<?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-4231351295984799937</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:12:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH LUTHY? I'M HOME!</title><subtitle type='html'>YOU GOT SOME 'SPLAININ' TO DO!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-7201061435669654478</id><published>2009-05-21T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:52:02.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New home and Eric's graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is going to be short. We don't have the internet yet and I don't have much time to be on the internet. I will give you more updates later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZQCX7nmEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EzVFBsBwkLo/s1600-h/HPIM1512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338542410008336450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZQCX7nmEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EzVFBsBwkLo/s320/HPIM1512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a very exciting month. We are officially first time homeowners. Woo Hoo! We closed a month ago today. We are unpacked for the most part. I still am working on organizing, and decorating. My mom came out to help us move in, unpack, decorate, be my friend, keep me company.... She was absolutely wonderful! She made moving so much fun and a lot less stressful.  Mommy you are the best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZPxpZF8dI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bh3Bs3442rw/s1600-h/walking+the+threshold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338542122637586898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZPxpZF8dI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bh3Bs3442rw/s320/walking+the+threshold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying me across the threshold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZPfjLGmfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/b3a4f5Au3ME/s1600-h/PICT0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338541811730651634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZPfjLGmfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/b3a4f5Au3ME/s320/PICT0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nice surprise gift from our amazing realator, Rhonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOjRvYkKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/oUPVRChNKlI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338540776258834594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOjRvYkKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/oUPVRChNKlI/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOZlde8EI/AAAAAAAAAdA/clhNNZkYyb8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338540609753772098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOZlde8EI/AAAAAAAAAdA/clhNNZkYyb8/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOSE-_O_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-yN4GBQ_uXI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338540480776846322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOSE-_O_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-yN4GBQ_uXI/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOJlkVf-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Hzy9hrw_qkI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338540334904606690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZOJlkVf-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Hzy9hrw_qkI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at Arnold! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZN_O9mZ7I/AAAAAAAAAco/akcc6DobuQo/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338540157037864882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZN_O9mZ7I/AAAAAAAAAco/akcc6DobuQo/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZNxXG9nQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AuPRqdU4ZZY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338539918706449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZNxXG9nQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AuPRqdU4ZZY/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZNluVVmPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4ElIdUpR2LQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338539718782327026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZNluVVmPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4ElIdUpR2LQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZNNozclmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DRnsPeIVnEo/s1600-h/HPIM1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338539304981141090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZNNozclmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DRnsPeIVnEo/s320/HPIM1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real quick, I have to brag about Eric. He just graduated from ASU's W.P. Carey business school, which is in the top 25 business schools in the nation. I am so extremely proud of him. He had a full time job, went to school full time, and still managed to be on the dean's list each year and graduate Magna Cum Laude. He's incredible. Way to go love! You're amazing and I am proud to be your wife!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-7201061435669654478?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7201061435669654478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=7201061435669654478' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/7201061435669654478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/7201061435669654478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-home-and-erics-graduation.html' title='New home and Eric&apos;s graduation!'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ShZQCX7nmEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EzVFBsBwkLo/s72-c/HPIM1512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-7468886057496741552</id><published>2009-03-24T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:44:30.