someone you love.&amp;nbsp; Look in there eyes and memorize their goodness, their heart...mirror it to them so that they may never loose their way.&amp;nbsp; Promise yourself now that you will always strive to forgive and love in all situations.&amp;nbsp; Make a commitment to love in all conditions.&amp;nbsp; Walk with me on this path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-155766341256934251?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/155766341256934251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=155766341256934251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/155766341256934251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/155766341256934251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/08/eventually.html' title='Eventually'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrwFuY03vhk/TkSY47OT3tI/AAAAAAAABb0/CMgejO9GHyw/s72-c/forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4726339134538366070</id><published>2011-08-06T23:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:31:04.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>For so many reasons I feel the need to post about the gratitude, love, honor and respect I feel for my immediate family.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had the words and time to post about all the loved ones in my life...but regretfully there is not enough time in a LIFETIME to do so.&amp;nbsp; I am a blessed soul to have so many I love, have loved and love me in return.&amp;nbsp; So, to you that may feel left out...you are not.&amp;nbsp; Many of the words below do apply to you and my heart is full because of you.&amp;nbsp; Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are in no particular order...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1C6w7YiykQA/Tj4HvusX5-I/AAAAAAAABbE/Zvpwu6WyHRg/s320/Chelsea%2527s+Mobile+053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad - I love so much about you.&amp;nbsp; I learned to accept myself through your eyes...the same brown eyes I have always loved to share with you.&amp;nbsp; I learned to challenge life from the courage and strength you raised me to believe I have.&amp;nbsp; I believe my sense of humor came from you and you are the funniest person I know.&amp;nbsp; I learned to step back and observe from you but also how to dive into the thick.&amp;nbsp; I learned how to love music from you but still long for your talent!&amp;nbsp; I have also learned what it is to love family through your eyes...and in an odd way what being a sister should mean.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FF6IbYr_n7w/Tj4IO77r8iI/AAAAAAAABbI/PtlbFMmY_u4/s1600/141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FF6IbYr_n7w/Tj4IO77r8iI/AAAAAAAABbI/PtlbFMmY_u4/s320/141.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stacey - I get lost in your eyes every time I am near you.&amp;nbsp; I have learned what true friendship is from you.&amp;nbsp; I have learned how to laugh...long and hard with you!&amp;nbsp; I have learned how to celebrate life and love from you.&amp;nbsp; I have learned how to be a big sister from you.&amp;nbsp; I have loved you from FOREVER and feel such a kindred love&amp;nbsp;with you...you are half of what makes me whole.&amp;nbsp; I have learned that I can share love in many ways from you.&amp;nbsp; I have learned one of my most valuable life lessons from you...the sweet way to forgive...the right way to live.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvLz9_aKwa0/Tj4JXE3gaxI/AAAAAAAABbM/zSK0DcOxHAw/s1600/170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvLz9_aKwa0/Tj4JXE3gaxI/AAAAAAAABbM/zSK0DcOxHAw/s320/170.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mom - I almost can't write about you with the words I know.&amp;nbsp; I honestly think there is a language God developed for you and I that I haven't learned yet...but I feel every meaning of the words so deeply for you (does that make sense???).&amp;nbsp; I learned how to smile from you.&amp;nbsp; I have learned how to accept and love from you.&amp;nbsp; I believe myself to be a compassionate person because of the kindness you exemplify.&amp;nbsp; I love DEEPLY because you have taught me that's the only way to love.&amp;nbsp; I have learned that everything happens for a reason from you and share some of my most treasured moments in life with you.&amp;nbsp; I am filled with gratitude for the life you have given me.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gx_LJdzGakM/Tj4LuQmVBzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/kxftMRFDBug/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gx_LJdzGakM/Tj4LuQmVBzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/kxftMRFDBug/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ginger - You are anything but a dog.&amp;nbsp; I believe you have a spirit that was brought to my life for an important reason and you probably know more about me than most humans.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud to admit that I have the BEST conversations with you.&amp;nbsp; I think you are the best snuggle buddy and I will love you always.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Knb8JwAxfs/Tj4L8uxLF1I/AAAAAAAABbU/-5Zk5b_Amiw/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Knb8JwAxfs/Tj4L8uxLF1I/AAAAAAAABbU/-5Zk5b_Amiw/s320/034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ashton - You have the most personality of anyone in our family.&amp;nbsp; Your smile is absolutely the most beautiful and infectious I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp; I love your kisses, your bright eyes and the hugs you love to give.&amp;nbsp; I love to hear your giggle and see the love you have for so many.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwM6CINw-_4/Tj4MX7Mt4bI/AAAAAAAABbY/vKlWj_d8ww4/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwM6CINw-_4/Tj4MX7Mt4bI/AAAAAAAABbY/vKlWj_d8ww4/s320/113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Corey - You are such a sweet little boy!&amp;nbsp; You are already such a deep thinker and I absolutely love to watch you learn and analyse life.&amp;nbsp; You have the most passionate way of approaching life and such a fun and spunky attitude.&amp;nbsp; Your smile and flirty little ways are so darn cute and your loving snuggles are THE best!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BU4Jfgjyzc8/Tj4MeMekk2I/AAAAAAAABbc/esFctoHkGOc/s1600/IMG_0084.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BU4Jfgjyzc8/Tj4MeMekk2I/AAAAAAAABbc/esFctoHkGOc/s320/IMG_0084.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Casey - You are such a stunning and unique soul.&amp;nbsp; I have learned a complex way of thinking from you that strangely brings simplicity to life (once again...does that make sense???).&amp;nbsp; I have learned strength and acceptance of myself from you and how to pick myself up at times.&amp;nbsp; I have learned the importance of sisterhood from you and marvel at the protective nature you so perfectly display.&amp;nbsp; I have learned how to break through emotional barriers with you and have surfed some of the most amazing waves of life with you.&amp;nbsp; You were my first hero in life and I still want to be like you someday.&amp;nbsp; Even though we seem so different on the surface...deep inside we have to exact&amp;nbsp;same core.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VR49TUPm_o/Tj4Mn3DNmnI/AAAAAAAABbg/DQYudchl5vs/s1600/Chelsea%2527s+Mobile+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VR49TUPm_o/Tj4Mn3DNmnI/AAAAAAAABbg/DQYudchl5vs/s320/Chelsea%2527s+Mobile+002.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Drew - I have loved you from the beginning.&amp;nbsp; You are a great gentleman and display such a security of sweetness.&amp;nbsp; I love you for loving Stacey so gently, so deeply and for accepting me without question.&amp;nbsp; I feel a deep bond with you as a brother and dear friend.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I have known you forever and that a connection is comfortable and unspoken sometimes with you.&amp;nbsp; I admire your knowledge and marvel at the peace you bring to ANY situation.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qfRu5-twhQ/Tj4NCJ2XgUI/AAAAAAAABbk/ZzKp81WE4KI/s1600/Amy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qfRu5-twhQ/Tj4NCJ2XgUI/AAAAAAAABbk/ZzKp81WE4KI/s320/Amy.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Amy - You are one of the most giving people I know.&amp;nbsp; You have a nurturing way about you that sets so many at ease.&amp;nbsp; You have given me such important and beautiful gifts by bringing Ashton and Corey into this world.&amp;nbsp; Your true beauty runs so deeply and the passion you have for life is brilliant.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8q7R5AoMMw/Tj4NYTsMJPI/AAAAAAAABbo/ldDP9XdlaCI/s1600/RJ.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8q7R5AoMMw/Tj4NYTsMJPI/AAAAAAAABbo/ldDP9XdlaCI/s320/RJ.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;RJ - I am really sorry this didn't originally post.&amp;nbsp; I am so in love with you!&amp;nbsp; Just know all the stuff I wrote is great and I am very grateful for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love my family so deeply.&amp;nbsp; I may not show it perfectly and I know I don't show it often enough.&amp;nbsp; I have such gratitude and appreciation for their acceptance and complete love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, be safe, love long, laugh often, smile much and KNOW I LOVE YOU ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;ti amo!&lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-4726339134538366070?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4726339134538366070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=4726339134538366070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4726339134538366070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4726339134538366070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/08/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1C6w7YiykQA/Tj4HvusX5-I/AAAAAAAABbE/Zvpwu6WyHRg/s72-c/Chelsea%2527s+Mobile+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1836916321120143874</id><published>2011-08-05T03:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T03:52:00.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7y4HcC1uYw/Tju7g42T-_I/AAAAAAAABbA/5PGNiejUnjc/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7y4HcC1uYw/Tju7g42T-_I/AAAAAAAABbA/5PGNiejUnjc/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's probably too late (or too early depending on your life style) for me to put together any kind of rational post but I'm willing to give it a try...and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lately something that has been on my mind is a little metaphorical story.&amp;nbsp; It seems like many of those close to me have been struggling with very real life experiences...deaths, illnesses, complete change in life status...even some just struggling with day to day events.&amp;nbsp; It's not for me to say what is hard for one person and what would be easy for another.&amp;nbsp; I myself find the thought of certain events impossible for me to navigate, yet others, my dear friends seem to stand against the wind with strength and nobility.&amp;nbsp; Yes, they hurt and yes, they do struggle, but they do not let the wind overcome them...their roots are deep and their souls nourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have watched as an outsider and thought almost constantly about all my loved ones...I often find myself comparing these experiences to driving on a road.&amp;nbsp; Some are cruising along in the carpool lane...music filling the air, companions aside them, strict lines holding them in place.&amp;nbsp; Others are changing from lane to lane, not sure of their path...adjusting their speed, some following others or leading.&amp;nbsp; Some are looking in the rear view mirror...longing for what was.&amp;nbsp; Some are speeding so fast they miss the beauty around them.&amp;nbsp; Some are ignoring the signs, some paying too much attention to them and ignoring the people that long to have their attention.&amp;nbsp; Some encounter snow and rain while others seem to have sunny weather.&amp;nbsp; Some must travel mountains and hills while others seem steady or must round curves.&amp;nbsp; Some&amp;nbsp;are completely checking out and getting off the road all together...this is something that burns to the core.&amp;nbsp; You see, there is no on ramp after you check out...you're just out and the rest of us are left to travel the path without...that off ramp leads to the unknown for many...the afterlife...whatever you believe.&amp;nbsp; For me, I believe I will see these people again.&amp;nbsp; Some don't have a choice to check out...some souls have just lived clean through their time...and it is their time to exit.&amp;nbsp; Some choose to pollute their lives with things that speed up that process or make it hard to see out the window...thus making the off ramp the only clear and safe choice for them.&amp;nbsp; I get all this.&amp;nbsp; I get the challenges, I get the happiness, I get the adjustments and constant change that applies to the stages in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so unique though that a simple drive to the market or a daily trip to work would bring about these thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I must admit that everything is this way for me...ok, most everything.&amp;nbsp; I think deeply and I am ALWAYS thinking.&amp;nbsp; My friends and family are constants in my mind, my thoughts, my prayers, my meditations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the time of the night (or day) that brings words to the surface.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's just the person I am...this is probably it.&amp;nbsp; I just wish sometimes that I could sit and look at something without making it something so deep.&amp;nbsp; I rarely share these thoughts so I hope if you read this you understand it and you take away from it the vulnerability that is embedded in its truth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all...and happy driving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1836916321120143874?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1836916321120143874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1836916321120143874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1836916321120143874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1836916321120143874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/08/roads.html' title='Roads'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7y4HcC1uYw/Tju7g42T-_I/AAAAAAAABbA/5PGNiejUnjc/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5066352314643274928</id><published>2011-08-05T01:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:21:33.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzmdV9-3WWk/TjuZCtzRY8I/AAAAAAAABa8/8r39JFyV4io/s1600/date.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzmdV9-3WWk/TjuZCtzRY8I/AAAAAAAABa8/8r39JFyV4io/s400/date.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ok, the not so creative question was…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“What is your ideal date?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Dinner and a movie got 7 votes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A sporting event got 5 votes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Game night (cards, board games) got 4 votes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A picnic, hiking got 3 votes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A club scene and dancing got 3 votes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I personally voted for a sporting event.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I LOVE, LOVE sports…pretty much any kind of sporting event I can get my hands on, I’m game (no pun intended).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love going to movies and dinner but as of late have a hard time staying in watching movies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I did however fall asleep during the most recent Harry Potter movie…not because I didn’t like it, I was just tired.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will be seeing this one again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I like the whole game night thing and absolutely love to play cards, but no one else in my family is really into that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s kind of like pulling teeth to get them to hang out and do something like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A picnic is always nice but that’s sort of where I end it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not one that really enjoys going on a hike, but I do love being outdoors.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I can honestly admit that I have NO idea who would have voted for the club scene and dancing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However I do dance around my house all the time…and not it’s not pretty, but I’ve never really been into that “scene” since high school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And even then it might have only been for a month or two.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m really trying to come up with some great poll results…it’s hard though because I have no idea who reads this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, in honor of the upcoming FOOTBALL season and the fact that ESPN and NFL Network are on nonstop at my house now…it’s all about favorite Football teams now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t forget to vote on the new poll and as always…feel free to leave an anonymous comment about what you would like to see in a poll.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Much love!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Chels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5066352314643274928?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5066352314643274928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5066352314643274928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5066352314643274928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5066352314643274928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/08/ideal-date.html' title='Ideal Date'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzmdV9-3WWk/TjuZCtzRY8I/AAAAAAAABa8/8r39JFyV4io/s72-c/date.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-2409865694538393506</id><published>2011-07-15T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:28:45.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For A Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSSRhdarlRQ/TiETSmr2_MI/AAAAAAAABaw/z-hOn3_azZo/s1600/Quick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSSRhdarlRQ/TiETSmr2_MI/AAAAAAAABaw/z-hOn3_azZo/s320/Quick.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I've got time for a quickie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot going on right now so i'll post something real in a few days.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to let you know that there is a new poll up and last weeks poll results are in the New Flash update on the right side bar of the blog.&amp;nbsp; Any ideas for polls are greatly appreciated.&amp;nbsp; I hope you are all doing well.&amp;nbsp; I know many of my friends and family are going through great trials right now...please know I am here for you!&amp;nbsp; Day or night.&amp;nbsp; I love you all.&amp;nbsp; Look for a new post soon!&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-2409865694538393506?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2409865694538393506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=2409865694538393506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2409865694538393506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2409865694538393506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-for-quickie.html' title='Time For A Quickie'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSSRhdarlRQ/TiETSmr2_MI/AAAAAAAABaw/z-hOn3_azZo/s72-c/Quick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1305099937126351345</id><published>2011-07-08T04:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T04:29:40.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa</title><content type='html'>So, today is grandpa Cleve's birthday. I wish I could know exactly what he's doing or saying. I wondering if me feeling close to him right now is just me wanting to or his spirit actually agreeing with the kinship we feel. I like to imagine him spending time with grandma taking a drive somewhere...maybe to Fishlake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I'm reminded of his hardworking attitude and that he really probably continued the trend of getting up early and is heading out to the farm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after a long hot day at "church" he'll get home just in time to sit by the fireplace maybe and watch his grandkids play a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know...and I do know with all my soul is that he loves our family, he knows us and we are very important to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandpa!!! Ti amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1305099937126351345?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1305099937126351345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1305099937126351345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1305099937126351345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1305099937126351345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-grandpa.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8859285771358252449</id><published>2011-07-08T03:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T03:17:12.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you believe in most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GepwcFfjMcw/ThbJsCsUfEI/AAAAAAAABas/Mk3hXW97-zY/s1600/poll.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GepwcFfjMcw/ThbJsCsUfEI/AAAAAAAABas/Mk3hXW97-zY/s320/poll.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week’s poll results got a little more interest (or people re-voting…no no no) than before. Again the question asked was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you believe in the most?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids got 3 votes&lt;br /&gt;Big Foot got 3 votes&lt;br /&gt;The City of Atlantis got 10 votes&lt;br /&gt;Menehune got 7 votes&lt;br /&gt;The Loch Ness Monster got 3 votes&lt;br /&gt;UFO’s got 6 votes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote was for Menehune. In Hawaiian mythology, the Menehune [pronounced meh-neh-HOO-neh] are said to be a people, sometimes described as dwarfs in size, who live in the deep forests and hidden valleys of the Hawaiian Islands, far from the eyes of normal humans. Their favorite food is the maiʻa (banana), but they also like fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Menehune were said to be superb craftspeople. Legends say that the Menehune built temples (heiau), fishponds, roads, canoes, and houses. They are said to have lived in Hawaiʻi before settlers arrived from Polynesia many centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Beckwith's Hawaiian Mythology, there are references to several other forest dwelling races: the Nawao, who were large-sized wild hunters descended from Lua-nuʻu, the mu people, and the wa people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some early scholars theorized that there was a first settlement of Hawaiʻi, by settlers from the Marquesas Islands, and a second, from Tahiti. The Tahitian settlers oppressed the "commoners", the manahune in the Tahitian language, who fled to the mountains and were called Menahune. Proponents of this theory point to an 1820 census of Kauaʻi by Kaumualiʻi, the ruling Aliʻi Aimoku of the island, which listed 65 people as menehune. (Thanks Wikipedia for this information).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City of Atlantis received the most votes. Those that I talked to about this said they were inclined to vote for it because they feel there is historical evidence that this city did exist. This is what Wikipedia has to say about all of this…Atlantis (in Greek, Ἀτλαντὶς νῆσος, "island of Atlas") is a legendary island first mentioned in Plato's dialogues Timaeus and Critias, written about 360 BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Plato's account, Atlantis was a naval power lying "in front of the Pillars of Hercules" that conquered many parts of Western Europe and Africa 9,000 years before the time of Solon, or approximately 9600 BC. After a failed attempt to invade Athens, Atlantis sank into the ocean "in a single day and night of misfortune".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholars dispute whether and how much Plato's story or account was inspired by older traditions. Some scholars argue Plato drew upon memories of past events such as the Thera eruption or the Trojan War, while others insist that he took inspiration from contemporary events like the destruction of Helike in 373 BC or the failed Athenian invasion of Sicily in 415–413 BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possible existence of a genuine Atlantis was discussed throughout classical antiquity, but it was usually rejected and occasionally parodied by later authors. As Alan Cameron states: "It is only in modern times that people have taken the Atlantis story seriously; no one did so in antiquity". The Timaeus remained known in a Latin rendition by Calcidius through the Middle Ages, and the allegorical aspect of Atlantis was taken up by Humanists in utopian works of several Renaissance writers, like Francis Bacon's "New Atlantis". Atlantis inspires today's literature, from science fiction to comic books to films. Its name has become a byword for any and all supposed advanced prehistoric lost civilizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UFO’s were the next in line and Wikipedia thinks that an unidentified flying object (usually abbreviated to UFO or U.F.O.) is any unusual apparent object in the sky whose cause cannot be identified by the observer, or (in a narrower definition) by investigators; though in popular usage it more loosely means alien spacecraft, being one explanation (among several) offered for such sightings. Though UFO sightings have occurred throughout history, modern interest in them dates from World War II, since when governments have investigated UFO reports, often from a military perspective, and UFO researchers have investigated, written about and created organizations devoted to the subject. One such investigation, The UK's Project Condign report, notes that Russian, Former Soviet Republics, and Chinese authorities have made a co-ordinated effort to understand the UFO topic and that State military organizations, particularly in Russia, have done "considerably more work (than is evident from open sources)" on military applications which have stemmed from their UFO research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies have established that the majority of UFOs are observations of some real but conventional object—most commonly aircraft, balloons, noctilucent clouds, nacreous clouds, or astronomical objects such as meteors or bright planets – that have been misidentified by the observer as anomalies, while a small percentage of reported UFOs are hoaxes. However, after excluding these incorrect reports, between 5% and 20% of the total remain unexplained, and so can be classified as unidentified in the strictest sense. Many such reports have been made by trained observers such as pilots, police and the military; some involve radar traces, so not all reports are visual. Proponents of an extraterrestrial hypothesis believe that these unidentified reports are of alien spacecraft, though various other hypotheses have been proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While UFOs have been the subject of extensive investigation by various governments, and some scientists support the extraterrestrial hypothesis, few scientific papers about UFOs have been published in peer-reviewed journals. There has been some debate in the scientific community about whether any scientific investigation into UFO sightings is warranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids, Big Foot and The Loch Ness Monster all only got 3 votes so if you want more info on them you’ll have to visit WIKIPEDIA yourself. Thanks for voting and I look forward to your answers on this week poll about movie sequels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8859285771358252449?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8859285771358252449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8859285771358252449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8859285771358252449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8859285771358252449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-do-you-believe-in-most.html' title='What do you believe in most?'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GepwcFfjMcw/ThbJsCsUfEI/AAAAAAAABas/Mk3hXW97-zY/s72-c/poll.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4630575703538035346</id><published>2011-07-08T02:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:06:39.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4naYnGSwsE/Tha6XIIIdTI/AAAAAAAABao/H3IOlPYVggQ/s1600/dr+pepper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4naYnGSwsE/Tha6XIIIdTI/AAAAAAAABao/H3IOlPYVggQ/s1600/dr+pepper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was drinking a Dr. Pepper the other day…one of my top three sodas that I LOVE! I kept looking at the can and the writing ”23 flavors” were almost taunting me…throwing me into this claim of diversity and making me wonder if I have diversity within me. So, since I don’t exactly know all the “flavors” that make up my body…I mean there’s potassium, sodium, oxygen, water, carbon, amino acids (which are made of a lot), nitrogen, urea (again, I think made of other things), bile, tears, sweat…all of which have water in them…I don’t know. This is why I’m not in a profession where these things are vital for me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will write my list of 23 things (flavors if you will) that would stop me in my tracks…or at least get my mind thinking on it for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The flavors in Dr. Pepper are:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cola&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; herry&amp;nbsp; licorice&amp;nbsp; amaretto (almond)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vanilla (vanillin)&amp;nbsp; blackberry&amp;nbsp; apricot&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; caramel&amp;nbsp; pepper&amp;nbsp; anise&amp;nbsp; arilla&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ginger&amp;nbsp; molasses&amp;nbsp; lemon&amp;nbsp; plum (prune)&amp;nbsp; orange&amp;nbsp; nutmeg&amp;nbsp; cardamom&amp;nbsp; all spice&amp;nbsp; coriander&amp;nbsp; juniper&amp;nbsp; birch&amp;nbsp; rickly ash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- A girl named Navy&lt;br /&gt;2- A story about a woman named Dobson&lt;br /&gt;3- Babydoll…sorry “Babadoll”&lt;br /&gt;4- Gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;5- Mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;6- My father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;7- My mother’s hands&lt;br /&gt;8- Pretty much all sports&lt;br /&gt;9- RJ’s laugh&lt;br /&gt;10- Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;11- Snow skiing with the sisters&lt;br /&gt;12- The color blue&lt;br /&gt;13- The endless blue in his eyes (this applies to several people)&lt;br /&gt;14- The feeling of sand between my toes&lt;br /&gt;15- The peace I can find inside myself when I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;16- The phrase, “what is this?”&lt;br /&gt;17- The smell of leather&lt;br /&gt;18- The sound of a guitar&lt;br /&gt;19- The sound of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;20- The way a marble twirls&lt;br /&gt;21- The way a wiggle car corners&lt;br /&gt;22- The weight of Ginger against me&lt;br /&gt;23- The word acceptance&lt;br /&gt;24- The word Gypsy&lt;br /&gt;25- An ice cold Dr. Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-4630575703538035346?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4630575703538035346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=4630575703538035346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4630575703538035346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4630575703538035346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/07/dr-pepper.html' title='Dr. Pepper'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4naYnGSwsE/Tha6XIIIdTI/AAAAAAAABao/H3IOlPYVggQ/s72-c/dr+pepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7311940980798586543</id><published>2011-07-04T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:21:13.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Declare Your Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3tpMV_qdYI/ThFa8CrcMfI/AAAAAAAABak/qW0HtZAt_xE/s1600/DSCF0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3tpMV_qdYI/ThFa8CrcMfI/AAAAAAAABak/qW0HtZAt_xE/s320/DSCF0792.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I celebrate my Independence!&amp;nbsp; Although I can not possibly know the feelings of the authors that created a path for my freedom of speech that allows for me to even write this post...I know the feelings and sense of appreciation I have for such freedom each day.&amp;nbsp; I would love to say that I have never taken my freedom to speak, worship, vote, sing, dance, THINK for granted, but that would be a lie.&amp;nbsp; I am human.&amp;nbsp; I am not considered by anyone I know as a political person and I certainly couldn't tell you the entire history of the country I call home...and am PROUD to call home.&amp;nbsp; I do however know that I do now realize the blessing it is to live where I do and have the opportunities I have in the United States.&amp;nbsp; I even love the name of my home...and I like the idea of unity...and will only focus on that today!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also say that I have read the Declaration of Independence...and if you haven't, I challenge you to do it.&amp;nbsp; I guarantee that it will bring emotions to the surface that other writings will not.&amp;nbsp; There is a beauty in the wording and definite patriotism in the message.&amp;nbsp; I have journeyed through the streets of my nations capitol and have seen this document at the Library of Congress.&amp;nbsp; I continue to stand amazed at the courage and stories that weave through the history of America.&amp;nbsp; I know I am grateful for all that I have and hold my independence extremely close to my heart...it is sown into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July...please DECLARE YOUR INDEPENDENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation...And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO beautiful!&amp;nbsp; I pledge my life, my fortune and my sacred honor to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7311940980798586543?