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WILD &amp; CRAZY NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kris and I had a GIRL’S NIGHT OUT on Friday. We got invited to a V.I.P. party and had a blast with some of our new closest friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to the party and Oprah ran up to me and wanted to interview me. I really wasn’t in the mood to give &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; interview, but again “When in Rome”. I probably gave her the best interview of her lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ScungZrpYxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/npApS1cLHhY/s1600-h/HPIM1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317527960132608786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ScungZrpYxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/npApS1cLHhY/s320/HPIM1371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugh Hefner was there. We didn’t get off to a good start. He didn’t like it when I called him a Pervert and smashed a champagne bottle into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316872584467035330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclTchErtMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/PRTYaOsP6uU/s320/HPIM1374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daniel Craig, a.k.a. James Bond, came up to Kris and I and begged us to take a picture with him. How could we say no to James Bond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclTI-09YnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YLu7Ay6ytUo/s1600-h/HPIM1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316872248856765042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclTI-09YnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YLu7Ay6ytUo/s320/HPIM1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;George Clooney got jealous when he saw us with Daniel, and asked Kris and I to marry him. I told him I was already happily married but I would humor him and put the dress on and we can “pretend” to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kris and George got married...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclSDYIORqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kDpI83f30dM/s1600-h/HPIM1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316871053057607330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclSDYIORqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kDpI83f30dM/s320/HPIM1391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ...then had it annulled 20 minutes later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclR6Fy-b6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/oq48R-JEtEg/s1600-h/HPIM1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316870893517828002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclR6Fy-b6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/oq48R-JEtEg/s320/HPIM1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;George wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kris soon saw her one true love Johnny Depp. He fell head over heals for her, of course. They are taking things slow, but so far so good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316870347340588546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclRaTILJgI/AAAAAAAAAas/TxqxNzm3S0M/s320/HPIM1377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; had to sit down with my boy Johnny and talk to him about if he wants to date my sister he needs to treat her like the queen she is. She doesn't need another dirt bag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclQdd2nJzI/AAAAAAAAAak/NEujS3OA5vU/s1600-h/HPIM1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869302247696178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclQdd2nJzI/AAAAAAAAAak/NEujS3OA5vU/s320/HPIM1378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had a karaoke at the party and Simon was there to judge the singers. He didn't give me a good review. He was kind enough to let me cry on his shoulder. Even though he has a hard shell on the outside, he is a soft gooey marshmallow on the inside. The big teddy bear.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclPXfVLrqI/AAAAAAAAAac/VTPoA9NrJ-8/s1600-h/HPIM1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316868100053511842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclPXfVLrqI/AAAAAAAAAac/VTPoA9NrJ-8/s320/HPIM1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later Ryan Seacrest interviewed Kris and I. He wanted to know who we were wearing, and when I told him that I got my “designer” shirt at TJ MAXX he gave me a really confused face. As you can see from the crossed eyes he has in the picture. He had never heard of TJ MAXX before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I used to think &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was hip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclOzhneLWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EX79TExyKpo/s1600-h/HPIM1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316867482191801698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclOzhneLWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EX79TExyKpo/s320/HPIM1406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclOoTseCfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/t7tWLowwt2o/s1600-h/HPIM1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316867289476106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclOoTseCfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/t7tWLowwt2o/s320/HPIM1404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael and I had a dance off. I won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclONjUYqqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/qLB5Ag1zalE/s1600-h/HPIM1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316866829813590690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclONjUYqqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/qLB5Ag1zalE/s320/HPIM1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Rock, or Duane and I had many good laughs that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclNhWQPF7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q_gYHh7t7IE/s1600-h/HPIM1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316866070392281010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclNhWQPF7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q_gYHh7t7IE/s320/HPIM1384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course Brand and Angie were there. The entire night they kept asking if they could adopt me. Kinda creepy. I tried to steer clear from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclNEqq8GAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/prf-iSmUMiM/s1600-h/HPIM1380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316865577656784898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclNEqq8GAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/prf-iSmUMiM/s320/HPIM1380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our long time friend Nicholas Cage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclKojYEWyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TfV5ztoGq8Y/s1600-h/HPIM1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862895638993698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclKojYEWyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TfV5ztoGq8Y/s320/HPIM1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my main man, George!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclKStrfscI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LMWabTyd_tk/s1600-h/HPIM1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862520447709634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclKStrfscI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LMWabTyd_tk/s320/HPIM1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln once said, "If you are a racist, I will attack you with the North." Those are the principles that I like to live by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Michael Scott from the Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclJ-4-jtsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PWt6myqNahg/s1600-h/HPIM1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862179883071170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclJ-4-jtsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PWt6myqNahg/s320/HPIM1434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had to take a picture with our favorite cowboy, John Wayne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclJzmFzaTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/AHZSSmpsqxA/s1600-h/HPIM1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316861985834625330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclJzmFzaTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/AHZSSmpsqxA/s320/HPIM1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm telling the GodFather a HILARIOUS joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't tell, but he really did think it was funny. He was rolling on the floor laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclJPK6H08I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Mqa312JBA8M/s1600-h/HPIM1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316861360062583746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclJPK6H08I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Mqa312JBA8M/s320/HPIM1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prince and I striking a pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclIt3O_0vI/AAAAAAAAAZE/5-pEDy7uWro/s1600-h/HPIM1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316860787845747442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclIt3O_0vI/AAAAAAAAAZE/5-pEDy7uWro/s320/HPIM1412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2pac is alive and well. He's a very serious man. Doesn't like to mess around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all business with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclIMJReQfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y5LW5cA0Gt4/s1600-h/HPIM1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316860208572416498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclIMJReQfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y5LW5cA0Gt4/s320/HPIM1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James Brown and I rockin' out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclHvdyL3iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eplHqJxoO-s/s1600-h/HPIM1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859715862126114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclHvdyL3iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eplHqJxoO-s/s320/HPIM1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kris playing Shaq one on one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclHUO-0aVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/EVLO3VncXqI/s1600-h/HPIM1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859248032115026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclHUO-0aVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/EVLO3VncXqI/s320/HPIM1395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Cam shooting the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclG9LXC1AI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_8k2qWSuTEc/s1600-h/HPIM1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858851922990082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclG9LXC1AI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_8k2qWSuTEc/s320/HPIM1388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My old pal Larry and I goofing around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclGomWl5NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8CFZTOOrtqk/s1600-h/HPIM1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858498391598290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclGomWl5NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8CFZTOOrtqk/s320/HPIM1373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siegfried and Roy brought their tiger to the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hasn't stopped attacking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclFNqHwNXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PAiUJVbrvw4/s1600-h/HPIM1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316856936035005810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclFNqHwNXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PAiUJVbrvw4/s320/HPIM1437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily Siegfried and Roy are magicians so they magically put my arm back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Siegfried and I joking around. I’m tickling him with my new and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;improved magically attached arm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclE4HxGHTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yNEWPo-UheA/s1600-h/HPIM1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316856566035914034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclE4HxGHTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yNEWPo-UheA/s320/HPIM1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot that I was a tiger whisperer so I was able to communicate with ‘Kitty’ (that’s what the tiger wanted to be called). We spent some time together and worked through many years of built up resentment and anger towards Siegfried and Roy. He’s doing much better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks like he is angry but he is smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclEL_20eFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rXmKuRpfuhA/s1600-h/HPIM1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316855807998195794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclEL_20eFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rXmKuRpfuhA/s320/HPIM1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fun typical night for the Pico Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain’t no party like a sista’s party, cuz a sista’s party don’t stop! Hoo Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;ANOTHER FUN ADVENTURE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ADVENTURES AT PUBLIC STORAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beautiful sister flew in a week ago on Saturday.  