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7311940980798586543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7311940980798586543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7311940980798586543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7311940980798586543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/07/declare-your-independence.html' title='Declare Your Independence'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3tpMV_qdYI/ThFa8CrcMfI/AAAAAAAABak/qW0HtZAt_xE/s72-c/DSCF0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5801288174470273748</id><published>2011-06-30T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:11:48.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCawtlOR98M/TgzYURgkIHI/AAAAAAAABag/lLzt9szE608/s1600/poll.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCawtlOR98M/TgzYURgkIHI/AAAAAAAABag/lLzt9szE608/s320/poll.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again the poll results are in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was "What is your dream vacation?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices and answers were...&lt;br /&gt;Italy-7 votes&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas-1 vote&lt;br /&gt;Africa-2 votes&lt;br /&gt;France-1 vote&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC-1 vote&lt;br /&gt;New York-ZERO votes&lt;br /&gt;Brazil-1 vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...interesting!&amp;nbsp; Now, anyone that knows me at all would know that Italy was my vote!&amp;nbsp; The other 6 votes for Italy are all kiss-ups and I don't know who you are...but RIGHT ON!!!&amp;nbsp; The one Vegas vote obviously has some cash to blow at the Casino's or is the biggest Osmond fan around!&amp;nbsp; Africa is&amp;nbsp;a great choice...I would love to go to Africa, especially after working with so many families from there recently.&amp;nbsp; The vote for France...hmmm...ummm...no disrespect here...but the French and the Italians don't really get along...not to mention the whole leave America hanging once in a while.&amp;nbsp; I think the sights and history would be great.&amp;nbsp; I'm not lumping anyone into a category here...France just isn't MY first choice.&amp;nbsp; Washington DC WOULD BE WONDERFUL!&amp;nbsp; I have only been there once and can say honestly that it was one of my top 3 vacations EVER!!!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE history and visited there during Veterans day....so incredibly moving and such a beautiful city.&amp;nbsp; I was surprised that New York didn't get any votes.&amp;nbsp; It seems like every week I hear someone saying they want to go to NY.&amp;nbsp; In fact Casey wants to head there for her b-day...apparently Casey doesn't read this blog and/or vote on the polls...HMMMM!&amp;nbsp; Now the Brazil vote I agree with also...but maybe only for the upcoming World Cup in a few years.&amp;nbsp; Soccer in Brazil would blow my mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, all of these options were choices of mine however nothing tops my list like Italy.&amp;nbsp; I have always been fascinated with everything Italian.&amp;nbsp; My goal is to be there before 2015.&amp;nbsp; I even have a piggie bank that I named Italy so I could start saving.&amp;nbsp; I also have a goal of knowing the language before I go.&amp;nbsp; I will not go to Italy unless I can speak Italian WELL!!!&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck on my goal of over 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who voted and participates in my blog.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to get feedback when you are willing to give it.&amp;nbsp; Please remember that all poll voting is anonymous and you can leave comments anonymously as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5801288174470273748?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5801288174470273748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5801288174470273748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5801288174470273748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5801288174470273748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/06/poll-results_30.html' title='Poll Results'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCawtlOR98M/TgzYURgkIHI/AAAAAAAABag/lLzt9szE608/s72-c/poll.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5766860117221801217</id><published>2011-06-20T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T01:09:48.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAyLLzYhE7I/Tf7tiqOptcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NXwWzPlo950/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAyLLzYhE7I/Tf7tiqOptcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NXwWzPlo950/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Alright!&amp;nbsp; The poll results are in...and just for any of you that are wondering...all votes are anonymous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The question was "What have you dreamt about?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The options were: unicorns, piles of money, world peace and super powers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I will tell you right now that my vote was unicorns AND super powers.&amp;nbsp; I'll explain later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The results from the poll were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;unicorns 3 votes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;piles of money 2 votes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;world peace 6 votes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;super powers 9 votes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I hope that people were honest in voting and it's great that piles of money&amp;nbsp;aren't the only thing people are dreaming about.&amp;nbsp; I love that super powers took the cake...I think it shows that people don't take themselves too seriously or that maybe someone is out there working on the science to create my favorite super powers!&amp;nbsp; World peace would be incredible and once again I hope we are all working on a way to create this daily.&amp;nbsp; The unicorn votes...well, please explain yourself if you were not watching the movie Legend recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As I mentioned my vote was unicorns AND super powers.&amp;nbsp; My dream about these happened together.&amp;nbsp; I actually had just watched Ron Burgundy-Anchorman.&amp;nbsp; There is a scene in the movie where unicorns are present...please see movie if you are over 17.&amp;nbsp; The super powers bit came from a conversation with my sister, Stacey and her constant teasing me about having gypsy powers.&amp;nbsp; Gypsy powers do include but are not limited to...seeing the future, contacting the deceased and an insatiable hunger for gummy bears.&amp;nbsp; The gummy bear part may be true...but the other two are not, please do not contact me for assistance or call the local authorities to have me committed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, it's time for a new poll.&amp;nbsp; Please vote.&amp;nbsp; It'll give me something to talk about and if you have suggestions...please leave them here...you can comment anonymously if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5766860117221801217?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5766860117221801217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5766860117221801217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5766860117221801217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5766860117221801217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/06/poll-results.html' title='Poll Results'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAyLLzYhE7I/Tf7tiqOptcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NXwWzPlo950/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6455013356494210698</id><published>2011-06-19T09:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:48:36.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFiRqwJx4eo/Tf4XuHx7iVI/AAAAAAAABZw/aTqfLHcRXrE/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFiRqwJx4eo/Tf4XuHx7iVI/AAAAAAAABZw/aTqfLHcRXrE/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi Dad!!!&amp;nbsp; Happy Father's Day!&amp;nbsp; I'm assuming that you'll read this and I write this post just to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think about my most favorite memories of, with or about people I love.&amp;nbsp; The only problem with you is that your list is getting so big it's taking over my brain.&amp;nbsp; There are so many memories I have with you.&amp;nbsp; I must hold onto them strongly because I believe and know that you are one of the most influential and loved individuals in my life.&amp;nbsp; You have known me from the beginning, been there from the beginning and our eyes seem to see the same things in life.&amp;nbsp; I often find myself saying something or repeating some action that mimics you.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes look out at the world and find myself thinking...I bet that's what dad thinks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I have always felt a connection to you.&amp;nbsp; Even without words, our love seems to pass as daughter and father freely...through distance and time.&amp;nbsp; I am never worried that you don't know how much I love you because in the moments I might fear that, I sit quietly and say I love you and I know you get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to give me so much in life and share so much with me.&amp;nbsp; I am and have ALWAYS been honored to be your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my memories with you...randomly...&lt;br /&gt;playing cards on the weekends, building sandcastles in Hawaii, you dressing up as a Benihanna chef and cooking for RJ and I on a dance night, grocery shopping when I lived with you in high school, bread and butter pickles and A1 steak sauce, the first set of gold clubs you bought me that were like a foot tall, the day you told me you signed me up for soccer (I was terrified...but it became my love), guitar music late at night to play me to sleep...mostly Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, the Animals...BMW's, Las Vegas Easter trips and eating at William B's,&amp;nbsp;body surfing and boogie boarding in Hawaii, the Ockey mobile, Seaworld, our road trip to Canada and Glacier, St. George, Fishlake, your brown farm boots, pick pick strum strum, weekend picnics and softball/soccer games, running football plays like we were playing in the pros, Sunday bicycle trips to get a New York seltzer at Texaco, the fold down couch and chairs at Peach Lane, doing laundry at the laundry mat, long afternoon drives singing Cats and Tom Petty, the Elton John/Billy Joel concert and the Rolling Stones concert, Utah Football games, Jazz games, Utah Basketball games, you teaching Stacey how to drive a stickshift on a hill and that famous saying, you walking the sisters down the isle, spending my last moments as a single girl with you and you telling me how beautiful I looked on my wedding day, listening to you sing at my wedding, waking up from surgery in the hallway and seeing you there with RJ and my mom, watching you carry Corey to the NICU in blue scrubs, riding the tractor with you on the farm, watching you take care of your mother, watching you wrestle the boys or read them books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there is some of it.&amp;nbsp; I could write all day about all the memories I have.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for creating a life for me that is beautiful and for accepting every moment of my good and bad decisions.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for bringing me so many blessings and for accepting RJ into our family as one of your own children.&amp;nbsp; I love you eternally dad.&amp;nbsp; I hope you have a wonderful Father's Day today and always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&amp;nbsp; Ti amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6455013356494210698?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6455013356494210698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6455013356494210698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6455013356494210698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6455013356494210698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-dad.html' title='Hi DAD'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFiRqwJx4eo/Tf4XuHx7iVI/AAAAAAAABZw/aTqfLHcRXrE/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1847733847306682967</id><published>2011-06-17T00:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:21:08.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sibs</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619084869081987426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q5hG87s_Zc/Tfr_6tBneWI/AAAAAAAABYU/HjIvH4vdnvg/s400/ragnar_relay_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day my dear sister embarks on a new journey...RAGNAR!!! I'm so proud of you Pengy Pants (aka Stacey). You have been working and training so hard for this day. What a great experience this will be. I wish I could be there to support you and scream your name as you passed by. How about I promise you this instead???? The next time I see you I'll walk right up to you and start screaming GO PENGY!!! Let's plan to meet somewhere in public so people will think I'm a wackadoodle and you're being attacked. It can be like the television show "What would you do?" That's a good question...what would you do? If I just started jumping up and down and screaming encouraging statements at you in some random place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we kidding Stace...I always scream loud encouraging things at you while jumping in place!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to "coach" R to the J!!! How fun it's been to watch you two (and trusty little Ginger) go for your Ragnar training runs together. I love the relationship, trust and friendship you share. I love that we could sit around for a couple hours after and joke. I will miss these nightly runs in a way. You should keep it up...but maybe instead of EVERYDAY (as Corey would say) you could do it a couple times a week. Below is the poster RJ and I made for Stacey. RJ is going up to watch the runners with my mom and Drew. He'll be doing the loud screaming of encouragements temporarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619087452571754386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDCa8CJZCYI/TfsCRFRk35I/AAAAAAAABYc/4zvMkqGnjI0/s400/Chelsea%2527s%2BMobile%2B058.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really so proud of you Stacey! I know you are going to do a great job and have a fun time. Please know of my support and get ready to be blasted with screaming encouragement the next time you are getting dinner at Rumbi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you dear friend and sister!!!!! MUAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619089230281887522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myoShyA-ybQ/TfsD4jwszyI/AAAAAAAABYk/ck8ntHifB4Q/s400/Casey%2Bat%2BMoab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And to my favorite and most affectionately named DIVA...Case, I am proud of you too! Look at all the hard work you have done...professionally and physically. You look absolutely amazing and I'm so happy that you are owning it. You are a beautiful person with an outstanding soul that is now shinning in your eyes. Your health and happiness are so important to me and it's great to get the feeling that you feel healthy and happy. You are such an inspiring person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loves and mad props to you sissy!!! MUAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1847733847306682967?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1847733847306682967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1847733847306682967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1847733847306682967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1847733847306682967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/06/sisters.html' title='The Sibs'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q5hG87s_Zc/Tfr_6tBneWI/AAAAAAAABYU/HjIvH4vdnvg/s72-c/ragnar_relay_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1422471350660786493</id><published>2011-06-11T20:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:21:20.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Good This Way Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrEkggsZaIw/TfQ-AgEorII/AAAAAAAABYM/JXk4N3z401g/s1600/sam-abell-a-beautiful-pathway-lined-with-trees-and-purple-azaleas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617182813568150658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrEkggsZaIw/TfQ-AgEorII/AAAAAAAABYM/JXk4N3z401g/s400/sam-abell-a-beautiful-pathway-lined-with-trees-and-purple-azaleas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am in the midst of learning a very important life lesson...from failure comes success. I have always associated negative thoughts with failure. To this point in my life I can't say that I've looked in the mirror and said that I was glad I failed at something I tried. I have always thought that accomplishment was the only road to a successful life, meaningful relationships, validation, happiness...just life itself. Now I know that that can be the case as well as so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My journey in life began with every blessing, every need met...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;execrably&lt;/span&gt; so. I have always been surrounded by love, opportunity, support and safety. Growing up was not a generally difficult thing for me...until I hit my mid 20's. I made it through all the petty things in grade school, junior high and high school. I met, fell in love with and married my best friend and most wonderful man. I have always been close to my family. I have never been the type of person to have a million friends but those I have I treasure dearly. So...what hit so hard? What wall did I run into that challenged all of this? ME! If you notice...everything I have written was all about others. I value other people, their talents, their strengths and weaknesses. I sing their praises...and then when the room is quiet and I find myself alone with my thoughts, I turn inward...looking to find peace. When I was younger I don't think I understood peace or the feeling of it. When I came into my 20's I was ready to feel that and peace is not something that you can manufacture. I can't take some peace with some water and thirty minutes later I feel it. I can't jump into the lake and have peace cool me in the summer. I have to...get to feel peace...find that part of myself that no one else knows about. That part of myself that IS peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, when I went looking for peace I really went looking. I looked in accomplishments...school, work, marriage. I looked in books and religion. I looked in my relationships with others to see if my strand of peace was somehow associated to another. I looked to life for peace and I turned my back on life for peace. THEN it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me...finally...that peace is in me. Innately peace is Chelsea Patrice Erickson Smith. It is a girl turned woman. It is an individual not a couple. It is a feeling not a book. It was and is within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, trust me when I say that the avenues I have taken to discover my peace are well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trodden&lt;/span&gt;. Their are many...many!!! And they all seem to have their own medium in which they were discovered. I value my journey and experiences so much yet it intrigues me that I really do accept my failures in life, against life, with others, in school, in work, just in living, as my successes. There is detail, once again that I will leave to my heart and my heart only to know. But don't let that lead you to believe that I don't share this lesson with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm writing this post in honor of someone very dear to my heart that is going through an extremely hard experience in her life. I'm not even certain she reads this blog. I am connected to her in various capacities and consider her a fundamental person in my life daily. If you are reading this...you deserve to know this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do believe that challenges can make a human stronger. I do believe that life is ruled and commanded by energy. I believe wholeheartedly in miracles. I believe that everything happens for a reason (whether considered good or bad). I believe that being logical does have it's place but spirituality does also. I believe that there is reason to accept the past, live in the now and know that the future will happen. Most of all my dear, sweet friend...I believe "something good this way comes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Much love to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1422471350660786493?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1422471350660786493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1422471350660786493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1422471350660786493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1422471350660786493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-good-this-way-comes.html' title='Something Good This Way Comes'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrEkggsZaIw/TfQ-AgEorII/AAAAAAAABYM/JXk4N3z401g/s72-c/sam-abell-a-beautiful-pathway-lined-with-trees-and-purple-azaleas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8499385030938938023</id><published>2011-06-03T23:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:10:32.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf7LEiqyeKo/TemqEd_s1DI/AAAAAAAABXc/HeTlt3kvAkE/s1600/babiesbacks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 366px; height: 229px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614205404242039858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf7LEiqyeKo/TemqEd_s1DI/AAAAAAAABXc/HeTlt3kvAkE/s400/babiesbacks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I've posted anything that it would be impossible to try and back track.  So, I'll just start with what has been playing through my mind lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To some it may seem childish, selfish, attention getting...to me it's simply what I think about about and feel on a very real level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TO BE A MOM!!!  Without going into all the details, RJ and I have not been able to carry a pregnancy full term.  Yes, there are things I know I could be doing to get my body in optimum shape...and then part of me thinks "why go through that loss again?"  Going through the trauma of loosing multiple pregnancies in the midst of loosing grandparents, welcoming 2 baby brothers to this world, battling deep depression, loosing the acceptance of one's self, being fired from a job I loved, loosing friends, trying to gain trust in others and myself...it's just a jumbled confusing time in life and yet there is such a hole where life is absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please know these thoughts come with a sense of knowing...not so much as a depression...yes, there is sadness but also awareness.  I look at friends and family having these blessings enter their lives and then I look to RJ and I wonder if he wants to trade me in sometimes.  I KNOW he would never voice a comment like that...I just know that he didn't sign up for a lot of things he has gotten from marriage.  I AM eternally grateful for his unfailing love, companionship and friendship...I just believe he deserves all the blessings in life and he would be a WONDERFUL father.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is not some sort of pity party.  I am surrounded by two of the sweetest little boys in my brothers, great neighbors and cousins that share the blessings of having a little one around.  I just wonder at time what it would be like to have someone rely on me, come from me.  I would love to look into adoption and consider that an honor and blessing to so many...I just don't know where to start and how to come up with money.  My arms are open, my heart has marinated on this topic too long.  Lullabys and sweet dreams to you all and to all the babes in arms and those needing mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8499385030938938023?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8499385030938938023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8499385030938938023' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8499385030938938023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8499385030938938023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/06/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf7LEiqyeKo/TemqEd_s1DI/AAAAAAAABXc/HeTlt3kvAkE/s72-c/babiesbacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-346334319733646082</id><published>2011-02-19T12:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:36:57.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of RJ &amp; Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIsv61YWg8U/TWAfwV2wlHI/AAAAAAAABWw/t-79XV81t1M/s1600/P1010762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575491254045676658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIsv61YWg8U/TWAfwV2wlHI/AAAAAAAABWw/t-79XV81t1M/s400/P1010762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it's true...it all started with a post-it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is quite possibly the most embarrassing story ever...but it gives you insight into how FUNNY RJ and I are...we are the classic definition of DORKS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can strain your mind to travel back 18 years to our 9th grade year and a seminary class filled with a bunch of hooligans!  RJ in all his "sweetness" and smooth moves (RJ: "wanna rub my back?"...ME:"ummm, NO!") had captured my attention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a Valentine's Day Dance where I hoped I would get a couple dances with him but was disappointed when I only got one...and won't mention all the other girls that got more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;needless to say I was heartbroken all weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following week at school I was sort of down in the dumps and RJ picked up on it quick (as I had hoped).  On the 17th of February he bugged me and pestered until I promised during class that I would write the name of the person I liked in a note and would give it to him after school(ahhh...the days of Junior High School notes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I pulled out my trusty blue pen and a yellow post-it, wrote "you!" on the paper and folded it into an intricate little envelope with STRICT instructions to wait until I was out of sight (which he quickly ignored).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now travel to THE day...February 18th, 1993...rumors were swirling all day from his friends and mine and I couldn't look up without turning bright red from embarrassment!  Then I turned around after shutting my locker with my 6th period geography books in hand ready to enter Mr. Halls class and there was RJ (and Mike...there for support I guess).  I think I choked a little and I know my face color bypassed red and went straight to purple.  He was nervous too, I think, standing there in his green and black shirt and blue silvertabs but just as cute as ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He opened his mouth to say something and I remembering thinking...my heart is pounding...he looks so great...OH CRAP, what if I start crying when he tells me that I'm a dork?!?!  Then he said that famous line that all 14 year old girls live their lives to hear..."D'ya wanna go out?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes, I am laughing as I type this!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I of course muttered a "sure" and quickly entered my class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now...flash forward past all the dances, the mini break-ups, the laughter, the tears, the most beautiful wedding ever, jobs, vacations, apartments, a house, cars, dogs...to today..18 years later and RJ is getting home from work.  I realize that my heart is pounding...he looks so great...and this time I know he's just going to give me a kiss hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny, I don't remember the last breath I took before I was in love with RJ but I have known for a very long time that we were brought together for a very special reason.  So many have questioned our relationship over the years and we took a lot of crap from people when we were in High School but we grew together, became and remain best friends.  We learned how to communicate our feelings to each other at such a young age that it's second nature now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always tell RJ that I will forever see him as a 16 year old kid and I am so lucky to have the knowledge of him at that age...and now!  I was the luckiest girl then and now I'm the luckiest woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the memories I have with him have made me a better person!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Together Forever" baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ti Amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-346334319733646082?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/346334319733646082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=346334319733646082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/346334319733646082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/346334319733646082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-of-rj-chelsea.html' title='The Story of RJ &amp; Chelsea'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIsv61YWg8U/TWAfwV2wlHI/AAAAAAAABWw/t-79XV81t1M/s72-c/P1010762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6366630116048923867</id><published>2010-09-08T10:22:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:31:47.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider this the answer to your request!</title><content type='html'>Welcome back! I have NO idea where I've been for the last 5 months but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLO&lt;/span&gt; double G!!! Every few weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RJ&lt;/span&gt; would remind me that I haven't written anything publicly since his birthday...which I think he secretly takes as a sign that nothing is more important than him (you got it baby!). Today, Stacey sent out the guilt inducing email though...short and simple and to the point! So, this one is for you Stace!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514589840999740706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCPirEdSI/AAAAAAAABS0/eIkLfbKw2kE/s400/drew+and+stacey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary STACEY AND DREW!!! 4 years?! What? Time flies when you're married to one of the greatest people EVER! You both deserve all the greatness that is uniquely you and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitively&lt;/span&gt; your Greenland union. I have very vivid snapshots of your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-what the crap Stace!!! Don't EVER agree to let your sister do your hair for your wedding!!!&lt;br /&gt;B-were you both trying to look like royalty or did it just happen that way in my mind?!&lt;br /&gt;3-that's all I remember (yes, I purposely put a "3" instead of "C")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I remember everything about your wedding. So many firsts and lasts. New and old. Smiles and tears. Dancing like I didn't care anyone was watching (NOT a good thing). Dad singing like the PRO he is!!! Mom challenging the bride for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; of the day! Casey worrying about her hair...smart CASE...you actually had a professional do something that day!!! Marveling at the man that is MY husband and sneaking kisses in the hallway (YEP, this happened). Standing so proudly beside my sisters and so eager to accept Drew into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;! Dancing with Grandpa for the last time! Taking pictures with Grandma and watching Amy try to get her to put her purse down for the pictures. Watching Grandma and Grandpa Greenland together for one of their last dances (incredibly touching). Hanging with the "girls" for the last time...any of you that KNOW this group KNOW it somehow includes RJ...he chilled in the Brides room with Pattycakes, Pengy, KP, Kracka, Amers and I ALL DAY (gotta love a man that can do this on purpose and without restraint)!!! Feeling something was missing that day but knowing the room was acutally FULL where there seemed to be space (Grams, Gramps, Curly, the bros : ) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey and Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590405373429746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCwZIPh_I/AAAAAAAABT0/Tz8WmnFak_A/s400/Stacey+and+Mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sissies (Casey, Stacey and Chels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590395028306370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCvylxecI/AAAAAAAABTs/VG8MrMG1ZS0/s400/The+sissies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Greenland (Joe and Laurue), Stacey and Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590392051825410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCvngH-wI/AAAAAAAABTk/-S71Mfh6i-U/s400/Larue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and Cadi (his sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590383536932946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCvHyBCFI/AAAAAAAABTc/4-ETCe4eLOY/s400/Drew+and+Cadi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little daddy and Stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590841363303058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfDJxUVCpI/AAAAAAAABT8/wPhhdqXOVL8/s400/Stacey+and+Dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mommy and my great husband cutting the rug...HOW TOUCHING?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514589872561196418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCRYP6DYI/AAAAAAAABTM/HBRp3SIx-68/s400/Mom+and+RJ+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little mommy and RJ (maybe a cuter couple than RJ and I are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514589863089051506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCQ09kl3I/AAAAAAAABTE/yqGnsX-avFQ/s400/mom+and+RJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and Elaine (his mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590375794880402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCuq8Kr5I/AAAAAAAABTU/YW1GAI3LT4o/s400/drew+and+elaine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living LEGEND...my pops!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514589849291203506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCQBj6I7I/AAAAAAAABS8/W9Qx23l-Gzc/s400/Dad+Guitar+2+Stacey+Wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Possibly the coolest picture ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590861188846370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfDK7LG0yI/AAAAAAAABUM/kWgv3aluFZ8/s400/Dad+Guitar-Stacey+Wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really go on and on, but I'll save you the time! I do love this day and the memories it will always carry for me! What an honor to have memories of both sisters walking down "the Isle" regardless of current circumstances!!! I have the greatest sisters in the Universe! I have the greatest parents that created this bond for me! Much love to you all!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6366630116048923867?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6366630116048923867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6366630116048923867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6366630116048923867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6366630116048923867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/09/consider-this-answer-to-your-request.html' title='Consider this the answer to your request!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/TIfCPirEdSI/AAAAAAAABS0/eIkLfbKw2kE/s72-c/drew+and+stacey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-3507367796610539578</id><published>2010-04-20T02:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:19:04.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very BETTER Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462133422881702930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81laJKnBBI/AAAAAAAABRs/FbISiECuxNY/s400/P1000708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RJ's birthday was on the 8th. We had a great "birthday WEEK" as he likes to call it : ) !!! We got to spend time with his parents while they were in town and the rest of his family. We went to dinner and played games-which are ALWAYS a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my dad we went to dinner at the Rio Grande Cafe. The sisters and brothers, Amy, Dad (Chesley) and our Uncle Michael and Aunt Marilyn all joined us. It was one happenin' party! It's always so great to spend time talking and watching the family grow together. Here are some pictures from that night.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462133412858779314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81lZj09VrI/AAAAAAAABRk/Jg02tHXZGgQ/s400/P1000689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RJ and Casey (my sis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462132360358332978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81kcS9TCjI/AAAAAAAABRU/hTTmhWaS-t8/s400/P1000691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew (my bro-in-law) and Stacey (my sis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462132352875927250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81kb3FWltI/AAAAAAAABRM/V3Mvg5WA4S0/s400/P1000697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462132341861863202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81kbODZTyI/AAAAAAAABRE/_HWDCKbyxn0/s400/P1000706-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On his ACTUAL birthday we went to Lambs Cafe for lunch. He had never been there and it's such a great part of Salt Lake that I couldn't resist his request. Later that night we went on a little "drive" to a surprise party at Fatcats that Stacey and my mom had planned. RJ was kind of bummed that day and it was SO hard to keep it a secret!!! When we got there my mom-Patrice, Stacey, Casey, Kristi and Hayden were all waiting with a bowling lane and Pizza ready. He was super excited and loved the surprise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had taken my camera : ( !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known RJ since 7th grade...it's almost impossible for me to think of what life was like before he was in my life. He knows me better than anyone and sometimes even knows my memories better than I do! He is the most caring person I have ever known. He reminds me so much of my Grandfather Dwain in the way he cares for people, the environment, nature and his overall presence. His spirit and mine are old friends and will continue to be forever. I am grateful to walk side by side with him and honored that he would choose me above all others. He may be just as embarrassed as I am to post these pictures...but these are our past baby...we are now in this moment and I SO look forward to the future! I love you! Happy 32!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've gotta love the "dance pose!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462139566213187778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81q_u2-SMI/AAAAAAAABSU/n5nf4gEEop0/s400/scan0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462139559705758642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81q_Wney7I/AAAAAAAABSM/9ASFGWnYEK8/s400/scan0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462139541703078994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81q-TjTtFI/AAAAAAAABR8/8ogcP30U-7k/s400/scan0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is on our Senior Trip in Mexico! OLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462139535122573362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81q97CZKDI/AAAAAAAABR0/-4Q9E6mVA7k/s400/scan0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-3507367796610539578?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3507367796610539578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=3507367796610539578' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3507367796610539578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3507367796610539578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-very-better-half.html' title='My Very BETTER Half'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S81laJKnBBI/AAAAAAAABRs/FbISiECuxNY/s72-c/P1000708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8912850978091678196</id><published>2010-04-15T02:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:27:04.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter was pretty fun filled this year. I'm not really sure if you can get alot from the few pictures I took but it was so great to spend time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ had this day off..rare, I know...which made it even more special. We had a brunch at my Dad's that morning and were provided with the usual entertainment by Corey and Ashton (now 18 months old). I SERIOUSLY can't believe how time flies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you'll see the original Erickson maffia...minus the godfather (RJ) and me...I'm probably a henchman or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey, Drew and Stacey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bP8uuvrGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GbDuC5qBSaU/s1600/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460280240476499042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bP8uuvrGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GbDuC5qBSaU/s400/P1000658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sweet little Corey in his "newsies" hat. That's really his mischievous look but can you even begin to resist??? I certainly can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bP8JmzHmI/AAAAAAAABQ0/gxzkUt-eJdw/s1600/P1000684-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460280230511058530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bP8JmzHmI/AAAAAAAABQ0/gxzkUt-eJdw/s400/P1000684-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cute picture is of Ashton (with his new headband on) playing patty cake with "daddy." They are the best pals ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bP7vro9QI/AAAAAAAABQs/F2oF2NktAAo/s1600/P1000665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460280223552042242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bP7vro9QI/AAAAAAAABQs/F2oF2NktAAo/s400/P1000665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Corey is showing off his new look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bPXsZv5EI/AAAAAAAABQk/NzAboFYq_Aw/s1600/P1000663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460279604196402242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bPXsZv5EI/AAAAAAAABQk/NzAboFYq_Aw/s400/P1000663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures of the day! Ashton has a smile that lights up the room and he is so entertaining! Stacey put this headband on him and he just went with it...what a cool dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bPXNuqhFI/AAAAAAAABQc/ZCzsyfaYCes/s1600/P1000662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460279595962631250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bPXNuqhFI/AAAAAAAABQc/ZCzsyfaYCes/s400/P1000662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new kids on the block checking out there new stash of goodies from the Easter Bunny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460279144542520354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bO88DuRCI/AAAAAAAABQU/wUP78ys17ks/s400/P1000655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That afternoon we were able to spend time with my mom at a movie and dinner. What a great way to round off a wonderful weekend. I AM BLESSED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8912850978091678196?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8912850978091678196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8912850978091678196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8912850978091678196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8912850978091678196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S8bP8uuvrGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GbDuC5qBSaU/s72-c/P1000658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-482709689527108333</id><published>2010-03-04T22:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:12:10.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S5CgPCVXN8I/AAAAAAAABPc/6BcWN0OvRjo/s1600-h/ripple_effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445028129675884482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S5CgPCVXN8I/AAAAAAAABPc/6BcWN0OvRjo/s400/ripple_effect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been so humbled lately by the International news. Events that test the fabric of nations and neighbors. Events that take lives and spare others. The earth is shaking in every way possible. The horizon has changed for so many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In all ways possible, I feel lacking...lacking of my abilities to reach people. I feel, especially tonight, the desire to comfort, to hold hands. I don't have the knowledge or the resources to do much other than that. To offer a hug, a smile, a warm shoulder to lay on and I want to so bad. I am also logical and know this is not really possible in the capacity I desire. So, I turn to you and ask that you reach inside and send the love you can. Together we can create a space that will fill with love and ripple to those in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can not do this alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smile at your neighbors and strangers. Call your friends. Stand out in the crowd and lead by examples of love and generousity. I am a big believer in love and prayer and the healing nature they create. Send out a prayer and meditation of love to someone who deserves to know that YOU care about THEM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-482709689527108333?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/482709689527108333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=482709689527108333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/482709689527108333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/482709689527108333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-been-so-humbled-lately-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S5CgPCVXN8I/AAAAAAAABPc/6BcWN0OvRjo/s72-c/ripple_effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1913256178835771306</id><published>2010-01-28T23:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:06:45.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L O V E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S2KI8G6IHCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_gspdJrMDEU/s1600-h/love-sky-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432054666790181922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S2KI8G6IHCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_gspdJrMDEU/s400/love-sky-red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking about something to post for a couple days. I have a lot of emotions and thoughts to share but it seems so much easier to sit here and listen to music. So, this is my post...just listen to the music for now. Try not to skip the ones you don't know but see if you get something new out of it. It's all about love. Love for self, others, nature, progress, memories, passage of regret, love for letting go...you tell me what you think/feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sit back and enjoy, smile, cry, laugh...you deserve a break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much Love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1913256178835771306?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1913256178835771306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1913256178835771306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1913256178835771306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1913256178835771306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/l-o-v-e.html' title='L O V E'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S2KI8G6IHCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_gspdJrMDEU/s72-c/love-sky-red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1899190582657807018</id><published>2010-01-13T00:18:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:33:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S02EOBW8NtI/AAAAAAAABPA/OMkwEVemaSw/s1600-h/P1000520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426138502469007058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S02EOBW8NtI/AAAAAAAABPA/OMkwEVemaSw/s400/P1000520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...what a day! Waking to the the sound of the palm trees swaying just outside my window, the smell of the ocean breeze and the excitement of another day in Hawaii. Dad, Amy, Ashton, Corey and I hit the road early today to do a little exploring in the town of Kailua. It is a cute town right on the coast with lots of shops and restaurants. We watched the surf...and surfers as we ate lunch and then visited a local farmers market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426133241401404322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S01_byWra6I/AAAAAAAABOY/D_VqnnJmi5o/s400/P1000506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426131640114825506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S019-lGNSSI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Lc7rFcegWLc/s400/P1000511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426131633047451554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S019-KxNt6I/AAAAAAAABOI/7djQqGyl1iI/s400/P1000512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426131623571720738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0199neBiiI/AAAAAAAABOA/QourFiqvVO0/s400/P1000514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426130248885893682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S018tmXYejI/AAAAAAAABNw/U2GyAx1Vt-U/s400/P1000525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426130263593148258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S018udJ3X2I/AAAAAAAABN4/I6LNCitUrxU/s400/P1000522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also spent some time at Hapuna beach today where the waves were rockin' and the boys played in the sand. It seems that they have become accustomed to the feel of it between their little toes and they look so comfortable in this setting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426133253392565490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S01_cfBmBPI/AAAAAAAABOg/ofXVJr-tPsQ/s400/P1000540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426133269057642930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S01_dZYcIbI/AAAAAAAABOw/E26neDeQ-DM/s400/P1000531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426133258255656690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S01_cxJC5vI/AAAAAAAABOo/52_RiRm-rUs/s400/P1000550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426129227493676722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S017yJYgFrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/KsaetKQikbk/s400/P1000575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426130240420585682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S018tG1GINI/AAAAAAAABNo/HVaj6vLvfuA/s400/P1000552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426129242974658978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S017zDDdIaI/AAAAAAAABNg/OYPPZk49iqY/s400/P1000557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426129236442978642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S017yquLmVI/AAAAAAAABNY/iBszFPDkQ4g/s400/P1000570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have become comfortable here too. Everything seems so familiar that was once foreign...just in time to pack my bags and head back to Utah and the cold weather. I'm looking forward to seeing RJ...it seems like a year since last week in a way and to hear Ginger's husky song that she only sings for me : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I will miss the Hawaiian surroundings but take many good memories with me. I've decided that in another life...maybe after my Italian life...I might be Hawaiian. I have fallen in love, once again, with the culture, the history, the beauty, the language...all that is Hawaiian. In my dreams tonight I hope I dance the hula and surf the waves one last time before I leave the magical realm of the Aloha spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahalo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1899190582657807018?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1899190582657807018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1899190582657807018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1899190582657807018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1899190582657807018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/mahalo.html' title='Mahalo'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S02EOBW8NtI/AAAAAAAABPA/OMkwEVemaSw/s72-c/P1000520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7570173502719406373</id><published>2010-01-12T02:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:58:14.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fletch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the waning moments of a vacation. I woke this morning to Casey jumping on my belly saying, "C'mon, get up! It's my last day here!" And so the day began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey and I fell into our 5 day routine of snuggling the boys, feeding them breakfast, chasing them like lost boys and beefing up on our Disney Channel favorites. I will honestly miss the one on one time with Ashton and Corey. I think Casey and I have been very fortunate to have developed a bond with them in this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then before I knew it I was once again lounging in paradise watching the waves roll in and feeling the sand warm as morning turned to day. We all spent most of the day at the beach at Mauni Lani. An absolutely incredible day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is the most serene bay there where sea turtles come up for air after feeding off the vegetation on the rocks. There are schools of fish swaying with the waves and once again there are the hammocks that line the beach where you can sit and wish and dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a great day for me and two particular sea turtles. One I named Fletch and the other Mr. Underhill (from the movie, Fletch). Fletch was the first turtle of the day and swam up right in front of me to the point of nearly taking my nose off. He likes the sun like I do and managed to work himself up onto the black lava rocks to sun bathe when I wasn't looking. I sat with him for a while and watched his eyes open and close as he tried to ignore me and get some sleep...sorry Fletch but you fascinated me!  Instead I listened to him tell me all about his journey from Australia and how he settled here with his little sea turtle family because he learned the hula at a young age and was facinated by its origin...thus applying for citizenship and becoming a hardworking Hawaiian sea turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Underhill on the other hand was a cool customer and stayed to the water games. He is GINORMOUS and has a sort of yellowish shell. He didn't really have much to say seeing as how he was in the water all day but he did look quite peaceful as he swam about his daily routine in the sea turtle world. I imaine it's hard working for so little and entertaining nosey girls from Utah who won't leave you and your colleagues alone. Either way, they were great and very memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have any pictures of my two esteemed friends because of the water/camera situation and the fact that I was "swimming" (aka transporting) Casey to and from Fletch because she didn't have water shoes on. I'm pretty sure the pictures wouldn't have turned out anyway if the camera was either at the bottom of the bay or on a towel trying to dry out the sand and salt water that would be corroding all its intricate software watcha-ma-call-its. So, please take my word for it and the next time you visit the Mauni Lani bay give them some love from their girl in Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey insisted that we get a family vacation picture before we left the beach today so those are the cute little pictures below.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425786687775403762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0xEPtflbvI/AAAAAAAABNA/i8H4XDk255E/s400/P1000500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425786678651205762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0xEPLgNOII/AAAAAAAABM4/G3FO2OTOqIk/s400/P1000499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the sissies photo that dad took just before we left to take Casey to the airport. I had a lot of fun with her on this vacation and will miss waking up without her tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425786696868491346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0xEQPXi8FI/AAAAAAAABNI/zWNagTnTirs/s400/P1000503.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyway...just two more days and one night left. The count down is on anyway you look at it. Much love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7570173502719406373?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7570173502719406373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7570173502719406373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7570173502719406373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7570173502719406373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/fletch.html' title='Fletch'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0xEPtflbvI/AAAAAAAABNA/i8H4XDk255E/s72-c/P1000500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-3003487844553830985</id><published>2010-01-11T00:57:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:11:43.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whales</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Casey and I went on a whale watching boat tour today. I watched the whales and Casey watched the cocktails...Mai Tai anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was amazing!!! The humpback whales surrounded our boat and seemed to be so curious about what we were doing. At one point there were two whales close enough that their spray got on us...which we learned is really mucus...GROSS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is something very powerful and real about watching the grace and beauty of a whale. They really are large but I got a sense of connection, of equality and such excitement. I felt small and at the same time a part of something so great and enormous. This trip has opened my eyes in many ways...really about myself and the changes I have been able to make. I believe that because of those changes I am now able to see the world as I should see it...mysterious, beautiful, raw, real and precious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what you would call the experiences I have been able to have internally...some may call them apifinies...AH HA momemts...I just call to them like a soft whisper that was there the entire time. I feel so much peace...more than I have in years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also got to spend time with Dad and Casey at the Golf course at Mauni Lani this morning. It was fun to watch their competitive nature come out and their love for a sport. The course is beautiful beyond words...even the sand traps look inviting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met up with Amy and the boys for a little shopping and lunch where dad swiftly ushered everyone away from the Louis Vuitton store and once again past Tiffany and Co. I wonder why? I got pictures of Tiffany and Co. because I love the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's and the L'Occitane store because it made me homesick for my mommy! The boys got to run around the shopping area for a while and show off their speed. I think they're loving the sun andI can't wait to see the time when they truly are little surfer dudes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm super tired so all the pictures are kinda lumped together...but I'm really just doing this for myself...I don't know if anyone is even reading this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-3003487844553830985?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3003487844553830985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=3003487844553830985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3003487844553830985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3003487844553830985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/whales.html' title='Whales'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1116804706696832196</id><published>2010-01-10T01:18:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:43:24.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poolside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE these tiles in the pool...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425039288300688626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mcfVezVPI/AAAAAAAABMI/CFrJOmwC_S8/s320/P1000177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Casey and I got to spend a lot of time with the brothers.  Before hitting the pool with them, we tended them while Amy and dad went golfing.  I only got a few pictures at the pool because I wanted to soak up some sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pool, there was a quick shopping trip with Casey, Amy and I and then back to the villa for chasing and playing with the kids so Amy and dad could spend a quiet dinner with their friend the Prestons, who leave the island tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the running around and craziness that twins MAY create…I was able to relax and get a little sun in the process.  I just can’t seem to pass up the opportunity to soak up the spirit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey, Dad and I have an early morning tomorrow since the golf clubs will be flying.  I’m just going along for the ride and picture taking.  Stay turned to my novice writing and very, very, very inadequate Hawaiian picture taking.  I just can’t seem to capture what I’m seeing in a tiny little picture.  I wish I was more talented…but don’t let that scare you away.  I’m still trying.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much love to you all my friends!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love the secluded parts of the pool &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the little person pool for the boys to walk around it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite was the beach chairs on the tiles with about 6 inches of water unterneath...seemed to keep me cooler and it just was cooler all around!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425024688518022386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mPNhDXRPI/AAAAAAAABLQ/p5BYebFQU7I/s320/P1000175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashton, getting his splash on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mdmnbt4dI/AAAAAAAABMY/MZ1B_S89Qno/s1600-h/P1000188.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425040512890298834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mdmnbt4dI/AAAAAAAABMY/MZ1B_S89Qno/s320/P1000188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Casey getting the brothers ready for their diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425039296026373602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mcfyQv7eI/AAAAAAAABMQ/DZ8vEtVm87I/s320/P1000182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corey, ploting his next attack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mRPhHDeAI/AAAAAAAABL4/I9afk3jqVzM/s1600-h/P1000185.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425026921916495874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mRPhHDeAI/AAAAAAAABL4/I9afk3jqVzM/s320/P1000185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mRPK3JtOI/AAAAAAAABLw/8WMzfqQAfOQ/s1600-h/P1000184.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425026915944215778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mRPK3JtOI/AAAAAAAABLw/8WMzfqQAfOQ/s320/P1000184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425026907642247826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mROr7zupI/AAAAAAAABLo/AejrfyWI7Y8/s320/P1000181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1116804706696832196?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1116804706696832196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1116804706696832196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1116804706696832196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1116804706696832196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/poolside.html' title='Poolside'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0mcfVezVPI/AAAAAAAABMI/CFrJOmwC_S8/s72-c/P1000177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4761472073156147511</id><published>2010-01-09T00:31:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:17:05.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Senses</title><content type='html'>Another day in paradise, yet it seems like a rebirth inside.  There is something that awakens in my soul when amongst these islands and once again I feel ALIVE.  I feel the breeze on my face, the waves against my body and the sun on my skin.  I smell that intoxicating sweet mixture of plumeria and salt as it dances into my senses and paints the rainbow of Hawaiian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mostly filled with sun and surf.  Casey and I took a walk this morning through some lava tubes and then rewarded ourselves with a nice moment in a hammock on the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that this was one of the highlights for me.  The only other time I have been to the Big Island of Hawaii, I spent many hours in the hammocks outside the hotel dreaming of life as an adult.  What kind of love would I find…where would I live…what would my children be like…what would I be like?  Now that some of those questions have answers, it was nice to be in that same spot and know that all was as it should be…just as I believed then, I believe now…there are no accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the Prestons once again for lunch and dinner and will have great memories of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys exhausted themselves in the sand and even tried to make some friends today.  This is definitely a trip of many firsts for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of try to explain each picture there is a montage below for your enjoyment.  Much love to you all!  Stay safe and warm : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0hH9K8StxI/AAAAAAAABLE/X-wXQ2SJ-Fg/s1600-h/P1000145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424664867402594066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0hH9K8StxI/AAAAAAAABLE/X-wXQ2SJ-Fg/s320/P1000145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0hH8XakoEI/AAAAAAAABK8/xCpAIscdXFk/s1600-h/P1000142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424664853570953282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0hH8XakoEI/AAAAAAAABK8/xCpAIscdXFk/s320/P1000142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0hH8CnmqnI/AAAAAAAABK0/yjaafwfhneE/s1600-h/P1000141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424664847988468338" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Here are Ashton and Corey at the airport...the beginning of a long day for everyone but these two were TROOPERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cIuqa4GGI/AAAAAAAABIM/PB4ae5qcVOM/s1600-h/P1000070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424313873945073762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cIuqa4GGI/AAAAAAAABIM/PB4ae5qcVOM/s320/P1000070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from SL to LA was packed but short enough that everyone did ok.  Then we had a gate change in LA that was kind of confusing and a super pain when you a stinky bum and no food in your tummy.  The flight from LA to Kona was full too but Amy managed to get a bulkhead seating for her and Casey which gave the boys some room to play with toys.  Dad was across the isle and I was in first class, thanks dad.  It may sound snobby that I sat up there but most of you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cIuLtJOQI/AAAAAAAABIE/k6XpUhkfqMs/s1600-h/P1000072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424313865700194562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cIuLtJOQI/AAAAAAAABIE/k6XpUhkfqMs/s320/P1000072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall everyone did wonderfully!!!  I am so proud of Ashton and Corey and can't wait to tell them about their first plane ride some day.  What a great opportunity to be apart of that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my fist view of the ocean this morning as we went to visit some friends...ALOHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cItvCnCzI/AAAAAAAABH8/95Bj1XlUYdg/s1600-h/P1000074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424313858005601074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cItvCnCzI/AAAAAAAABH8/95Bj1XlUYdg/s320/P1000074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Corey and daddy in the sand for the first time. Corey couldn't figure out why his feet kept sinking at first and was a little wobbly but then he got the hang of it. This was such a fun experience to see for the first time. I wouldn't trade it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cG-NylqsI/AAAAAAAABH0/AnzpaE_7xzU/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424311942114552514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cG-NylqsI/AAAAAAAABH0/AnzpaE_7xzU/s320/P1000077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More water time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cG9t87hXI/AAAAAAAABHs/XvopWQkGAjg/s1600-h/P1000080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424311933567993202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cG9t87hXI/AAAAAAAABHs/XvopWQkGAjg/s320/P1000080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy (mommy) with Ashton, Corey and family friend Cheryl Preston. The boys LOVE the water and spash like fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cG9L-Zx_I/AAAAAAAABHk/6NuSMeIrGsU/s1600-h/P1000087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424311924447365106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cG9L-Zx_I/AAAAAAAABHk/6NuSMeIrGsU/s320/P1000087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Corey and his sweet cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cE4fRepSI/AAAAAAAABHc/xn41QXwLFjU/s1600-h/P1000088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424309644705047842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cE4fRepSI/AAAAAAAABHc/xn41QXwLFjU/s320/P1000088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corey attacking me and the camera on the ground. This kid is addicted to ANY electronic device.