It all started out a mess that day.  Kris flew in and had to get a cab to our place because Eric forgot that the only day to move the rest of our things was the day that Kris flew in.  We are working on communicating.  Poor Kris had to hang out at our apartment for seven fun hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived home it was close to 7:30.  We picked up Kris and had her come help us unload the truck at the storage unit.  This is where the real fun begins…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Storage is where we are renting our storage unit.  At 9:00 p.m. the gates lock from the inside and out so you can’t get in or out.  We weren’t aware of this and there are &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; signs that say if you don’t exit by 9:00 p.m. you’re locked in until they open in the morning.  We finish unloading everything around 10:15.  We are exhausted and excited to get home to relax and eat.  We hopped in the truck, pumch in our code on the key pad so we can get out and nothing happens.  We punch in the code over and over and still nothing happens.  We look around to see if there is a phone number to call and of course there isn’t.  We saw a man walking around the storage units earlier so we went inside to find him hoping he could help us.  We found him on the second floor and sad to say it looked like he was living inside his unit.  He was very kind and gave us two numbers we could try and call.  Both numbers we called we heard, “I’m sorry our office is closed.  Please call during regular business hours.”  &lt;br /&gt;Eric finds a gate door that’s open.  It’s big enough for a person to escape so we left the truck and call a cab to come pick us up.  To make a long story short, we didn't get a cab, and ended up walking to the airport where Eric’s truck was parked from the previous day.  Luckily the airport was only a few miles away.  Keep in mind though it’s very late, poor Kris never complained and had nasty blisters on her feet, we look homeless because we have a duffle bag and grocery sacks.  The streets are busy and we got honked and yelled at, then we saw a little accident on our way to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;It was a very adventurous night.  We got home around 12:30 a.m.  We ended the night with cheese crisps and frozen pizza.  It will be a night we will never forget.  Welcome to Vegas Kris!  Who would like to visit us next?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclDXpbDwUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Vq6Ks1hxj40/s1600-h/kris+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316854908622979394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SclDXpbDwUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Vq6Ks1hxj40/s320/kris+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so glad that my sis was able to come out. I miss being with her so much. I am very grateful for the friendship we have. She’s my best friend. Thank you sis for everything! I love you and can’t wait for our next adventure! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-7468886057496741552?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7468886057496741552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=7468886057496741552' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/7468886057496741552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/7468886057496741552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-wild-crazy-night.html' title='ONE WILD &amp; CRAZY NIGHT'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/ScungZrpYxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/npApS1cLHhY/s72-c/HPIM1371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-6039983519283757494</id><published>2009-03-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:08:30.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are officially Las Vegans! Woo Hoo! We have lived here for a week and 2 days. We left Mesa on Saturday, March 28th. My bff, Bethany drove down with us and flew back last Thursday. Having her here was such a blessing. I wish that she didn’t have to leave. But she has a family she has to “take care of”. :) &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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some highlights and interesting moments during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our first week in Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;CAR RIDE WITH THE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the kitties, Chauchy and Nermal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Chauchy is on sedatives that were not strong enough. She cried almost the entire 6 hour drive. The ten minutes where she was quiet she was clawing and ramming her head into the front of the carrier. Fun, fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nermal on the other hand was quiet besides the occasional threatening hisses, snorts, and growls. If you touched her carrier or came close to her carrier she would go ballistic and try to attack you. She’s precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVING IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are staying at the Meridian in room 228. Eric's company was kind enough to pay the rent, which I am so grateful for. Our studio apartment is fully furnished. It's very nice. I like how it's decorated. It has granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and a nice size balcony for relaxing. They have fun amenities to keep me busy during the day. I really like it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some pictures of our apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbNSEEpl4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/szDpPc2FpsQ/s1600-h/HPIM1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311658520744662914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbNSEEpl4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/szDpPc2FpsQ/s320/HPIM1306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbNLC_9erI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MZQmB6ixAr4/s1600-h/HPIM1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311658400197474994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbNLC_9erI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MZQmB6ixAr4/s320/HPIM1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;CHAUCHY &amp;amp; NERMAL MOVING IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we first arrive Nermal runs and jumps into the bathtub while growling. Her eyes are huge and they are peering over the edge of the bathtub. Bethany tries to go calm her down and steps towards the bathtub; Nermal lunges out of the tub trying to attack her. Bethany is scared of Nermal for the rest of the night. Nermal chased Eric twice and tried to attack me once. No one is allowed near her for the rest of the night because she'll kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you imagine this sweet kitty wanting to rip you apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbCXBPkjKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jwsOGfgDhuM/s1600-h/Bethany+Vegas-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311646511256603810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbCXBPkjKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jwsOGfgDhuM/s320/Bethany+Vegas-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chauchy on the other hand is hiding in the corner of the closet. Her nose is pressed up against the wall like she is in time out. The closet corner is her favorite place for the next couple days. Chauchy liked to cry very loud in the mornings till I would pick her up and bring her into bed with me. That went on for a few days. She was also very clingy and would follow me EVERYWHERE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When she's asleep that's when I can accomplish things in peace. She isn't following me around crying wanting to be held or walking underneath my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbCN2A-xQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RrTR544DZjM/s1600-h/Bethany+Vegas-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311646353623794946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbCN2A-xQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RrTR544DZjM/s320/Bethany+Vegas-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls didn't get along for a few days. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Each time they saw one another they would hiss. Thankfully they are doing fine now. They are the best little buddies again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nermal is pleasant and Chauchy isn't so needy. Yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE SAN FRANSICO WARD&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a.k.a. INSANE fransico ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fast and testimony meeting which for them that means “lets talk about myself” time. Keep in mind that each testimony was 10-15 minutes long. . The first lady got up and says “ALOHA!” And the congregation shouts “ALOHA!” back. She says she is here to REPORT about how she is doing, health wise. The next lady told us about her health history. From her diabetic coma to her glaucoma., and how she needs to eat better, and she likes to eat. Another lady talked about how she likes to think about astronauts. None of the “testimonies” born were related to something spiritual or directed back to a testimony. They simply were long, boring, pointless stories. The last guy was my favorite. He walked up with papers in his hands and starts to preach like the pastors and ministers on T.V. He was the “Holy, Hallelujah, can I get an Amen?” preacher. The thing is, what he was saying wasn’t making any sense; it led nowhere. The bishop had to finally interrupt his “sermon” and tell him that it’s way past time and he needs to close. Talk about awkward. Everyone was uncomfortable. Needless to say we only stayed for sacrament. We will now ward hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WALKING TO THE STRIP AND EXPLORING THE HOTELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the high-end fashion designer stores. No one ever approached us and asked if they could help us. Is it that obvious that we can’t afford a pair of socks from their stores? Well, we were sweaty and in our exercise clothes. I thought we were rockin' it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BETHANY CONQUERS FEAR OF NERMAL, &amp;amp; BECOME BUDDIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, when Nermal wanted to be friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nermal making herself comfortable on Bethany's luggage. I tried kicking her off but since Bethany and Nermal are tight, Bethany let her stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbAvDVZKXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gq3diELqUDQ/s1600-h/Bethany+Vegas-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311644725111499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbAvDVZKXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gq3diELqUDQ/s320/Bethany+Vegas-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BABY STEPPING TO DRIVING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCARY! I don’t like driving in places I don’t know, especially busy areas. I was just glad to have my buddy with me. Especially when we thought we were getting on the highway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WEIRDO AT WAL-MART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some random guy who is about our age comes up to us and says, “I don’t eat meat because I’m a vegetarian. I go to KFC and say, ‘Just because you work here doesn’t mean you have to eat the meat.’ I don’t want to get into it.” I smile politely and respond, “I don’t eat at KFC either.” (my reasons being different) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He then goes on saying something about babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hurry and walk away and he is yelling, “LADY! LADY! LADY! LADY!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I turn around, and he shouts, “Good for you!