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cE354wVXI/AAAAAAAABHU/bzMOskrDnoI/s1600-h/P1000090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424309634669237618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cE354wVXI/AAAAAAAABHU/bzMOskrDnoI/s320/P1000090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton, playing in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cE3gS19FI/AAAAAAAABHM/gQRyxCrtc7g/s1600-h/P1000092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424309627799336018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cE3gS19FI/AAAAAAAABHM/gQRyxCrtc7g/s320/P1000092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tranquil little bay at the Prestons (Stan and Cheryl) hotel. We went to their hotel and swam, ate lunch and went to the beach. This is on the way to the beach and is full of crazy looking crabs and tiny little fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cDSmdqTnI/AAAAAAAABHE/axifUWvOwkQ/s1600-h/P1000093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424307894288535154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cDSmdqTnI/AAAAAAAABHE/axifUWvOwkQ/s320/P1000093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh...the beach!!! Beautiful Hawaiian sun and sand between my toes...I can't believe how much I missed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cB_1e6aUI/AAAAAAAABG0/vr4E_urnqq4/s1600-h/P1000095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424306472391174466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cB_1e6aUI/AAAAAAAABG0/vr4E_urnqq4/s320/P1000095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean...need I say more? This is where I truly feel accepted, at peace, centered. It's so beautiful here with the contrast of so much lava rock and then the blue ocean. Casey and I swam with sea turtles today near the rocks you can see.  We took a few hits on the rocks and got some battle wounds but OH was it worth it.  The surf is high now but makes for an even powerful experience by bringing to life the sounds of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cB_fKYRNI/AAAAAAAABGs/vHK5oj29DXA/s1600-h/P1000099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424306466399470802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cB_fKYRNI/AAAAAAAABGs/vHK5oj29DXA/s320/P1000099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton checking out the ocean and planting each foot carefully in the sand...it made me think about the poem called footsteps.  At one point it got a little too hot so I picked him up to carry him.  How many times have I been carried in my life by those around me?  I am so grateful for this chance to find my center again and connect with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b-Hhpj-fI/AAAAAAAABGk/b-575ni2VLE/s1600-h/P1000096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424302206459574770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b-Hhpj-fI/AAAAAAAABGk/b-575ni2VLE/s320/P1000096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More beach and rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b-HC4pBnI/AAAAAAAABGc/IOPjPDCe4b8/s1600-h/P1000097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424302198201321074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b-HC4pBnI/AAAAAAAABGc/IOPjPDCe4b8/s320/P1000097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little light breeze to whisper the Hawaiian spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b8mHj3sdI/AAAAAAAABGU/nJq8ns_fVik/s1600-h/P1000101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424300533009068498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b8mHj3sdI/AAAAAAAABGU/nJq8ns_fVik/s320/P1000101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Corey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b8lvgQ2LI/AAAAAAAABGM/Z_pql447YW0/s1600-h/P1000100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424300526551488690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b8lvgQ2LI/AAAAAAAABGM/Z_pql447YW0/s320/P1000100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great day of playing outside we went to dinner at Tommy Bahama's grill...SOOOOOOOO good.  Then we came home and dad got attacked my his boys...what a great picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b8k7zONNI/AAAAAAAABGE/IXYjAbH_a8o/s1600-h/P1000106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424300512672363730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b8k7zONNI/AAAAAAAABGE/IXYjAbH_a8o/s320/P1000106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that's the end of Day 1.  I'm so tired but am having a great time!!!!  See ya tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8431854075132854502?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8431854075132854502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8431854075132854502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8431854075132854502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8431854075132854502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/aloha.html' title='ALOHA'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0cIuqa4GGI/AAAAAAAABIM/PB4ae5qcVOM/s72-c/P1000070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-3290149657103550513</id><published>2010-01-08T02:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:23:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sego Lilly Lunch</title><content type='html'>On December 28th my mother and I went to lunch with my aunt and cousins to celebrate my Grandmother Olives birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to remember such an amazing and strong woman. She has always held a very special place in my life…more so now that I’m a woman and all the stories and lessons she used to tell me are laying themselves out before me.  I still feel her presence with me each day and know that I have an angel in my life cheering me on in all I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my Grandmother, my aunt Mary Kay and her girls have always been a support to me.  Stephanie, Kristine and Holly are more like sisters than cousins and I look forward to our lunch and dinner dates.  Kris, Stacey and Casey were missing so our group was small but peaceful, fun…full of laughter, love and MEMORIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephanie and Holly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b3_HInUII/AAAAAAAABF8/2MN9ru2e_Is/s1600-h/P1000069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424295464833339522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b3_HInUII/AAAAAAAABF8/2MN9ru2e_Is/s320/P1000069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, Patrice and Aunt, Mary Kay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b3-RnBV0I/AAAAAAAABF0/qMepkIr9K34/s1600-h/P1000066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424295450465359682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b3-RnBV0I/AAAAAAAABF0/qMepkIr9K34/s320/P1000066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-3290149657103550513?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3290149657103550513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=3290149657103550513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3290149657103550513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3290149657103550513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/sego-lilly-lunch.html' title='Sego Lilly Lunch'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b3_HInUII/AAAAAAAABF8/2MN9ru2e_Is/s72-c/P1000069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-2051540006031916566</id><published>2010-01-08T00:38:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:11:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiDAZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The coming of Christmas and the celebration of a New Year have come and gone and can not with good conscious move forward with all the fun of vacation details and pictures of Hawaii until I tie up all the loose ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve and Christmas Day I was once again left waving at the doorstep as RJ braved the cold weather and separation to spend two lonely nights at work. It's always hard to be away from him on the holidays but he is a dedicated person and a hardworker. The time we did get to spend together was sweet and I loved the memories we created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent Christmas Eve at my moms and enjoyed a GREAT meal (as always) with the sisters and some family friends. I must say that the feeling on Christmas Eve has always been one of peace and acceptance...it's the Moss Hill magic. This year I also got to have Stacey, Drew and Patty Cakes over for movies after we made a quick trip to Rio Tinto to deliver Santa's meal to RJ. Mom decided to stay with Ginger and I, so I also got a Christmas sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Day was spent at my dads with the brothers, sisters, Drew, dad, Amy and Amy's family. I can't say enough how much fun it was to see Ashton and Corey light up with their little Christmas Spirit and laughter. I look forward to many years to come and the joy that the two "utes" bring to the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years was a druken rampage that I don't remember but you can contact the Bennions (aka Mike and Shalyse) to find out the details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you that know me the best will know how true this story is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some picture highlights of the HOLIDAYS from the lens of CHELSEA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424280636959177186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0bqgA_7OeI/AAAAAAAABE0/85rfAt7qqqI/s320/P1000016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, Casey, Joyce and Jeff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0birGfcUXI/AAAAAAAABEs/pL17cMjJCyU/s1600-h/P1000047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424272031319085426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0birGfcUXI/AAAAAAAABEs/pL17cMjJCyU/s400/P1000047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424280657751653538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0bqhOdPPKI/AAAAAAAABFE/QdHhT9Uvv3Y/s320/P1000022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacey and Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424291674165235746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b0idy6UCI/AAAAAAAABFs/LCSRpG4ju68/s320/P1000063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424291666075992786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0b0h_qSQtI/AAAAAAAABFk/FZf_KLX7_iE/s320/P1000033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashton and Corey conquering the slide together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424287590379740850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0bw0wgk3rI/AAAAAAAABFM/vzSmjqFBO14/s320/P1000029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashton...the DUNK king!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424288638572929682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0bxxxVTopI/AAAAAAAABFU/dqwbIzmLpac/s320/P1000034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above...my dad, Chesley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And below...who is this...this hot man in the green shirt...RJ...that's right people, he's MINE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424288647167121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0bxyRWUmUI/AAAAAAAABFc/wGzKt76eA-s/s320/P1000037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-2051540006031916566?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2051540006031916566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=2051540006031916566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2051540006031916566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2051540006031916566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidaze.html' title='holiDAZE'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/S0bqgA_7OeI/AAAAAAAABE0/85rfAt7qqqI/s72-c/P1000016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1349782723534605430</id><published>2009-12-14T12:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:29:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Man Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173484463283154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaPl-KMW9I/AAAAAAAABD8/kkoUtiiCxtA/s400/DSCF3045.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RJ ran his first 10k on the 4th of December. RJ, Patrice and I drove to Moab for the Winter Sun 10k. I thought it would be a little warmer than Bountiful, but it turned out to be a bit colder. He did a great job and has even gotten into the lottery for the half marathon in March. Here are a few pictures. I'm so proud of him!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415172428411071490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaOogDubAI/AAAAAAAABDs/AbQBblWX5Xw/s400/DSCF3040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415172439185771682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaOpIMnTKI/AAAAAAAABD0/uQy737n4AJ8/s400/DSCF3041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173489359000562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaPmQZbE_I/AAAAAAAABEE/NLTAV0Ygy00/s400/DSCF3047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173493585526482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaPmgJGvtI/AAAAAAAABEM/CreSemjIs5w/s400/DSCF3048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415174604176846210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaQnJatbYI/AAAAAAAABEk/nTkXwOwaGSU/s400/Moab+10k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415174601022102610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaQm9qj3FI/AAAAAAAABEc/jdIYlokUjX4/s400/DSCF3058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also able to see my aunt, Diane and uncle, Charlie while we were there.  We had lunch with my cousin Carter as well.  It was great to see them and their beautiful house and talk and laugh about memories and good times with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415172407686045186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaOnS2fngI/AAAAAAAABDU/lRpuQQx0fYE/s400/DSCF3036.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1349782723534605430?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1349782723534605430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1349782723534605430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1349782723534605430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1349782723534605430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-man-part-2.html' title='The Running Man Part 2'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SyaPl-KMW9I/AAAAAAAABD8/kkoUtiiCxtA/s72-c/DSCF3045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6410812751085759545</id><published>2009-11-09T00:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:21:38.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's not JUST my Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SvfBZitfFXI/AAAAAAAABC0/Ay4KdKK72QM/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401998922612675954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SvfBZitfFXI/AAAAAAAABC0/Ay4KdKK72QM/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Dad!  I love you and want you to know what a special person you are to me.  Sometimes it's hard to find all the time to express all my caring and compassion to you but always know it is there and that it flows steadily forever and in all directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been at ease with you...our eyes are the same and I believe our hearts are too.  I see such a willingness to connect within from you and I share in that.  I celebrate all you do professional and socially...but most of all I thank you for bringing me my sisters and my brothers.  I thank you for the long nights you have spent on our behalf and the many more you will experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly beautiful...handsome and caring.  TI AMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always your daughter-&lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6410812751085759545?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6410812751085759545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6410812751085759545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6410812751085759545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6410812751085759545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-not-just-my-dad.html' title='He&apos;s not JUST my Dad'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SvfBZitfFXI/AAAAAAAABC0/Ay4KdKK72QM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7490276355110527639</id><published>2009-10-25T20:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:37:57.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KP-da-Shelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SuUK50qXofI/AAAAAAAABCs/X9zfMbcFKM4/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396731716978582002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SuUK50qXofI/AAAAAAAABCs/X9zfMbcFKM4/s320/kiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you know her as Casey but I know her as KP-da-Shelly. She celebrated her birthday on October 16th and I have been neglectful in blogging about one of the most beautiful women in my life. So, to you KP, I apologize. I write this publicly but to your heart only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case, you truly are an angel. You are absolutely complex and yet so openly loving, caring and giving. People will live a lifetime attempting to get to the core of you and yet experience it at the same time. I hear people talk about the bond that sisters share and the way it weaves together over time. You are like that silk thread that shimmers on the dark days and pulls me into the light again. You are my late night rescue from a bad dream and the early morning escape to watch the sunrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have surfed the waves with you (literally and figuratively). I have rushed down the mountains, only to climb them with you by my side. I know I can always look to my side and see your baby blues there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you...I love you...I love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7490276355110527639?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7490276355110527639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7490276355110527639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7490276355110527639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7490276355110527639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/kp-da-shelly.html' title='KP-da-Shelly'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SuUK50qXofI/AAAAAAAABCs/X9zfMbcFKM4/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7404013761592097957</id><published>2009-10-11T22:41:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:37:34.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391572772355858370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK23uTwX8I/AAAAAAAABAg/rfZNzN-SxjQ/s320/DSCF2995.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RJ ran his first 5k on October 10th. Our nephew Jared ran too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun to see them together and have Jared over to spend time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391572787545909314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK24m5WKEI/AAAAAAAABAw/uooUpvtAAi0/s320/DSCF2997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391572779988356130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK24KvfDCI/AAAAAAAABAo/8yVBL0GjXlc/s320/DSCF2996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391572757400253346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK222mD86I/AAAAAAAABAY/YvNFABiYvF4/s320/DSCF2994.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RJ has been training and working really hard at the gym to get ready. It's such a great accomplishment for him and I am so proud of him. It has really turned into a wonderful outlet for him and I've watched his determination grow. I've always known what strength he has but this became more of a mental victory than anything. He's been a little chatterbox about planning everything just perfect and making the right steps...just like he does in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391572797709352722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK25Mwf_xI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZD2pdDpswZk/s320/DSCF2998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got emotional when I saw him crossing the finish line. We've struggled so much this last year and he has carried US in many ways that I was estatic to see him do something just for himself. He is always taking care of me...worrying about me, my family, his family, his work, friends...it's so nice to see that he is remembering how important he is too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391574654532341250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK4lR9mTgI/AAAAAAAABBg/vmHxxUYHpnw/s320/DSCF3026.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;RJ and Jared's official finish times.  They both did great!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391576788070672738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK6heAxqWI/AAAAAAAABB4/gS_G_UTyY40/s320/DSCF3033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391576795671597874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK6h6U-kzI/AAAAAAAABCA/fHs9AIOTPhc/s320/DSCF3030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relaxing after the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391579524429631570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK9Avvl0FI/AAAAAAAABCI/bM3oVbawy54/s320/DSCF3027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So proud of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391576768877948066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK6gWg37KI/AAAAAAAABBw/zLKBNF7aXeE/s320/DSCF3029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a cold moring but my entire family (except Drew...cause he's a working man : )  ) came to cheer RJ on.  We are so lucky to have their support and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sisters...Stacey and Casey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391579532381105154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK9BNXXrAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/J7lza041-UA/s320/DSCF3000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dad...Chesley, Amy and the brothers...Corey and Ashton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391576762713294658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK6f_jGx0I/AAAAAAAABBo/Nx1gsYHi4ss/s320/DSCF3004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mom...Patrice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391574632511818322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK4j_7fylI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Z5Z2F8cv-v4/s320/DSCF3001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you buddy and really am SOOOOO very proud of you!!! Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7404013761592097957?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7404013761592097957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7404013761592097957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7404013761592097957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7404013761592097957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-man.html' title='The Running Man'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StK23uTwX8I/AAAAAAAABAg/rfZNzN-SxjQ/s72-c/DSCF2995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-2667346162760069651</id><published>2009-10-11T22:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:41:02.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLing in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391567423627935058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StKyAYvpPVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/3Qfp0tNpvhc/s320/DSCF2871.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RJ and I have a tradition each Fall. We take a drive to see all the beautiful colors nature offers up in the changing of the seasons. It's during these times that we have our best talks, our biggest laughs and sometimes just that comfortable silence that life requires to recharge. This year we took a drive to Eden and then through Ogden canyon. We didn't get too many pictures but here are a few. I love to fall in love with the Utah seasons each year and I love falling in love with RJ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391567443023892962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StKyBhAAEeI/AAAAAAAAA_4/5bmaZfg5V-Y/s320/DSCF2867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391568098379147890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StKynqY3qnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/K732N0kRavs/s320/DSCF2863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391567433068996466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StKyA76kZ3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/L74qdeu7dKk/s320/DSCF2869.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-2667346162760069651?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2667346162760069651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=2667346162760069651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2667346162760069651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2667346162760069651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-in-love.html' title='FALLing in love'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/StKyAYvpPVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/3Qfp0tNpvhc/s72-c/DSCF2871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6343693264374990725</id><published>2009-10-09T04:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:46:21.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Corey and Ashton</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to get a quick post out there about the cutest little brothers in the world.  They are turning a year old today and I am so excited.  Corey and Ashton are such little angels in our family.  They have brought us together, made us laugh, made us cry...and many other feelings.  I love you both!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party tonight, so hopefully there will be some great pictures too.  Stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your Big sis-&lt;br /&gt;chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6343693264374990725?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6343693264374990725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6343693264374990725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6343693264374990725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6343693264374990725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-corey-and-ashton.html' title='Happy Birthday Corey and Ashton'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6204735469024184821</id><published>2009-09-08T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:50:40.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Love and A Game!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sqc_n7C3kjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/HcvLqDcG_xQ/s1600-h/drew+and+stacey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379338235014517298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sqc_n7C3kjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/HcvLqDcG_xQ/s320/drew+and+stacey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Anniversary to Stacey and Drew!!!  Three years and still as beautiful and sweet as ever.  I love the unique and original love you display with each other...the respect Drew shows to Stacey...the twinkle in Stacey's eyes when she talks about Drew...the feeling that follows you two around...you are BEAUTIFUL!!!  I love spending time with both of you, thanks for adopting me on the nights RJ works.  TI AMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to diminish the love of two amazing people...but a love for a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, it's officially football season!  Go Utes (and bucs...holding my breath on this one)!! One down with a win in the pocket.  I had a blast at the game with Dad, Amy and Casey and celebrated the kickoff of what will hopefully be a great season.  I guess I should be excited like everyone else for the the Cougars and their big win against Oklahoma ("it's good for the conference") but that only lasted about a half and hour for me...now I'm just seeing RED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the upcoming month.  There should be a lot to "report" on.  Casey's birthday, the twins FIRST birthday, Pops moving the Firm to the new building...maybe something about me in there somewhere...stay tunned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6204735469024184821?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6204735469024184821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6204735469024184821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6204735469024184821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6204735469024184821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-love-and-game.html' title='For Love and A Game!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sqc_n7C3kjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/HcvLqDcG_xQ/s72-c/drew+and+stacey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5998645088185590666</id><published>2009-09-03T01:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:17:39.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trippin' or just TRIPPIN'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;RJ and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary on August 28th. We decided to spend a little time together and take a road trip to Steamboat, Colorado. It is incredibly beautiful there. Sort of a smaller Park City without all the hype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RJ was raised in Vernal during some of his childhood and I had never been there so he decided it would be fun to drive that way and show me all the sights and sounds that make Vernal...well, Vernal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drove all over town and then out to Maeser to find the old house and the tree he used to climb. He was so excited and had many stories to tell me about his friends and trouble he caused...yep, he's not as innocent as he seems!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377124475020256418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9iOIakJKI/AAAAAAAAA88/jmqaLwrjgF0/s320/DSCF2837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We even got to spin our wheels dragging mainstreet Vernal looking for my dads new sign at their Vernal office. Pretty hard to miss and it looks AWESOME!!! I'm really proud of my dad and his accomplishments professionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121917048817122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9f5POpheI/AAAAAAAAA80/xOVA6g581Kw/s320/DSCF2731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9f4feSfcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ePehZNBQsX0/s1600-h/DSCF2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121904229514690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9f4feSfcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ePehZNBQsX0/s320/DSCF2738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Vernal LDS Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9f3zU4DMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/V8HosUUBlgg/s1600-h/DSCF2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121892378873026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9f3zU4DMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/V8HosUUBlgg/s320/DSCF2741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Pinky the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9f3RLUy0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/gNCHafaqhZQ/s1600-h/DSCF2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121883212008258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9f3RLUy0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/gNCHafaqhZQ/s320/DSCF2739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probally my favorite picture EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9fGByQQqI/AAAAAAAAA8U/g8YTaNc8CfM/s1600-h/DSCF2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121037266731682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9fGByQQqI/AAAAAAAAA8U/g8YTaNc8CfM/s320/DSCF2744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No vacation from the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116626010648002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9bFQk2LcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/cYtiWfE8BmY/s320/DSCF2742.JPG" /&gt; Our Balcony view...fun and really pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sunsetting on our way to Strawberry Springs. This is about 20 minutes from downtown Steamboat and was romantic and really beautiful. It's pools of naturally heated water all connected in different temperatures and levels. You can even schedule massages there...in the beauty of the trees and the sound of the rushing water. The best part is that the "kids" are gone after dark...wink wink...call RJ for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116621282763826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9bE-9oZDI/AAAAAAAAA78/nidSX1uqJlg/s320/DSCF2745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116611648017138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9bEbEh0vI/AAAAAAAAA70/570fsudMd-M/s320/DSCF2746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9ZNWLm9MI/AAAAAAAAA7M/LbRqXzmI_HQ/s1600-h/DSCF2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RJ overlooking Fishcreek Falls. It's about 5 minutes from downtown Steamboat and then a just a short hike to a beautiful 200 foot waterfall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115648990814082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9aMY5Kn4I/AAAAAAAAA7k/N2o9LgGEd3U/s320/DSCF2754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377118499711600850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9cyUp9yNI/AAAAAAAAA8M/WW3_umA0TZs/s320/DSCF2763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115639231202402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9aL0iSxGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Yo4Dqqp-tXk/s320/DSCF2757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116604203093746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9bD_VhTvI/AAAAAAAAA7s/BUhsb_ExkUs/s320/DSCF2751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9ZMYwZrZI/AAAAAAAAA68/g77krn-Y9mc/s1600-h/DSCF2773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377114549442424210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9ZMYwZrZI/AAAAAAAAA68/g77krn-Y9mc/s320/DSCF2773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9ZLsY233I/AAAAAAAAA60/omzYcSlBBfg/s1600-h/DSCF2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377114537532514162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9ZLsY233I/AAAAAAAAA60/omzYcSlBBfg/s320/DSCF2765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9ZLH2X8VI/AAAAAAAAA6s/drQyHPBHKaI/s1600-h/DSCF2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377114527724204370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9ZLH2X8VI/AAAAAAAAA6s/drQyHPBHKaI/s320/DSCF2775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mt. Werner, Steamboat...the Gondola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377112681739607330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9XfrBWXSI/AAAAAAAAA6k/a95aNhXDDCk/s320/DSCF2782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9XeqFu1hI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_52yGGjEpQ8/s1600-h/DSCF2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377112664309683730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9XeqFu1hI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_52yGGjEpQ8/s320/DSCF2784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9XeKuNBiI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rXo9_8igbOA/s1600-h/DSCF2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377112655889499682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9XeKuNBiI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rXo9_8igbOA/s320/DSCF2783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the Gondola...CHEESE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9XdHvTIWI/AAAAAAAAA6M/DliQc5wZ5rI/s1600-h/DSCF2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377112637908918626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9XdHvTIWI/AAAAAAAAA6M/DliQc5wZ5rI/s320/DSCF2786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to dinner...bigger CHEESE and don't look down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9Xcl69nnI/AAAAAAAAA6E/6x18z0dtqSQ/s1600-h/DSCF2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377112628831034994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9Xcl69nnI/AAAAAAAAA6E/6x18z0dtqSQ/s320/DSCF2790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner and Sunset from the top of Mt. Werner in Steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377110914194872658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V4yZ2GVI/AAAAAAAAA58/aU-Twtkm4QM/s320/DSCF2797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V4NMiPgI/AAAAAAAAA50/P0n2Tj7lgl8/s1600-h/DSCF2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377110904206933506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V4NMiPgI/AAAAAAAAA50/P0n2Tj7lgl8/s320/DSCF2799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V3jzBKkI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GYpDhodJsL0/s1600-h/DSCF2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377110893094054466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V3jzBKkI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GYpDhodJsL0/s320/DSCF2800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Hazies...2200 feet above Steamboat. We rode the Gondola to the top and had a romantic Anniversary dinner. It's beautiful and you can see the town below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V24YU68I/AAAAAAAAA5k/l6vZeWafqvg/s1600-h/DSCF2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377110881439378370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V24YU68I/AAAAAAAAA5k/l6vZeWafqvg/s320/DSCF2795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V2QmRAzI/AAAAAAAAA5c/XUeo2qiEU0Y/s1600-h/DSCF2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377110870760424242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9V2QmRAzI/AAAAAAAAA5c/XUeo2qiEU0Y/s320/DSCF2801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiking to the Petroglyphs outside of Vernal on our way home and some of them that we could pick out in the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9RsVxp3sI/AAAAAAAAA40/KcWPrxftpDo/s1600-h/DSCF2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377106302305164994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9RsVxp3sI/AAAAAAAAA40/KcWPrxftpDo/s320/DSCF2828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9Rr8cVmfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/5Hj83_vw2wc/s1600-h/DSCF2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377106295504869874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9Rr8cVmfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/5Hj83_vw2wc/s320/DSCF2832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9RrXM2ZsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YnqhxdvRQ6c/s1600-h/DSCF2822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377106285507798722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9RrXM2ZsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YnqhxdvRQ6c/s320/DSCF2822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9Rq8fTnwI/AAAAAAAAA4c/jA2Wi2CdEOg/s1600-h/DSCF2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377106278337453826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9Rq8fTnwI/AAAAAAAAA4c/jA2Wi2CdEOg/s320/DSCF2830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9RqIm397I/AAAAAAAAA4U/ITh31FlQn9M/s1600-h/DSCF2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377106264410552242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9RqIm397I/AAAAAAAAA4U/ITh31FlQn9M/s320/DSCF2833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top of the Flaming Gorge Dam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377105118324328722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9QnbGoCRI/AAAAAAAAA4M/uVLqPYhUF38/s320/DSCF2845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9QmxxGLkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/sAk68meuUxg/s1600-h/DSCF2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377105107228175938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9QmxxGLkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/sAk68meuUxg/s320/DSCF2844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9QmZVoaII/AAAAAAAAA38/CKkoQyaJVwQ/s1600-h/DSCF2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377105100670527618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9QmZVoaII/AAAAAAAAA38/CKkoQyaJVwQ/s320/DSCF2843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Flaming Gorge Dam...crazy stuff! I would NOT want to be downstream of this puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two of us attempting our best tourist shot at the Flaming Gorge Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377102176739435570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9N8M2IpDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/PPzW0zkA4iY/s320/DSCF2851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to see if RJ would crawl into this cave...he did :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377102168989953426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9N7v-g7ZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YqRG7gtuzqk/s320/DSCF2852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cows were just staring us down in a chicken fight. There were cows everywhere at the Gorge. Personally, I was looking for a bear, but the cows are just as cute I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377102158658887186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9N7JfZXhI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Po1asWwE8oQ/s320/DSCF2853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flaming Gorge...fast becoming one of my favorite places!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377102151122024754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9N6tad-TI/AAAAAAAAA3U/f7zn7eKmvic/s320/DSCF2854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9N5wtfrGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/1DGwZV7Atf0/s1600-h/DSCF2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377102134827265122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9N5wtfrGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/1DGwZV7Atf0/s320/DSCF2855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time road trippin' our way through Utah and Colorado. Some of my most favorite memories are the trips that we have, the conversations, singing at the top of lungs and laughing at stupid things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RJ, do you remember the jug n' loaf and the Dale Gribble look alike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you babe! It was a great get away with memorable times. Strawberry Springs forever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smooches...ti amo!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5998645088185590666?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5998645088185590666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5998645088185590666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5998645088185590666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5998645088185590666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-trippin-or-just-trippin.html' title='Road Trippin&apos; or just TRIPPIN&apos;'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/Sp9iOIakJKI/AAAAAAAAA88/jmqaLwrjgF0/s72-c/DSCF2837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4431132323666875375</id><published>2009-08-21T00:49:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:12:56.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Farm Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372313682521829938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/So5K1JyvMjI/AAAAAAAAA08/rS4hxi_sIAA/s320/DSCF2671.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending time in Richfield for Grandma Beth’s funeral, the sisters, RJ, mom, Kristi and I decided to take a little detour on the way home and visit the Farm and Fishlake. It was the perfect day for a ride. It was especially cathartic for me and gave me time to be introspective about all that has happened lately. You see, both of my parents grew up in Richfield so both sides of my family kind of merge together in this little farm town. Sometimes I’m amazed it can hold all my memories within its boundaries. Punchbags, fireworks, swimming all day long, herding the cows, driving the tractor, the dairy, games at the park. It all may seem childish…but that’s just it, that’s where I was a child…just like my parents. It’s something so special and so unique. I will always visit, I will always go there…it’s a part of me just like it’s a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the visits and weeks in Richfield we would always travel to Big Rock Candy Mountain and Fishlake with both parents, cousins and grandparents. We would eat at Bowery Haven in Fishlake were Grandma Beth would order a “cheeseburger without the cheese” and a “coke."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one common thread was always the love and laughter that was felt. Richfield has always been a happy and safe place for me. I will always think of family, togetherness, legacy and love when I go there mentally or physically. My history is there and I know my future is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-4431132323666875375?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4431132323666875375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=4431132323666875375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4431132323666875375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4431132323666875375'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5025070807539721689</id><published>2009-08-10T21:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:29:10.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Sweet Grandma</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe it's been a week since Grandma passed. The air still catches in my throat when I think of it and the tears seem to surface without warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was beautiful. My sisters and Amy worked really hard to put the special touches to it that only Grandma would admire. Dad and Casey both spoke and each brought an incredible depth and individuality to their relationship with Grandma Beth to life again. Friends and family came from all over to honor and pay tribute to a woman, a mother, a wife, a friend, a sister, a grandma...an over all smiling face. There were so many fun stories told about Grandma's early years and her spit fire attitude...I think that runs in the family. There were love stories told of tenderness between her children and husband that I will cherish always. Of coarse, the fond memories I have over the last years with Grandma are still fresh in my mind and heart...it's kinda wierd to go to my dads and not have her there...that was the first thing Stacey, Casey and I would always do...walk over to Grandma's bed in the living room and give her a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be in a happy place and I know that's where she is...it's just the adjusting and the rawness of the wound that needs to heal. Until then I snuggle up with a blanket I made her, close my eyes and go walking with her at the farm or take a quick run up to Fishlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Grandma! You are forever in my soul...ti amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5025070807539721689?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5025070807539721689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5025070807539721689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5025070807539721689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5025070807539721689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-sweet-grandma.html' title='Goodbye Sweet Grandma'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5215960413755380037</id><published>2009-08-10T21:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:41:50.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth Hicken Erickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SoDnbNBFb-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/yDlGbdaNgXY/s1600-h/grandma+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368545210362327010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SoDnbNBFb-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/yDlGbdaNgXY/s320/grandma+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SoDna-pslQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/NfahJcUFvtg/s1600-h/grandma+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368545206506132738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SoDna-pslQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/NfahJcUFvtg/s320/grandma+45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beth Hicken Erickson passed away peacefully on August 3, 2009 in Bountiful, Utah. She was born May 26, 1913 in Raymond, Alberta, Canada to Albert and Ruth Skousen Hicken. They lived on a farm in Alberta and Beth was proud of this heritage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beth was the oldest child in the family and had three brothers die in infancy. She was preceded in death by sisters LaRue and Hazel, and brothers Reed, Mark and Dale; grandson, Stephen Erick Lynes. Beth married Cleve Erickson on August 26, 1937. The marriage was solemnized in the Manti LDS Temple on Sept. 15, 1950. Cleve preceded her in death November 29, 1973. Beth is survived by their three children: Michael C. (Marilynn) of Spanish Fork; Vickie Ruth (Roger) Lynes of Kearns; and Chesley H. (Amy) of Bountiful; 14 grandchildren and 17 great-grandchildren; one brother, Howard (Ethel) Hicken of Raymond, Alberta, Canada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After growing up in Canada, Beth immigrated to Utah with friends and family in the early 1930's where she worked assisting Dr. Frank Lowe in Logan, Utah and eventually Richfield, Utah. Cleve and Beth met shortly thereafter and enjoyed many good times with other couples, dancing at local spots. They settled in Richfield and developed together a family farm at which both worked many long hard hours. In addition, to assisting Cleve on the farm, Beth worked at the Indian dormitory, Parson's Bakery and at the Senior Citizen's Center. After retiring, Beth enjoyed daily lunch at the Senior Center and loved the people who worked and accompanied her there. She was an avid walker and could be seen with friends on her daily adventures throughout Richfield. Beth was an active member of the LDS Church performing temple work and teaching Sunday school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beth was blessed with tremendous neighbors who watched out and cared for her and assisted the family in her later years. She enjoyed traveling with the family and annual excursions to her home town in Canada with her brother, Dale. The highlights of her life were visits from her grandchildren, taking them to the farm, Richfield swimming pool, shopping in town or driving to Fishlake. She was meticulous with her yard and took special care to prune the flowers, mow the lawn and keep everything looking nice. She loved and cared for her dogs and cats that kept her company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family is especially appreciative of the care provided to Beth during the final two and one-half years of her life by Rocky Mountain Hospice, her loving tender, Lindsey Wallace, and granddaughters, Stacey Erickson Greenland, Casey Erickson and Chelsea Erickson Smith. While living with Chesley and Amy in Bountiful, Utah, Amy went above and beyond all earthly care and was an angel in caring for Beth. Funeral services will be held Friday, August 7, 2009 at 12:00 Noon in the Magleby Mortuary (50 S. 100 W), in Richfield, Utah. Friends may call at the mortuary from 10:30-11:30 a.m. Interment will be in the Richfield City Cemetery. Funeral Directors: Magleby Mortuary, Richfield, Salina and Manti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Online guestbook at &lt;a href="http://www.maglebymortuary.com/" target="_new"&gt;http://www.maglebymortuary.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5215960413755380037?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5215960413755380037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5215960413755380037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5215960413755380037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5215960413755380037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/beth-hicken-erickson.html' title='Beth Hicken Erickson'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SoDnbNBFb-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/yDlGbdaNgXY/s72-c/grandma+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6736178574342758024</id><published>2009-05-26T22:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:28:39.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ShzA5gMia2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/k4xBcijeuHw/s1600-h/DSCF2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340355352282164066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ShzA5gMia2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/k4xBcijeuHw/s320/DSCF2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my Grandma! She is 96 years today and is still requesting a "coke" at every meal. What a delight to spend tonight with family and celebrate a healthy and full life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6736178574342758024?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6736178574342758024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6736178574342758024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6736178574342758024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6736178574342758024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ShzA5gMia2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/k4xBcijeuHw/s72-c/DSCF2506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5158151803691422077</id><published>2009-04-29T14:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:18:01.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you...I Love You</title><content type='html'>Thank you…I Love You&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with the most wonderful husband….patience beyond measure, loved above all others! I was in a different place the day of his birthday so today I celebrate him with reasons I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ I love you because…&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up&lt;br /&gt;You are caring&lt;br /&gt;You pass me the ball&lt;br /&gt;You smile at me&lt;br /&gt;You support me&lt;br /&gt;You let me taste your food&lt;br /&gt;You read to me&lt;br /&gt;You let me warm my cold feet on your legs&lt;br /&gt;You believe me&lt;br /&gt;You are trusting&lt;br /&gt;You growl when you eat sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You get scared&lt;br /&gt;You scream like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;You recycle&lt;br /&gt;You make love possible&lt;br /&gt;You call me babydoll&lt;br /&gt;You are spiritual&lt;br /&gt;You love Ginger like she is a daughter&lt;br /&gt;You accept all people&lt;br /&gt;You are the hardest working person I know&lt;br /&gt;You sleep with a pillow over your head&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;You open the door for me&lt;br /&gt;You remember&lt;br /&gt;You still want to slow dance with me in the living room&lt;br /&gt;You throw me the ball&lt;br /&gt;You are delicate with me&lt;br /&gt;You will wrestle with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5158151803691422077?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5158151803691422077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5158151803691422077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5158151803691422077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5158151803691422077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-youi-love-you.html' title='Thank you...I Love You'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8823192158957747065</id><published>2009-04-28T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:58:41.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smithers!!!</title><content type='html'>The Smith family minus three of our guys (Justen, Jared, and Jordan) all got together at The Olive Garden for dinner. It was a night of laughter and funny stories. We celebrated RJ and Jen’s birthdays and the FACT that Wanda is truly bionic. Wanda had hip surgery the very next day and was walking within 3 hours of surgery…c’mon!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for a wonderful family and love them all. Here are some of the fun pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlee and Chelsie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894280613247042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWm_ZWuEI/AAAAAAAAAts/TNgS18pwnq8/s320/DSCF2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Wanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329893633239262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWBTvXpeI/AAAAAAAAAs8/9jZRxgzWGu0/s320/DSCF2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chelsie and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894268953480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWmT9cy4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/CHlB0pCKuo0/s320/DSCF2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlee and Brandee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894267359702610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWmOBdrlI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-RPyevamAfs/s320/DSCF2475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lexi and Alyssa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894273913967234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWmmcH0oI/AAAAAAAAAtk/AApTxSBrts0/s320/DSCF2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wanda, Libby, Me and Charlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329893642979785954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWB4BsPOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/qNaPvDHr_yc/s320/DSCF2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Randy, Jen, and Neil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329893639019263218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWBpRbdPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/pwTJfwTjJjw/s320/DSCF2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;RJ and Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329893624604282274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWAzkoTaI/AAAAAAAAAss/BuR00bM40kw/s320/DSCF2466.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8823192158957747065?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8823192158957747065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8823192158957747065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8823192158957747065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8823192158957747065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/smithers.html' title='Smithers!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SfeWm_ZWuEI/AAAAAAAAAts/TNgS18pwnq8/s72-c/DSCF2492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7486500485269514791</id><published>2009-03-18T01:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:39:32.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCk6cp4khI/AAAAAAAAAro/EEw0yWdHT0k/s1600-h/DSCF2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314428884328419858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCk6cp4khI/AAAAAAAAAro/EEw0yWdHT0k/s320/DSCF2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shopping last November and I ran right into one of my favorite memories. My grandparents had this worm toy that all the cousins and I would ride around on. It was at their house ready and willing each visit. I believe my Aunt has it now and is passing on this great tradtion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after the tears passed, I decided I was going to start that tradition at my house as well. Not only did I beg RJ to let me buy this bright green worm, but it sits in my living room. It's the first thing you see when you come in my home, and yes, I have sat on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love memories!!! I love the way you walk through them and each time your heart reafirms the reason they are there&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314428891349081586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCk62zvXfI/AAAAAAAAArw/z_oGrDrlH_s/s320/DSCF2357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7486500485269514791?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7486500485269514791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7486500485269514791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7486500485269514791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7486500485269514791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/worm.html' title='The Worm'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCk6cp4khI/AAAAAAAAAro/EEw0yWdHT0k/s72-c/DSCF2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7108660835931601857</id><published>2009-03-15T05:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:10:14.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bran and Just</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCnt1Y6s6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/UDoERhW7i4g/s1600-h/DSCF1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314431966164726690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCnt1Y6s6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/UDoERhW7i4g/s320/DSCF1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Anniversary to Brandee and Justen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One year strong!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;love you both and am thankful for your friendship, love and support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314431170529556274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCm_hatdzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0T6qGZ07s4A/s320/DSCF1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314431180941760274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCnAINLFxI/AAAAAAAAAsM/qy4GVDwcGDU/s320/Brandee+%26+RJ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314431189463122018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCnAn80wGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sWiL93BZ5m0/s320/DSCF1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314431195869390946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCnA_0MqGI/AAAAAAAAAsc/M1ozevFpMu8/s320/DSCF1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7108660835931601857?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7108660835931601857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7108660835931601857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7108660835931601857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7108660835931601857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/bran-and-just.html' title='Bran and Just'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/ScCnt1Y6s6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/UDoERhW7i4g/s72-c/DSCF1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4056574256506633457</id><published>2009-02-22T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:19:53.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is On My Side</title><content type='html'>I'm staying up late to sing along to slow songs and miss all of you...whoever you are, wherever you are...xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-4056574256506633457?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4056574256506633457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=4056574256506633457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4056574256506633457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4056574256506633457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-is-on-my-side.html' title='Time Is On My Side'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-9055305888681805723</id><published>2009-02-19T21:57:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:52:42.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here they are...4 months old already!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45yitbvII/AAAAAAAAArg/iuRm_CleRBc/s1600-h/DSCF2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740951562632322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45yitbvII/AAAAAAAAArg/iuRm_CleRBc/s320/DSCF2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45yJRWZuI/AAAAAAAAArY/ICQzS2z7xC4/s1600-h/DSCF2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740944733955810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45yJRWZuI/AAAAAAAAArY/ICQzS2z7xC4/s320/DSCF2390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45yLv5c5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/4CJqZQVD5ws/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740945398952850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45yLv5c5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/4CJqZQVD5ws/s320/DSCF2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashton &amp;amp; Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45x5h1BoI/AAAAAAAAArI/XxWjITMX4_g/s1600-h/DSCF2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740940508104322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45x5h1BoI/AAAAAAAAArI/XxWjITMX4_g/s320/DSCF2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45GGkOGaI/AAAAAAAAArA/551RTwhrlvo/s1600-h/DSCF2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740188093553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45GGkOGaI/AAAAAAAAArA/551RTwhrlvo/s320/DSCF2373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45F6Qd4NI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HFKWLzRaZoM/s1600-h/DSCF2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740184789475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45F6Qd4NI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HFKWLzRaZoM/s320/DSCF2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ashton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45FhWd7eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_4bMPZ4bATM/s1600-h/DSCF2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740178103758306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45FhWd7eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_4bMPZ4bATM/s320/DSCF2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45FTJX4pI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6Sx3Mi_IoMU/s1600-h/DSCF2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304740174290739858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45FTJX4pI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6Sx3Mi_IoMU/s320/DSCF2371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-9055305888681805723?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/9055305888681805723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=9055305888681805723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/9055305888681805723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/9055305888681805723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/brothers.html' title='The Brothers'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ45yitbvII/AAAAAAAAArg/iuRm_CleRBc/s72-c/DSCF2382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5915769456510181622</id><published>2009-02-19T21:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:28:56.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Easy Being Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ44AaHQ-LI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lx5qNvYColo/s1600-h/DSCF2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304738990749972658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ44AaHQ-LI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lx5qNvYColo/s320/DSCF2404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was with my dad the other night and he said the funniest thing to me..."here, take a picture of my bandaid." Now, I don't know much about being a dad...but I think he's a great one and going to be an even better dad to little boys!!! I LOVE THIS PICTURE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5915769456510181622?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5915769456510181622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5915769456510181622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5915769456510181622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5915769456510181622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-aint-easy-being-green.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Easy Being Green'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZ44AaHQ-LI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lx5qNvYColo/s72-c/DSCF2404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-3144271120308639867</id><published>2009-02-17T14:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:08:07.