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WATCHING NERMAL DRINK FROM THE TOILET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She is doing this on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think she drinks from her water bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our little lady. Who doesn't love pee pee water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba_MvZLKHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uinZ_OTUI70/s1600-h/Bethany+Vegas-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311643036131469426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba_MvZLKHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uinZ_OTUI70/s320/Bethany+Vegas-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETHANY'S ALLERGIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was a trooper! Never complained once. Poor thing couldn’t breath and was continuously sneezing because of her allergies to the kitties. She still wanted to love on the girls regardless. Again, thank you dear friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More fun activities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;HOUSE HUNTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;GETTING LOCKED OUT OF APARTMENT...TWICE IN THE SAME DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;SHOPPING. LOTS OF SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;RELAXING IN THE SAUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba9f-sGzRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aZBnQSR5GZQ/s1600-h/Bethany+Vegas-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311641167631666450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba9f-sGzRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aZBnQSR5GZQ/s320/Bethany+Vegas-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very very relaxed. Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba9AG-dyqI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fmSklfkufkY/s1600-h/Bethany+Vegas-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311640620100340386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba9AG-dyqI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fmSklfkufkY/s320/Bethany+Vegas-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cookies were usually our healthy and nutritious breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba66MVm7QI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eWh4TJrbL_I/s1600-h/Bethany+Vegas-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311638319437114626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/Sba66MVm7QI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eWh4TJrbL_I/s320/Bethany+Vegas-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad when Bethany had to leave. Now that she has left I have to make an effort to get out and find things to keep me busy. If not I’ll watch t.v. all day and get depressed. It gets lonely. So if anyone wants to visit me please do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bethany, thank you again from the bottom of my heart, for everything.&lt;/em&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/4231351295984799937-6039983519283757494?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6039983519283757494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=6039983519283757494' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/6039983519283757494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/6039983519283757494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving On Up'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SbbNSEEpl4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/szDpPc2FpsQ/s72-c/HPIM1306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-8201834012105244277</id><published>2009-02-25T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:15:34.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SaXsjHw_XyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9K63Ast093U/s1600-h/IMG_8024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306907824050102050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SaXsjHw_XyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9K63Ast093U/s320/IMG_8024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On my last day of work (which was almost 2 weeks ago) I go downstairs to David’s room to say goodbye.  As I walk into the room I find David sitting on his bed naked.  Luckily the covers are covering him from the waist down.  He looks at me and says, “What you doing here?” &lt;br /&gt;“I’m here to say goodbye.  Remember I’m moving to Vegas and today is my last day?” &lt;br /&gt;“Vegas boys trip!  No girls allowed!” (He has been wanting to take a boys trip to Vegas and girls are not allowed.  He’s already planned one with Eric when he comes to visit.  I still am not invited.)&lt;br /&gt;I give him a hug and tell him how much I love.  I start to feel a lump in my throat and my nose tingle.  As I'm hugging him he his rubbing the back of my head like you would when you are comforting a baby.  I look at him and say, "I am going to mi...." Right in the middle of me saying miss, he puts his finger to my lips and says, "Shhh...Just go."  (Like off of Dumb and Dumber)  Of course I burst out laughing and give him another big hug. &lt;br /&gt;That was the perfect goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has taught me so many things.  Like how to forgive quickly, and how to love everyone no matter how odd or annoying they are.  We are all God’s children and deserved to be treated with love and kindness.  He has taught me to be excited about life over the little things.  I love how his eyes would light up when I bought him a Coke.  He would always say, “Oh!  Thanks my love!”  We are truly blessed and take so many things for granted.  I should be thanking Heavenly Father for every little blessing in my life.  It has been a blessing to know David.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can honestly say he has made me a better person.  I have worked with him for over 4 years, and have grown to love him and his amazing family.  I will treasure the Johnson family forever, for they have blessed my life in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-8201834012105244277?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8201834012105244277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=8201834012105244277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/8201834012105244277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/8201834012105244277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-goodbye.html' title='The Perfect Goodbye'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SaXsjHw_XyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9K63Ast093U/s72-c/IMG_8024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-4339037622378329544</id><published>2009-02-10T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:59:58.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO LONG, FAREWELL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have some &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt; news...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eric got a promotion to be the General Manager at the plant in Las Vegas. This all came very sudden. Two weeks ago his company told him that they were considering him and others to be the GM at the plant. The next day they offered Eric the job.  