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZsm4XZu6qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/p1CjsfFYq6M/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303875735955368610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZsm4XZu6qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/p1CjsfFYq6M/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't name all the Presidents of the United States...not even in order...I just can't name all of them. Can you name them? In honor of Presidents Day I decided I would post them all, in order on my blog and make it a goal to learn them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/georgewashington/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/johnadams/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. John Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/thomasjefferson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/jamesmadison/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. James Madison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/jamesmonroe/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. James Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/johnquincyadams/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. John Quincy Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/andrewjackson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Andrew Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/martinvanburen/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. Martin Van Buren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/williamhenryharrison/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. William Henry Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/johntyler/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. John Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/jamespolk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. James Knox Polk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/zacharytaylor/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. Zachary Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/millardfillmore/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. Millard Fillmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/franklinpierce/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. Franklin Pierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/jamesbuchanan/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. James Buchanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/abrahamlincoln/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;16. Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/andrewjohnson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. Andrew Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/ulyssessgrant/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18. Ulysses S. Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/rutherfordbhayes/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. Rutherford B. Hayes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/jamesgarfield/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. James Garfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/chesterarthur/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;21. Chester Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/grovercleveland/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;22. Grover Cleveland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/benjaminharrison/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;23. Benjamin Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/grovercleveland/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;24. Grover Cleveland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/williammckinley/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;25. William McKinley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/theodoreroosevelt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;26. Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/williamhowardtaft/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;27. William Howard Taft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/woodrowwilson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;28. Woodrow Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/warrenharding/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;29. Warren Harding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/calvincoolidge/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;30. Calvin Coolidge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/herberthoover/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;31. Herbert Hoover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/franklindroosevelt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;32. Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/harrystruman/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;33. Harry S Truman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/dwightdeisenhower/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;34. Dwight D. Eisenhower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/johnfkennedy/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;35. John F. Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/lyndonjohnson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;36. Lyndon Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/richardnixon/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;37. Richard Nixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/geraldford/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;38. Gerald Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/jimmycarter/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;39. James Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/ronaldreagan/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;40. Ronald Reagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/georgehwbush/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;41. George H. W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/williamjclinton/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;42. William J. Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/georgewbush/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;43. George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/administration/president_obama/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;44. Barack H. Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-3144271120308639867?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3144271120308639867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=3144271120308639867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3144271120308639867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3144271120308639867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-president.html' title='My President'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SZsm4XZu6qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/p1CjsfFYq6M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7301314509505710649</id><published>2009-02-08T00:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:36:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Got A Way-Billy Joel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SY6LLmM2TBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/jYTVMNE4oPM/s1600-h/ipod_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300326842810911762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SY6LLmM2TBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/jYTVMNE4oPM/s400/ipod_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 1. How would you describe yourself&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should just sleep on it-Tim McGraw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. What do you look for in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Paperback writer-the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Stop-Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. What is your lifes purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Only a Memory-Yanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;White Ladder-David Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;My Kind of Town-Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Run Through the Jungle-Credence Clearwater Revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. What do you think of most often?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you-Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. What describes your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Like a Star-Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Doll-Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t Care-Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Forever My Lady-Jodeci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. What do you think of when you see your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Make a Memory-Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. What song will be played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the World to Change-John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Sing For the Moment-Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;End Credits (from the Prince of Tides)-Barbara Streisand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Damn Girl-Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;As Tears go by-Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. This song is the title to your note/post:&lt;br /&gt;She’s got a way-Billy Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7301314509505710649?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7301314509505710649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7301314509505710649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7301314509505710649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7301314509505710649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-got-way-billy-joel.html' title='She&apos;s Got A Way-Billy Joel'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SY6LLmM2TBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/jYTVMNE4oPM/s72-c/ipod_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8577760884621920054</id><published>2009-02-07T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:44:29.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/blue%20butterfly" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blue butterfly Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj153/hawkfan50/34.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for my family and friends tonight. I know that I am fortunate to be surrounded by giants of faith, pillars of light and the genius of love. I believe I have a unique understanding of my world and the people around me. I am thankful for these gifts and acknowledge that I am only given what my Heavenly Father feels to give. Be that what it may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought tonight and most likely thinking of you, my friend!!! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8577760884621920054?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8577760884621920054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8577760884621920054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8577760884621920054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8577760884621920054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-overwhelming-sense-of-love-and.html' title='Lost In Thought'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4532897509454985685</id><published>2009-01-21T20:55:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:20:51.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G I N G E R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SYNPhlBCZKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VbRqD1aXdiM/s1600-h/DSCF2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297165025008575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SYNPhlBCZKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VbRqD1aXdiM/s320/DSCF2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously CAN NOT believe I haven't posted this before. RJ and I have a dog named Ginger. We adopted her from a friend of ours when she was a puppy. She is THE most amazing little thing. She started out 50% German Shepherd, 50% Husky...aka ALL dog. Then she slowly morphed into 20% German Shepherd, 20% Husky, 20% DIVA, 40%Human. Now she's just a really hairy teenager that talks a lot...seriously she will talk to you...and basically knows more about me then any other person, place or thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297165796664706594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SYNQOfqMhiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Zv9Hu7Og1ms/s320/DSCF0319+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my tribute to Ginger, gigi girl, G-String, G-ja, gigga boom, G-Money, G-unit, G...pick your name is that what I get to learn in life I get to learn from Ginger! Here is part of the list so far. Feel free to add...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unconditional love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acceptance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen...intently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep a constant vigil (two words for those of you that know her...window and tower)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lick your own wounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snuggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spread the love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes you run but mostly saunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherrish the treats of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;catch snoflakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sing with the music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confront the challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone is always there to assist you...just look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tolerance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kisses with morning breath aren't THAT bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let your parents dance with you (yes, this is true)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be a pillow for a tired head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just go with the names you get called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get your beauty rest...all day...every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blow bubbles in your water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;food is just food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sit under the Christmas Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chasing your tail (the past) will just make you dizzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always take your wallet (dog tag) with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shake it...you know you've got it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-4532897509454985685?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4532897509454985685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=4532897509454985685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4532897509454985685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4532897509454985685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/01/g-i-n-g-e-r.html' title='G I N G E R'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SYNPhlBCZKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VbRqD1aXdiM/s72-c/DSCF2027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1774971871525488428</id><published>2009-01-11T00:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:08:59.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>How many times have I told myself that I was going to sit down and update my blog...hmmm, keep counting!  I'm under construction, so I thought I'd leave a quick note just to let you all know that I'm alive and workin' on it.  At least I left some new music : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got dreams to remember!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya in 09!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chels-amia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1774971871525488428?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1774971871525488428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1774971871525488428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1774971871525488428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1774971871525488428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2009/01/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7481887313571632335</id><published>2008-11-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:16:07.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know him as Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266917594620416610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfZpaCa0mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/S7Z6hqnHXcg/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced many rare moments in my life but am now witnessing the most precious of gifts...the making of my father.  Never in a million years would I have guessed I would have this opportunity, however, never in a trillion years would I give this away!!!  What a beautiful window to look into...to open my eyes and see my father loving my brothers, his new baby sons and becoming a daddy all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up knowing my dad was the only person that could teach me how to enjoy music (the right music), throw a football, build a sandcastle, strum a guitar or play a perfect game of 21.  I also know now that I learned how to show compassion, smile, LAUGH, feel and treat people fairly from observing his kindness and consistancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is THE funniest person I know!  I have never laughed like I do when I am with him.  He is in so many ways my friend, confidant, hero and my dear, dear love.  A bond between a father and daughter is unbreakable, irreplaceable and eternal.  I don't go a day without feeling his love and this year, especially, I owe my life to him.  He has given to me so many gifts but none as precious as his thoughts, feelings, friendship and a shoulder to cry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I love you more than these words can say!  I celebrate you and share you with the world each and every moment I get...but today I hold you on the pedestal high above all others and say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!  Ti Amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfarTTF7kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/RUfBejRqanM/s1600-h/My+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266918726682668610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfarTTF7kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/RUfBejRqanM/s320/My+Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfarQl6HsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/C_JI0x2x-B8/s1600-h/big+ute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266918725956280002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfarQl6HsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/C_JI0x2x-B8/s320/big+ute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266917588684199042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfZpD7HVII/AAAAAAAAAUA/dTBjwW1r2zk/s320/Dad-Yuk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfWMyf5ztI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SZ3giAd8NX4/s1600-h/DSCF1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfWMUnRJ2I/AAAAAAAAATw/PD6rKbL7HRE/s1600-h/scan0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7481887313571632335?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7481887313571632335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7481887313571632335' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7481887313571632335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7481887313571632335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-him-as-daddy.html' title='I know him as Daddy'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SRfZpaCa0mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/S7Z6hqnHXcg/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5551601805358540260</id><published>2008-10-25T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:54:57.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Tykes</title><content type='html'>All the new music is inspired by the little tykes!  Aston and Corey seem to be growing by the minute and are so sweet and snuggly.  Like my dad has said, "they are in high demand" so I don't see them as much as I'd like...but I love them more and more each day.  They are the most handsome and beautiful little boys.  So good to their sisters!!!  Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5551601805358540260?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5551601805358540260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5551601805358540260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5551601805358540260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5551601805358540260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-tykes.html' title='The Little Tykes'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5140384232690558224</id><published>2008-10-16T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:12:17.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock STAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257982029748488962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SPgazE6LywI/AAAAAAAAASw/fuaUQJ52eQ8/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday KP da Shelly!!!  Casey, Casey, Casey (shaking my head) what can I say?  Even though I am the younger sister I have watched you go from sweet and innocent to complete ROCK STAR (still sweet...)!!!  You are one of the people that keep my life entertaining, always movin' along and completely FUNNY!!!  I love you.  I love your sense of humor and all the ways you bring that out in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very powerful woman, love.  You give so much to those in your life and bring such joy to the world!  You are always inventing new ways to assist others with your forward thinking and creativity.  I love your authenticity and the vulnerable way you open yourself to me as your sister.  I cherish our talks and consider you my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions catch me off guard at times when I allow the complete love I feel for you and Stacey to consume my soul.  Thank you for sharing your love with me.  Thank you for teaching me.  You are beautiful and shining in this great life you live.  I know I will always be able look to my side to see you standing there offering your advice and support as only a big sister can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SPgbUmUb9_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/CT0P0P8nRFQ/s1600-h/DSCF1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257982605652654066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SPgbUmUb9_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/CT0P0P8nRFQ/s320/DSCF1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5140384232690558224?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5140384232690558224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5140384232690558224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5140384232690558224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5140384232690558224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/10/rock-star.html' title='Rock STAR!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SPgazE6LywI/AAAAAAAAASw/fuaUQJ52eQ8/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-3253155631660839804</id><published>2008-10-09T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:21:33.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>My baby brothers were born today...10.9.08!!!  They are beautiful...BEAUTIFUL.  I was caught up in the moment so pictures will be coming shortly but I get to announce it to the world...I AM A BIG SISTER!!!!  Life is amazing!  God is all knowing and loving!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-3253155631660839804?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3253155631660839804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=3253155631660839804' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3253155631660839804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3253155631660839804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-3155263319598998987</id><published>2008-09-20T23:52:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:42:35.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248350723972621042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXjLS8NYvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TIR4CMh3vWk/s320/DSCF2109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;RJ and I went to the Zoo on our anniversary. It was so much fun! We were like two little kids! One of the most fun anniversary ideas EVER…thanks RJ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248350714653935826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXjKwOdiNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fl8TJoC3QsE/s320/DSCF2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Penguins really inspired RJ to get in tune with his inner self. I begged him to let me buy this penguin hat...NEG...cute picture though. He got a little "Hogle Zoo" hat instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248359789934115250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXrbAR3ebI/AAAAAAAAASA/kiffO13UEdA/s320/DSCF2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept telling him that this wasn't a real lion but did give him an animal cookie for risking life and limb for this picture. Those teeth are pretty sharp and what if the water turned on...that could take your eye out!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248350723114341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXjLPvlFNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/eWFcWzGfqGU/s320/DSCF2088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we walked in the gates the first thing we saw was the Train...we both turned to each other and said "let's ride the train." It was hillarious!!! This train is made for little people...like little kids...we were scrunched next to each other and lovin every minute of it. I couln't have been happier!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248353142743790770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXlYFkMdLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Pru1isyaiEM/s320/DSCF2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This elephant is too awesome! It was showing all these tricks and playing...yes, that's right...SOCCER!!! At first I felt bad that they had to put on a show for us...but then I was ready to throw money!!! So talented and I love elephants anyway because they mate for life...like me!!! (this is the ONLY time you are allowed to think of me in elephant terms :) )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248353133451587778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXlXi8wsMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/pmj9Ek0TURA/s320/DSCF2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248353138876217714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXlX3KF-XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-EbSS6zdczg/s320/DSCF2076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My absolute favorite...the carosel!!! This was my favorite "ride" as a child. I even believe my parents would put me on this and tell the ticket taker to let me go around for an hour or two...I would have been completly content!!! RJ stood close just to make sure I didn't fall off...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248353129345945858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXlXTp5kQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L3uM1KbHtp4/s320/DSCF2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are some of the other animals. Seriously, this was a FUN day!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248356482433127058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXoae4LkpI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZUbZ9NBXz6g/s320/DSCF2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248356476466822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXoaIps_WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JBiCtSXPtNA/s320/DSCF2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248356483720577362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXoajrIgVI/AAAAAAAAARI/z4Gk0Yv5ONo/s320/DSCF2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248356489807837330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXoa6WcuJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2q5sUsJ7UcI/s320/DSCF2089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RJ's magestic pose with a Rhino statue...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248358652867478498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXqY0YDg-I/AAAAAAAAARw/uXN3e7gPWqo/s320/DSCF2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally found a statue of "Thunder Cat" from He-Man..."I have the POWER!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248358648469038530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXqYj_YpcI/AAAAAAAAARo/zA4Dq59pjDs/s320/DSCF2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a great time! We are goof balls and this was the perfect place for us to celebrate that! I had such a good time and we were laughing the entire time.  I just felt like sharing our dorky moments and knew you would enjoy this as much as we did!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248358657305285554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXqZE6HE7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/_ab7mSb_K8w/s320/DSCF2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-3155263319598998987?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3155263319598998987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=3155263319598998987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3155263319598998987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3155263319598998987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/09/animal-cookies.html' title='Animal Cookies'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SNXjLS8NYvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TIR4CMh3vWk/s72-c/DSCF2109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5827236943675965730</id><published>2008-09-15T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:41:09.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you MUCH</title><content type='html'>From the moment I joined my family I have been a sister but I have always been the little sister, the one everyone attempts to protect from the lessons in life, the one that will always be symbolically hoisted above the flooding waters and kept dry (or so you “think”).  How wonderful is this feeling?  How great is it to delight in the core defininition of words like family, love, compassion and sisterhood?  IT IS ASTOUNDING!!!  IT IS BREATHTAKING!!!  IT IS TRULY BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family beyond measure!  My sisters and I, as separate and unique as we are, share the same heartbeat and the same devotion to each other.  I live in a space of gratitude and appreciation for this gift but believe it or not…I now face the most humbling and divine experience of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SM6P0YtyqvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BCCOcj2lufo/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SM6P0YtyqvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BCCOcj2lufo/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246288746083691250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SM6P0mDESNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/H56McAOgBsU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SM6P0mDESNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/H56McAOgBsU/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246288749662587090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brothers, bless their sweet souls, have NO IDEA what they are getting into…unless they do!!!  They are entering a family that is mostly crazy but completely unique!!!  They are completing a family that is rare in its compassion and way too close with its disclosure.  My dad can confirm this…three very loud and open daughters will teach you this quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It humors me to feel that it’s taken me this long to figure it out.  I have “titles” that are offered by the levels of life that open themselves to me.  I have accomplishments and I have successes that could carry me all my days but I have yet to fully experience the one that has impacted my life so intimately…that of sister…big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has allowed me the chance to let this change permeate the layers of my life and I am EXCITED!!!  I know I really have no idea what to expect or how to really feel.  However, I do feel love and a tangible connection with these spirits that I know are “old souls.”  I know what they have already taught me and I marvel at the possibilities of what they will continue to unveil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will absolutely lay my life down for them.  I know I will be the best example I can be to them.  I know I will be the crazy, wacked out sister that only I can be for them.  With a little help from the other “sisters,” and by this I do NOT mean nuns, these little boys are going to be the most spoiled, most carried, most sporty and most LOVED little brothers in the world.  So to my dad and Amy I say…“Now therefore fear ye not: I will nourish you, and your little ones (Gen 50:21).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you MUCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5827236943675965730?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5827236943675965730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5827236943675965730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5827236943675965730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5827236943675965730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-you-much.html' title='Love you MUCH'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SM6P0YtyqvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BCCOcj2lufo/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7598189505919458406</id><published>2008-09-12T01:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:08:05.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only The Beginning</title><content type='html'>RJ and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary on August 28th.  I can happily and honestly say, this is only the beginning.  We have grown up together in so many ways and it's hard at times for me to tell where we are two in the fabric of one.  My life memories are scattered with the laughter, the smile and the love of the most amazing person.  If you are fortunate enough to know RJ, you know these qualities.  His laugh is infectious.  His smile is unforgettable and his love is perfect!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ and I have been through lessons that have challenged us, brought us closer together than most people would ever "hope" to be and yet today I feel closer to him that I did yesterday.  I have known RJ for over half my life.  I have had daily contact (for the most part) with him for the last 16 years and I ache and desire to be near him, to learn of him, to feel him and to continue to know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my blessing to be "married to my best friend!"  I have the opportunity to stay up all night and giggle about the most obsurd situations with him...to hold his hand through tragedy...to see him succeed with honor...to hold him close when we dance...and to begin our life together.  I am grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ, I am in love with you!  Ti Amo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7598189505919458406?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7598189505919458406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7598189505919458406' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7598189505919458406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7598189505919458406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-beginning.html' title='Only The Beginning'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7086098819667421772</id><published>2008-08-21T20:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:34:22.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SK4kfWYCFjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/To_KSx1vkdw/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SK4kfWYCFjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/To_KSx1vkdw/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237163537679390258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many angels in my life but none as sweet as my sisters!  Today is Stacey's birthday and this post is only for you Pengy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!  I honestly know where I am with you...in absolute heavenly bliss!  You are so beautiful.  I have many special memories with you and have glimpsed the paths of divinity in your eyes.  Those mermaid eyes that change with the tides of the world.  You have a great strength Stace!!!  You have a piece of my heart that I willingly give to you and trust in your safe keeping.  You are the protective big sister...always carfully clearing the space beneath my next step.  What you should know is that I gratefully kneel to assist you in yours.  You have wings to soar above all others in life and the knowing to compassionately lift them higher than they ever thought possible.  I will forever sing your praises love!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7086098819667421772?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7086098819667421772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7086098819667421772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7086098819667421772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7086098819667421772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-love.html' title='With love!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SK4kfWYCFjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/To_KSx1vkdw/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4248638243518271041</id><published>2008-08-19T20:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:08:17.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy and All She Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SK4fbHrsvfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/62C9V4wxfkg/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SK4fbHrsvfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/62C9V4wxfkg/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237157967457730034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy, thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for accepting our family with arms open&lt;br /&gt;for joining our family with authenticity&lt;br /&gt;for loving my father&lt;br /&gt;for loving my sisters&lt;br /&gt;for creating my baby brothers&lt;br /&gt;for your beauty&lt;br /&gt;for being my friend&lt;br /&gt;for loving and caring for my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;for loving the cows at the farm :)&lt;br /&gt;for showing me the color in life&lt;br /&gt;for the talks in the pool&lt;br /&gt;for including me&lt;br /&gt;for your service to the WORLD&lt;br /&gt;for cleaning all my dishes when I moved&lt;br /&gt;for all your thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!!  Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-4248638243518271041?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4248638243518271041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=4248638243518271041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4248638243518271041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4248638243518271041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/08/amy-and-all-she-is.html' title='Amy and All She Is'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SK4fbHrsvfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/62C9V4wxfkg/s72-c/IMG_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-2710663846862105058</id><published>2008-08-12T22:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:00:49.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi...it's been a while</title><content type='html'>I'm having the best time listening to myself lately.  I know...it does sound a little crazy and maybe just a little bit selfish, but it is SOOOO interesting!!!!  I feel like i'm discovering a new depth of the ocean where light hasn't ever been introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always described my mind and thoughts as "corners"..."the corners of my mind"...but i'm finally learning that my feelings, actually, are endless.  I don't experience the SAME emotion...it's new each time.  Experiences are never the same and I can never remind myself of places i've been and expect my footsteps to be placed in the same sand.  I am learning to love life, to love the refreshing breeze that pushes the water up and over my pathway to create a new canvas.  I am finally taking my time in building my sand castle and celebrating in the security that they don't get destroyed or washed away...they blend back into the universe and become an integral part of my new creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's all a little wordy and those of you who know me best will get that this is just who I AM!!!  Some say it's my mind working overtime or that I'm always thinking.  I'm just going to start introducing myself...to MYSELF...so, "Hi!"  I will continue to love each and every minute I am given and please know that I will always continue to love YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-2710663846862105058?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2710663846862105058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=2710663846862105058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2710663846862105058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2710663846862105058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiits-been-while.html' title='Hi...it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6634038479843344746</id><published>2008-08-06T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:35:31.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Peace Day Utah</title><content type='html'>Check out this website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.me.com/dmvest/TALA/Honor_Peace_Day.html"&gt;http://web.me.com/dmvest/TALA/Honor_Peace_Day.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALA International creates Honor Peace Day©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honor Peace Coalition – Community Leaders (registration required)&lt;br /&gt;1:00 - 6:00 PM Session includes dinner – Hosted by West Valley City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION&lt;br /&gt;•Current Reality - What to expect if we don’t come together.&lt;br /&gt;•Community resources – What is working? What is not working?&lt;br /&gt;•Authentic Leadership – Leaders in today’s reality – How to Mobilize Communities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION&lt;br /&gt;•Community Outreach Programs&lt;br /&gt;•Round Table Discussion&lt;br /&gt;•Small Group Creative Brainstorm Sessions – How to move forward&lt;br /&gt;•Commitment to action moving forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Community Celebration: 7:00 – 9:00 PM (no registration required)&lt;br /&gt;•All members of the community invited including:&lt;br /&gt;-All who take a stand against youth &amp;amp; gang violence&lt;br /&gt;-All who want safe neighborhoods&lt;br /&gt;-All who commit to ending the cycle of violence&lt;br /&gt;•Cultural Celebrations &amp;amp; Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;•Candlelight Vigil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When:&lt;br /&gt;August 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Honor Peace Coalition Session – 1:00 to 6:00 PM; Registration at NOON&lt;br /&gt;Community Celebration – 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where:&lt;br /&gt;Utah Cultural Celebration Center&lt;br /&gt;1355 West 3100 South&lt;br /&gt;West Valley, City 84119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information contact:&lt;br /&gt;Juanita Corum: 206-250-7238 or 801-944-3425&lt;br /&gt;Clark Cutler: 801-580-3635&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Partners:&lt;br /&gt;The Authentic Leadership Alliance International, Celerity, AnnaGhela Consulting, West Valley City – Police Department, Neighborhood Service Center, West Valley Cultural Celebration Center, Cutler Consulting, Jensen Consulting, Latino Community Center – Information &amp;amp; Education, Relevant Communications Consulting, TW Sipe Consulting, Project 180, The Jay Williams Group – New York City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6634038479843344746?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6634038479843344746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6634038479843344746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6634038479843344746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6634038479843344746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/08/honor-peace-day-utah.html' title='Honor Peace Day Utah'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1158650272913651902</id><published>2008-07-30T19:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:36:17.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I copied this from my friends blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please post a memory you have about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1158650272913651902?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1158650272913651902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1158650272913651902' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1158650272913651902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1158650272913651902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7760965923730581026</id><published>2008-07-23T12:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:23:04.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taurus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SId97hW6DBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lad0FYGTb9g/s1600-h/thTaurus.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226284354106952722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SId97hW6DBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lad0FYGTb9g/s400/thTaurus.gif" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Homemade Zodiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I took out all the "you are" statements and replaced them with "I am" statements)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psychicguild.com/reports_compatibility.php#28" target="_blank" type="image/gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a bull, I am calm and gentle when everything is going good, however when provoked, I can easily become angry, and even difficult to please. Generally I like to take it easy and take my time. I am very patient. I am constructive, but not original. I follow the paths that others have made. I like things that are reliable and safe. I am stubborn. My sensitivity gives me the desire to comfort and ease others. My self-reliance and persistence gives me the ability to patiently wait for my goals to come together. I am possessive, affectionate, and sensual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a pet and nature lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am hard working. I am my own person--very independent. I am intelligent and friendly, but I do have a strong streak of selfishness and cunning. I am mentally alert and good with words. I have no qualms with running in the opposite direction if I consider my role 'unimportant'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have great compassion and I seek to be of service to others. I have concern for the weak and the downtrodden. I am a healer and love to assist others. I am capable of giving comfort to those in need, and I frequently offer a shoulder for others to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My task in life is to develop the tools necessary to truly assist others, rather than to simply be a sympathetic ear. I find the balance between help and interference. In the same way, I learn the delicate art of the counselor who knows when to leave the struggle to others and when to avoid taking away the necessary experiences and lessons of life. I am naturally balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tend to take responsibility, I often fill the void left by others, and I do not turn away from personal sacrifice. At times, I feel overburdened by the travails of others. However, the love others bestow upon me is my well-deserved reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I maintain harmony within my family or group balancing and fusing divergent forces. I seek a stable marriage and I will be a wonderful parent, offering warmth, protection and understanding to children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am are generous, kind and attractive. I am often admired, even adored, which baffles me. I am humble, and carry DEEP gratitude. I move well and gracefully, but I will have to work hard to stay in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7760965923730581026?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7760965923730581026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7760965923730581026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7760965923730581026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7760965923730581026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/taurus.html' title='Taurus'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SId97hW6DBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lad0FYGTb9g/s72-c/thTaurus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8888632069516350051</id><published>2008-07-22T00:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:45:44.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander Supertramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christopher Johnson McCandless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SIV96QSieAI/AAAAAAAAANc/y6Sirkuo7ew/s1600-h/Chris_McCandless.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225721382391937026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SIV96QSieAI/AAAAAAAAANc/y6Sirkuo7ew/s320/Chris_McCandless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched the movie, "Into The Wild" yesterday. WOW...WOW...WOW!!! I've got to be honest, I'm letting this movie mess with me a little. Is it human nature or spiritual nature to believe in such freedom? Is it truth or terror to be the one and only for yourself? Does happiness only exist in being shared (as it is portrayed in the movie)? How much does the HUMAN body actually hinder the spirit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's hard to not be envious of such ambition and genuine creation. I know many times in myself (and others) freedom seems to be a way of running away from what/who we are or are becoming. I get that...but I also get the newness and adventure of it! How refreshing that must have felt at times. You can look a million directions and find opinions about this storty. I will tell you mine. This man's life is authentic and raises questions and fire within my own being. This one will be a hard one for me to forget!!!! God bless you and keep you Christopher!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8888632069516350051?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8888632069516350051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8888632069516350051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8888632069516350051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8888632069516350051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/alexander-supertramp.html' title='Alexander Supertramp'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SIV96QSieAI/AAAAAAAAANc/y6Sirkuo7ew/s72-c/Chris_McCandless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-8410234546814381287</id><published>2008-07-20T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:17:01.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P to the A to the Tee RICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILCaog_G8I/AAAAAAAAALo/0kksm_LBcsw/s1600-h/patrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224952280511355842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILCaog_G8I/AAAAAAAAALo/0kksm_LBcsw/s400/patrice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday patty cakes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; am stunned by your beauty, amazed by your kindness and I continue to marvel at the compassion and love you freely give! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A life touched by your heart is saved, honored and gently soothed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I absolutely adore you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My soul is forever changed by the print of your tenderness as I clutch to the support you so willingly breathe upon me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are familiar and comfortable and will always be the one I call home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are beautiful and courageous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am eternally your baby, your friend and your number one fan!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is my favorite picture of my mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224963146268777586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMTGnbnHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pI-QH6xC2GI/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is cuttie pants in Jamaica...whistle whistle!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224962895323966610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMEfxhrJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bLFc26xn57s/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls, my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224962888497747394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMEGWB1cI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-qIjfm_cXkw/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wierd, but I remember this robe! Silky soft...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224963149573196114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMTS7RCVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uVsdABe4b5c/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Mount Vernon on our Mommy Daughter Vacation...best trip EVER!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224962877487058370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMDdU4DcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nkTAVV5-udE/s320/DSCF0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;- Daddy's little girl -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224962885457252322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMD7BHj-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/BgN0hII2pME/s320/DSCF1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vintage Hawaii&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224963144553289138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMTAObVbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/cIfYQG34SoM/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want your extra time and your . . . . . kiss&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224962873192299362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILMDNU7O2I/AAAAAAAAALw/yEhKo2CVD58/s320/DSCF0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Casey, Great Grandma Ogden (I know, she IS SO CUTE), Mom, Me, Stacey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966582275335426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILPbGvO5QI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PBYp2rdW_0o/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-8410234546814381287?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8410234546814381287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=8410234546814381287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8410234546814381287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/8410234546814381287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/p-to-a-to-tee-rice.html' title='P to the A to the Tee RICE'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILCaog_G8I/AAAAAAAAALo/0kksm_LBcsw/s72-c/patrice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-172501364169907795</id><published>2008-07-19T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:57:59.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burning Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILS59V1awI/AAAAAAAAANA/LWdzcVWFzKM/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970410863717122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILS59V1awI/AAAAAAAAANA/LWdzcVWFzKM/s320/question-mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to the 2008 edition of getting to know your Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 8:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? It's been a while...probably something like Back to the Future&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? hahaha...Rescue Me&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? If I make time for it...a protein shake&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? Pat RICE&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike? BEANS&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite song at the moment? "Soulmate" by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? Jeep&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? chicken salad&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise? dominance&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? t shirt&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? ITALY&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite brand of clothing? anything that fits&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you retire to? Cruise Ships&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? This year...hit Wendover with my pops!!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Most memorable time? recently...my impact training&lt;br /&gt;18. Furthest place you are sending this? Virginia (what up sweets?)&lt;br /&gt;19. Person you expect to send it back first? anyone that wants ONE MILLION dollars&lt;br /&gt;20. Who are you Missing? RJ-a-doo and Gigi&lt;br /&gt;21. When is your birthday? May 2&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you a morning person or a night person? night person transitioning to a morning person&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your shoe size? ten&lt;br /&gt;24. Pets? Yep! Do you really know me???? C'MON&lt;br /&gt;25. Any exciting news you would like to share with us? I am a compassionate, healing, acception, powerful woman of light!!!&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little? A Teacher or a Nurse&lt;br /&gt;27. How are you today? FAB&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite flower? Gerber Daisies&lt;br /&gt;30. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? The day the Yankees are born&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your full name? Chelsea Jello Tree Rump Roast Oatzie Chelky Babydoll PatRICE Erickson Smith&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you listening to right now? michael buble&lt;br /&gt;34. What was the last thing you ate? salad&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you wish on stars? you bet cha&lt;br /&gt;36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;37. How is the weather right now? Beautifully HOT&lt;br /&gt;38. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Teresa&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite soft drink? coke&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite restaurant? Benihanna&lt;br /&gt;41. Hair color? Brown&lt;br /&gt;42. What was your favorite toy as a child? my baby monsters&lt;br /&gt;43. Summer or winter? BOTH&lt;br /&gt;45. Chocolate or Vanilla? Umm...is gummy bear a flavor?&lt;br /&gt;46. Coffee or tea? tea&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you want your friends to email you back? Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;48. When was the last time you cried? today&lt;br /&gt;49. What is under your bed? probably Ginger's toy pig&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT did you do last night? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;51. What are you afraid of? not being accepted&lt;br /&gt;52. Salty or sweet? Sweet&lt;br /&gt;53. How many keys on your key ring? 4&lt;br /&gt;54. How many years at your current job? 3 months&lt;br /&gt;55. Favorite day of the week? Today&lt;br /&gt;56. How many towns have you lived in? 2&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you make friends easily? no, but I pretend too&lt;br /&gt;58. How many people will you send this to? everyone and anyone&lt;br /&gt;59. How many will respond? 2.8 people&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? Yes!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-172501364169907795?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/172501364169907795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=172501364169907795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/172501364169907795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/172501364169907795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-to-know-you-getting-to-know-all.html' title='The Burning Question'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SILS59V1awI/AAAAAAAAANA/LWdzcVWFzKM/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-2654194683504851227</id><published>2008-07-10T02:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:14:04.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Dad In The Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHxVN0Peq4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/j3tEZFPJ_Us/s1600-h/DSCF1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223143363693161346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHxVN0Peq4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/j3tEZFPJ_Us/s320/DSCF1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am willing to argue one fact with anyone...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE THE COOLEST DAD IN THE UNIVERSE&lt;/span&gt;!!! Some of my earliest memories with my dad are of him playing his guitar and singing my sisters and I to sleep at night. I'm not talking about a soothing, calming lullaby either. I mean The Doors, The Beatles, The Who, Simon and Garfunkel, Led Zepplin, Neil Young, Crosby Stills and Nash...you know the basic life blood of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember going to the 49th street galleria and recording "Proud Mary" in their sound booth with my sisters and my dad on a weekend outing. I remember practicing the words to "Where Have All The Flowers Gone," with my sisters so we could perform a concert for my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can also sing every song on the "Cats" broadway soundtrack and I always listen to Tom Petty's Full Moon Fever album each time I take a nature drive to the Hunstville Monastery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my "little daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On July 4th my dad and his band, The Revised Edition, played at the Cottonwood Club. These are a few of the pictures and videos from that night. Some of them I posted for the sound only...OHHH, the sound!!! If you ever get the opportunity to watch your parents do something they absolutley love...CHERISH IT and never forget!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rockin' out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b162a8fe3af26c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b162a8fe3af26c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330172292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D444EAF997B25A41BB7C3449D206B40BC59713E3A.799D2C92AC72746E9172EFE47C3794E746C9492B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b162a8fe3af26c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlpWHxPIo02H-cc8mmQzkCJuXd4A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b162a8fe3af26c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330172292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D444EAF997B25A41BB7C3449D206B40BC59713E3A.799D2C92AC72746E9172EFE47C3794E746C9492B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b162a8fe3af26c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlpWHxPIo02H-cc8mmQzkCJuXd4A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Can I have your autograph?" 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHxWYNdYLeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yy_i7buslnM/s320/DSCF1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-2654194683504851227?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b162a8fe3af26c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2654194683504851227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=2654194683504851227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2654194683504851227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2654194683504851227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/coolest-dad-in-universe.html' title='The Coolest Dad In The Universe'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHxVN0Peq4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/j3tEZFPJ_Us/s72-c/DSCF1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-2152868801697579603</id><published>2008-07-08T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:09:23.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Years Of Cleve Erickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandpa Cleve Erickson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born: July 8, 1908&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Died: November 29, 1973&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture Taken: January 26, 1938&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My Grandparents Wedding Day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHBRvNrCa5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HBLAXacnm8Q/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219761839688280978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHBRvNrCa5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HBLAXacnm8Q/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture has much meaning to me. My grandpa is nearly 30 years old in this picture...my same age as I type these words. I only know my grandpa through the spiritual experiences I have with him and through the memories of those who know him from his life here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like I know him in a way that isn't easily communicated and is frequently not accepted well by others. Yet, I feel him still. Getting to know my grandpa over the last few years...in ways I won't mention...has given me a better understanding of the life he lived, the family he created and the man I call father. This relationship is so special and sacred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is still an integral part of my family even as he soars with angels and in most minds...gambles the winnings of heavenly horse races (I know it's ironic) and farms the lands of harvest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just look at this man! Look at what he has created! He has created life, happiness, LAUGHTER, work ethic, knowledge, discipline! His legacy still is being created! He has two grandsons growing and thriving right this minute. Grandsons that will bear his name...ERICKSON!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so blessed to be his granddaughter. I am blessed to be open to his love, his laughter and his talents! I am blessed to be open to his forgiveness and knowledge of his role in many lives. I am blessed to know him!!!! I LOVE YOU GRANDPA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The year 1908…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;United States President: Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220522029497989938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHMFIFZUOzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LTAYZ8GUeag/s320/rooseveltpresident.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States Vice President: Charles W. Fairbanks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;United State Population: 88,710,000&lt;br /&gt;Cost of a first-class stamp: $0.02 (1908 dime is pictured)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220522232457620210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHMFT5eqavI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jt2X-k-tyfM/s320/dime+1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Petroleum production starts in Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;The University of Alberta is founded in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is observed for the first time&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago Cubs win the World Series defeating Detroit (4-1)&lt;br /&gt;The Montreal Wanderers win the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;The Kentucky Derby Champion is Stone Street&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Glenwood and Fishlake Forests combined to form the Fishlake National Forest in Utah&lt;br /&gt;Henry Ford develops the first Model T automobile, which sells for $850&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220521424851203634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHMEk46SdjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AJtxMSsizzM/s320/fords+1908+model+t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-2152868801697579603?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2152868801697579603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=2152868801697579603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2152868801697579603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2152868801697579603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-years-of-cleve-erickson.html' title='100 Years Of Cleve Erickson'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SHBRvNrCa5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HBLAXacnm8Q/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-181079845827832527</id><published>2008-07-05T02:13:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:32:03.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess Divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SG8zSu24r4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yG8otHdBJtI/s1600-h/pride+and+prej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219446890054594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SG8zSu24r4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yG8otHdBJtI/s400/pride+and+prej.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.prideandprejudicemovie.net/getflash.html"&gt; Pride and Prejudice &lt;/a&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mr. Darcey:&lt;/span&gt; How are you this evening, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet:&lt;/span&gt; Very well... although I wish you would not call me "my dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mr. Darcy:&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet:&lt;/span&gt; Because it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mr. Darcy:&lt;/span&gt; What endearments am I allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Well let me think...”Lizzie" for every day, "My Pearl" for Sundays, and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..."&lt;a href="http://bigdaddyseashell.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/matthew-macfadyen-as-mr-darcy.jpg"&gt;Goddess Divine&lt;/a&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but only on *very* special occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0461136/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-181079845827832527?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/181079845827832527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=181079845827832527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/181079845827832527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/181079845827832527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/goddess-divine.html' title='Goddess Divine'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SG8zSu24r4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yG8otHdBJtI/s72-c/pride+and+prej.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-9128944894730545604</id><published>2008-07-04T00:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:09:23.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I hate quotations. Tell me what you know."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SG3NoFuTImI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e8S9EKSbnXo/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219053631807103586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SG3NoFuTImI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e8S9EKSbnXo/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title to this post is an actual quote from Emerson. To be honest, it sums up what I feel about alot of people and events in life. I love to hear authentic views, thoughts, feelings, perceptions and experiences. Keeping that in mind I also identify with the fact that quotes were at one time someones own knowledge. The great lesson I continue to learn about knowledge is that it is ever increasing and ever changing. What will happen with what I know today? How will it increase? Will it be false? Will it change my life? These questions float lazily in my mind always but rise to coat the ever active imagination of this thirty year old-five year old. It is with these questions that I continue on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is Independence Day! How grateful I am for my freedom!!!! I am blessed to speak, feel and love what, when and whom I choose. I am blessed with the ability to create life, love and happiness. What a beautiful world I live in! So often I hear varying views on the destruction and chaos around us. Today I &lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt; to feel the love and to give love! It is this world that I trust to surround my family and encourage my friends. It is this world that I cultivate and prepare for my own children to be sustained by. It is this world that my sweet brothers will enter with the innocent eyes of heaven! And it is THIS world that is MY test! I would not choose it another way. I will no longer speak of the times when I would. This is the place I am in and it is up to me to make each day count. Yes, I am one person, one woman...and how divine that is! I can not speak for you, but I know my ancestors &amp;amp; my forefathers were conscious of my existence and the path I walk. I know they gave and worked for my very survival. &lt;strong&gt;I AM GRATEFUL!!! I AM BLESSED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-9128944894730545604?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/9128944894730545604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=9128944894730545604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/9128944894730545604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/9128944894730545604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-quotations-tell-me-what-you-know.html' title='&quot;I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.&quot;'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SG3NoFuTImI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e8S9EKSbnXo/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-3582913793536124625</id><published>2008-07-02T01:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:33:47.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Sweet Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsxzk_qD2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ft76rxITDug/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218320473406892418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsy0p2Q6YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RZiyOFnSOH0/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsxzk_qD2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ft76rxITDug/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsxzk_qD2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ft76rxITDug/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsxrSeyF2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/csF3amW_-ZQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsxzk_qD2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ft76rxITDug/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day of your funeral Grandpa. Today is the day when all the family and friends gather to support one another and celebrate your brilliant and beautiful life. Can I ask just one question? I want to know where you'll be sitting so I can sit next to you like I used to. I remember sitting by you and the calmness you brought to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember sitting together at the Old Farm Pond, feeding the ducks and then sitting back watching nature allow us to glimpse it's authenticity. I remember going swimming at the pool and always wanting there to be enough tags for us all to get into the pool. I remember your encouraging words as I struggled during my teenage years and how often you would want to talk about life. I hold dear the time RJ and I were able to share our patriartical blessings with you and Grandma and the beautiful stories you told us after. I remember being in the temple with you for the first time and I remember seeing your face after the women in the family dressed Grandma's body in preparation for burial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218320475336925154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsy0xCa3-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/BmMLWAIWbvE/s200/DSCF0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have memories of you that will last a lifetime and then I have experiences that will go on forever. You are such a gentle example in my life. You have counseled RJ and I many times on events in our marriage and the most common advice was that the spirit would guide us to the correct path. Thank you for having faith in my ability, even when I, myself lacked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218320474431404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsy0tqhuoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V3ipc5AFQwk/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss you and I'm sure at times today I will feel selfish. But in the heart of my soul I know how happy I am that you are living your next stage of your spiritual life and that Gramie is at your side as it should be. I love you and will miss you! Thank you for always telling me I'm beautiful (even just after waking up) and for calling me sweetheart and dear. I'm pretty sure RJ picked up on that as he calls me Babydoll all the time. When I hear him speak that I initially think of you and the playful respect you have always shown women. Thank you!!!! May God bless peace and joy in your spirit and love and light in your heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-3582913793536124625?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3582913793536124625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=3582913793536124625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3582913793536124625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/3582913793536124625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-sweet-grandpa.html' title='Goodbye Sweet Grandpa'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGsy0p2Q6YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RZiyOFnSOH0/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7947231830302151192</id><published>2008-07-01T03:44:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:00:28.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwain J. Pearson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGn90gRiueI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L89aYKFyl_w/s1600-h/grandpa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217980721743968738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGn90gRiueI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L89aYKFyl_w/s200/grandpa+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGn90Q_e9kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6NfBXL4_1zs/s1600-h/G-Pa+Dwain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217980717641692738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGn90Q_e9kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6NfBXL4_1zs/s200/G-Pa+Dwain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGn907xhOWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VaUMDJb_e4E/s1600-h/g-pa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217980729125845346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGn907xhOWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VaUMDJb_e4E/s200/g-pa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Dwain J. Pearson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 24, 1912 ~ June 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOUNTIFUL/RICHFIELD, UTAH- Dwain John Pearson, age 96 of Bountiful, died June 29, 2008 at his home in Bountiful. He was born June 24, 1912, to John Rikard and Elizabeth Dobson in Richfield, Utah. His first four years were spent living in a cabin in Cottonwood Canyon, four miles south of Marysvale, Utah. Dwain attended Utah State Agricultural College and graduated in 1934 with honors and the distinction of being the first student from Marysvale, Utah to graduate from college. He was president of Alpha Zeta, the National Honorary Agricultural Fraternity; a member of the Scholastic Fraternity; Phi Kappa Phi and a Danforth Scholar. He went on to work for the U.S. Department of Agriculture for nine years. Dwain married Olive Ogden on September 5, 1934 in the Salt Lake Temple, sharing 67 years together. He will always be remembered for the sweet and tender love affair he and Olive shared. In 1943 he returned to Richfield and joined his brother, Marden in the establishment of a lumber business that eventually grew to be the largest in the state of Utah. Although he claimed to be only a small businessman from a small town, he became a moving force for over 50 years in Utah and the Intermountain West in a variety of businesses. Dwain was the president of Ideal National Insurance Company. He developed and operated many hotels and restaurants including Travelodge, Hilton and Embassy Suites. Among his many civic duties was his service on the Development Board for LDS Hospital and his position on the Board of Governors for the Salt Lake Chamber of Commerce. He was a visionary man, a tremendous leader and dedicated his time and energy to countless other business responsibilities without the need for recognition. He was a faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, holding the position of Bishop and was a member of the Stake Presidency. He was active in the Church missionary program and was tirelessly involved in Temple Work in his retirement years. His entire life was dedicated to Church service and his family. Dwain always said, "Family is everything." He was a true example of love and a servant to all in need. Dwain is survived by his six children: Diane (Charles) Mackey of Moab; Rikard (Shanna) Pearson of Salt Lake City; Randy (Linda) Pearson of Bountiful; Mary Kay (Clair) Carling of Bountiful; Clark (Jami) Pearson of Richfield; and Patrice Erickson of Bountiful; and foster daughters Garnet Johnson and Teresa Hernandez, 37 grandchildren, 64 great-grandchildren and six great-great grandchildren; a brother, Raynal (Maridell) Pearson of Provo. He is preceded in death by his parents; brothers Alaiff Pearson and Marden Pearson; his wife, Olive O. Pearson; and daughter Carolin P. Hansen. "Dad, you have blessed our lives with your example and we are grateful you are with your sweetheart again." Funeral services will be held Wed., July 2, 2008 at 1:30 p.m. in the Bountiful 28th LDS Ward Chapel located at 2285 S. 200 W., Bountiful, where friends may call for viewing Wed. morning from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. Graveside services and interment will be in the Richfield City Cemetery on Thurs., July 3, 2008 at 11 a.m. under the care of the Springer Turner Funeral Home of Richfield, Salina and Gunnison, Utah. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests that donations be made to the LDS Church Perpetual Education Fund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Online guest books at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/saltlaketribune/Obituaries.asp?Page=Lifestory&amp;amp;PersonId=112569571"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;www.legacy.com/saltlaketribune/Obituaries.asp?Page=Lifestory&amp;amp;PersonId=112569571&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/saltlaketribune"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webfh.com/fh/obituaries/obituary.cfm?o_id=188981&amp;amp;fh_id=10233"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;www.webfh.com/fh/obituaries/obituary.cfm?o_id=188981&amp;amp;fh_id=10233&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webfh.com/fh/obituaries/obituary"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Published in the Salt Lake Tribune on 7/1/2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7947231830302151192?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7947231830302151192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7947231830302151192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7947231830302151192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7947231830302151192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/dwain-j-pearson.html' title='Dwain J. Pearson'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGn90gRiueI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L89aYKFyl_w/s72-c/grandpa+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5210819307200249865</id><published>2008-06-24T12:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:25:54.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grampie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328149031279554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRUc4a28I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gNswpbNwcf4/s200/G-Pa+B-day.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328143636846674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRUIySWFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UsR69tWcCmU/s200/DSCF0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRUuUAaZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/60PxUeZHJ0M/s1600-h/DSCF0866+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328153710389650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRUuUAaZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/60PxUeZHJ0M/s200/DSCF0866+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRU41V43I/AAAAAAAAAEU/H_Gdqamf3dY/s1600-h/DSCF1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328156534563698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRU41V43I/AAAAAAAAAEU/H_Gdqamf3dY/s200/DSCF1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRVbuSFII/AAAAAAAAAEc/wi3vBB4BiSs/s1600-h/DSCF1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328165900194946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRVbuSFII/AAAAAAAAAEc/wi3vBB4BiSs/s200/DSCF1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 96th Birthday Grandpa! It is so difficult to watch you compassionately struggle from this mortal existence and back to your one true love, Grandma Olive. I love you both so dearly and honestly look to you for guidance in my relationships, especially in my marriage. You are the very reason our family is as close as it can be and why the Angels sing you to sleep each night as you prepare to meet your sweet wife again at the gates of Heaven. My blessing to you is peace and joy and absolute understanding that those left to finish their trials and test during our mortal existence will do so with your kind, gentle and urging words of faith, perseverance and kindness to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ALL PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You are a beautiful giant of a man...a man of infallible integrity and love. I love you Grampie and hold you in my arms affectionately forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5210819307200249865?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5210819307200249865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5210819307200249865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5210819307200249865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5210819307200249865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-grampie.html' title='Happy Birthday Grampie'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SGCRUc4a28I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gNswpbNwcf4/s72-c/G-Pa+B-day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-1591741136753903425</id><published>2008-06-22T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:07:02.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, thank you, thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SF6wAndCJjI/AAAAAAAAADs/anFf9YHDbYk/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214798943178860082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SF6wAndCJjI/AAAAAAAAADs/anFf9YHDbYk/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SF6tnph3X0I/AAAAAAAAADk/B1F3UicdWQ8/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Click the Blessing Board to View At Full Size~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SF6tIVVTffI/AAAAAAAAADc/r3Sxs-VT3Qw/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Family Blessing Board created by myself and others over the past week. Unity is a powerful tool and this became evident to me as we communicated the blessings, pictures, quotes and songs that are important in our lives. I feel blessed today to have individuals in my life that are creators of beauty, acceptance, healing and abundance. I know the world is vibrating on a higher frequency because of the blessings on this board. I know that families are closer, nature is more beautiful, forgiveness comes quicker and lives are LIVED!!!! I am in gratitude for all of you and cherish the impact you make in my life. To you I say the one true prayer thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-1591741136753903425?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1591741136753903425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=1591741136753903425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1591741136753903425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/1591741136753903425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-family-blessing-board.html' title='thank you, thank you, thank you'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SF6wAndCJjI/AAAAAAAAADs/anFf9YHDbYk/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5744108169544789149</id><published>2008-06-16T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:48:56.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SFcxzKcE8jI/AAAAAAAAADU/bBSYFWHYtE0/s1600-h/count+your+blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212689848749847090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SFcxzKcE8jI/AAAAAAAAADU/bBSYFWHYtE0/s320/count+your+blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm creating a family blessing board for this week (June 16th-June 22nd). What this is to me is a daily recording of 3 blessings I feel about my family (biological, friends, world, spiritual, community, universal...just family). I want you to be a part of this creation. I am going to write my 3 blessings each day this week and will add the ones you send to me each day as well. At the end of the week we will have a beautiful creation for us to share with eachother and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am committed to send you a color copy of these blessings (name omitted) so you can remember your blessings and also share in the blessings of others. The only thing I ask of you is to e-mail them to me daily...it'll only take a few moments. I will keep you updated on how the board is coming along and send you inspiring thoughts to keep you going. I love you and want to share this with you! I am also open to sharing with anyone else in your family groups. All I need is an e-mail from them with their 3 blessings for the day. Have a wonderful day and thank you for sharing in this with me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5744108169544789149?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5744108169544789149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5744108169544789149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5744108169544789149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5744108169544789149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessing-board.html' title='Blessing Board'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SFcxzKcE8jI/AAAAAAAAADU/bBSYFWHYtE0/s72-c/count+your+blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-5499956361177520858</id><published>2008-06-15T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:34:59.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to be a big sis!!! Two little brothers...yep 2! I'm already working on names but for now I call them the Yankees (my dad's favortie baseball team). RJ and I also came up with Augusta National and Torrey Pines (another couple of favorites from pops). Hit me back with more ideas...Dad calls them Chip and Putt, afectionately!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-5499956361177520858?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5499956361177520858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=5499956361177520858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5499956361177520858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/5499956361177520858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/boys.html' title='BOYS'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7714373498279272774</id><published>2008-06-13T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:12:15.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SFM2Mutax3I/AAAAAAAAACU/OuNfWQOCmNo/s1600-h/crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211568786122655602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SFM2Mutax3I/AAAAAAAAACU/OuNfWQOCmNo/s320/crayons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My crayons are dull lately. The colors have faded, the names are scratched out, the tips pushed against sandpaper and melted in friction. I can't seem to find the ambition to mold and repair my small, childlike tools of creation. So, I turn to scissors and glue to mend the torn edges and roughly sketch in the outline with a pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7714373498279272774?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7714373498279272774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7714373498279272774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7714373498279272774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7714373498279272774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-wild.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SFM2Mutax3I/AAAAAAAAACU/OuNfWQOCmNo/s72-c/crayons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-7525353180595341327</id><published>2008-06-04T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:29:02.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SEeF6PzqeMI/AAAAAAAAACM/iRqjwm8lTaw/s1600-h/Angels-Playing-Violon-Print-C10292242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208278729799399618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SEeF6PzqeMI/AAAAAAAAACM/iRqjwm8lTaw/s320/Angels-Playing-Violon-Print-C10292242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to define the word angel? Have you ever tried to pull out the perfect shaped box that the feelings of angels contain? Can you even begin to describe what being near an angel feels like? Is your experience of an angel the same as mine? These questions (and so many more) have been surrounding my space as I feel the hands of angels in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very literally my angel is described as a woman who is courageous enough to call me on my crap, face to face, to put their arms around me and tell me to “trust.” An angel can be that blue eyed beauty that insists “the process works” and takes you by the hand, cheers you on and says “be first” and “take it on.” This angel can spend countless hours serving you, loving you, sharing with you and yet the depth of the connection is neglected by the mere words that we know. A spiritual language that I have yet to discover becomes the only thread at really holding this woman, this light, this power and inspiration in her true magnificence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another angel thrives as a man once cradled as a boy. That man, that guardian that cushions the steps of his sisters and takes them by the hand with the understanding protectiveness that only an angelic brother can display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel exists in a “sparkly blue world” filled with devotion and unconditional love to family, self and friends. Where bright eyes shine as the light and very soul of divinity and where memories abound with laughter of young children in swimming pools and gatherings of family as the matriarch stands to share her tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels exists as sparkles of light, a glimmer of adoring love with the very choice of parents and family in the palm of their small hand. The partial connection to spirit and being aligning the very life they are slowly evolving to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lucid pathway that angels walk is among us. We share their breath, they hold our hands, they communicate our language and ask us to join them…not in death but life. “LIVE,” they cheer! “Laugh and love,” they claim. Can you hear them? Can you feel them? They are there! They are yours! They love you and I love you!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-7525353180595341327?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7525353180595341327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=7525353180595341327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7525353180595341327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/7525353180595341327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/SEeF6PzqeMI/AAAAAAAAACM/iRqjwm8lTaw/s72-c/Angels-Playing-Violon-Print-C10292242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-6485691741216794679</id><published>2008-04-30T19:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:25:27.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shaking off the rust</title><content type='html'>I can't count all the times I have had someone tell me how hard change is.  The nice thing is that i've been rusted in this position for so long that it actually feels good to stretch out a little.  I feel like I'm starting to gain a little more balance as I take steps outside the lines and begin the journey to the top of the mountain.  I hold tightly to all the values and friendships of the past and relish in the companionship of new experiences and people.  It feels good to redefine words like love, compassion, FORGIVENESS, talent, acceptance and action.  All the words that weave themselves into MY story and all the punctuation that I now understand is under MY control.  I know I'm chapters away from the end but at least now I'm happy about that!!!!  If you are reading this...I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop and Stare by One Republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is colder now&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sick of us&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make our move&lt;br /&gt;I'm shakin' off the rust&lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years&lt;br /&gt;Steady hands just take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Every glance is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push&lt;br /&gt;Untie the weight tags I never thought I could&lt;br /&gt;Steady feet don't fail me now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run till you can't walk&lt;br /&gt;But something pulls my focus out, and I'm standing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-6485691741216794679?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6485691741216794679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=6485691741216794679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6485691741216794679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/6485691741216794679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/04/shaking-off-rust_30.html' title='shaking off the rust'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-2546723053395854379</id><published>2008-04-08T16:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:01:34.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday RJ!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/R_v0gXvTlmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S8yrq5B947o/s1600-h/RJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/R_v0gXvTlmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S8yrq5B947o/s320/RJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187008232812680802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Buddy! What can I say except that you truly are the most beautiful person I know!!!! It blows me away that we've known each other "half our lives" and I still can't find the right word to describe the loving, understanding and non judgemental love we share. You have taught me so many things about what living should consist of and have shown me many paths I would never see on my own. I can't thank you in the mere words of a woman thanking a man for all the times you have "saved" me and encouraged my unsteady and carefully placed steps through life. We have grown up together and grown through so many wonderful and sometimes heartbreaking experiences. I feel an immeasurable amount of peace that I can simply look into your eyes and know that you "get" ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the memories that my heart, spirit and dreams can hold, I walk in the present and look to the future with you. I imagine the day I finally see you hold our children and become the father that only YOU are able of being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all my love on your birthday and raise my glass (still as empty as ever.... :) ) to you!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-2546723053395854379?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2546723053395854379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=2546723053395854379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2546723053395854379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/2546723053395854379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-rj.html' title='Happy Birthday RJ!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_i9XZdZNaJLA/R_v0gXvTlmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S8yrq5B947o/s72-c/RJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821858322251518612.post-4132752043246445068</id><published>2008-04-01T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:22:22.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can a computer really tell you who you are?</title><content type='html'>This is a computer generated description of me.  I got this back after entering my birthdate (with the year).  Crazy...most of this is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good imagination, and often exhibit sensitivity to others. At times, you may tend to be overly sensitive to criticism. You can be excessively cautious or narrow in your outlook unless you receive the right kind of encouragement. You are a warm hearted person, with much love to give. You probably like children, and exhibit many playful characteristics. Sometimes you feel jealous, and must avoid becoming overly possessive in your relationships. There may be times in your life when you give in to feelings of sadness or depression. You are likely to make decisions based on intuition or feelings rather than intellect. There are inconsistencies in your energy level, possibly triggered by external factors or emotional changes. Although you have ambition, you do not always exert the energy necessary to be successful. You have a basically strong constitution, and should enjoy good health most of the time. You are likely to make many changes in the direction of your life. This may be based on interruptions due to health problems, or it may be that you just have trouble focusing your energy. No matter what other factors influence your personality, there is an under lying sense of practicality that you can draw on if you wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821858322251518612-4132752043246445068?l=beipensieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4132752043246445068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821858322251518612&amp;postID=4132752043246445068' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4132752043246445068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821858322251518612/posts/default/4132752043246445068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beipensieri.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-computer-really-tell-you-who-you.html' title='Can a computer really tell you who you are?'/><author><name>Chelsea E Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09395811343782242351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yBZDr2gXyo/Tf79UIB9-1I/AAAAAAAABaE/ipeGFW9zfcM/s220/Untitled.png'/