Now they would like us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there in a week.  A little stressful and overwhelming?  Yes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend we went to Vegas to check out the plant, look at homes, and check out the area.  There are nice areas in Vegas once you are far from the strip.  Many areas look like Mesa.  It's scary and exciting all at once. I am excited to start a new chapter in life with Eric, own a home, have money (hooray!), then I am so sad to be leaving my family and friends.  I am grateful that it is only Vegas and not Florida or Maine.  Plane tickets are very cheap and it's not a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long drive. (hint, hint)  One more thing, I want to say that I am very proud of Eric.  He has worked extremely hard and has shown that he is more than qualified for this position.  I have complete faith in him that he will manage the plant successfully and be a phenomanl GM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to get back to packing.  You should see our apt.;  I have destroyed it. &lt;br /&gt;I am incapable of keeping the place tidy while packing.  I will be home packing all week so please stop by to say hi...and bye.:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-4339037622378329544?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4339037622378329544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=4339037622378329544' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/4339037622378329544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/4339037622378329544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-long-farewell.html' title='SO LONG, FAREWELL...'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-6212092655303605007</id><published>2009-01-02T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:22:11.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know, I know... I am horrible at updating my blog. I have been extremely busy the past few months and when I had down time working on the blog was the last thing on my mind. Truthfully, I am just lazy when it comes to blogging. My attention span is so short that after 30 min. I get bored and quit what I am working on, and I never finish. This year I am going to try better at updating the blog. Eric is always asking when I am going to update it. I told him he is more than welcome to do it himself. He's response was, "Uh, that's a little too girly for me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have had some fun events during the past couple months. I went to Minnesota to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my family in Oct., then the first week of Nov. Eric competed in another triathlon. He's a stud ladies. The week before Thanksgiving I went on a cruise to the Caribbean with the family I work for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Rough life, huh?) and we just got home from spending Christmas with my family in Minnesota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;am going to fill you in on each occasion as if I was posting them separately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am going to start from the most recent event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS VACATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the Pico household! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286781155187138274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5rczgonuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WyWSX-_qrWs/s320/PC215773.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We went to Minnesota to visit my family for Christmas. It’s so stinkin’ cold there. Right as I stepped outside from the airport I could instantly feel my boogers freeze. Gross, but true. Despite the fact that it is terribly cold there, we had a blast. I absolutely love being with my family. We sat around talking and laughing about our childhood days and how we were all crazy and need to be medicated. We played games, watched movies, went shopping to the Mall of America. We had snowball fights. It was more like shove the person in the snow fights.&lt;br /&gt;Max, my parents dog didn't like when Eric would hold me tight and taunt him saying,"I've got Kami". Max would jump on Eric and try to get him off of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Max is giving me kisses because he is happy that Eric isn't "attacking" me anymore. Eric is being so kind and not letting me escape Max's wonderful kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5rAUOg8LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JHE9kXpOHCk/s1600-h/PC215730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286780665753301170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5rAUOg8LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JHE9kXpOHCk/s320/PC215730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Max loves the ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5qjFkPIVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/asJ8zkCNrcI/s1600-h/PC215704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286780163601670482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5qjFkPIVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/asJ8zkCNrcI/s320/PC215704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has taught Max to balance a piece of food on his nose and when you say "bird dog" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he'll throw it up and catch it in his mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is showing off with a piece of hot dog on his nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5qD61O7TI/AAAAAAAAAVE/i_ligWJZgnU/s1600-h/PC215673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286779628144225586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5qD61O7TI/AAAAAAAAAVE/i_ligWJZgnU/s320/PC215673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dad took us ice fishing and we all really enjoyed it. It was a little scary driving over the ice. It was warmer that day so there was slush and water on the lake from the ice melting. You could hear the ice cracking below you which would freak you out. I found out that it is good when you hear the ice cracking because that means it is making new ice beneath. You fish in these little huts that are surprisingly warm. People have t.v.'s, heaters, beds in their hut; very cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my handsome father showing his prize fish. He threw it back in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5pon6a16I/AAAAAAAAAU8/uSKupD7WAZ0/s1600-h/HPIM1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286779159209236386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5pon6a16I/AAAAAAAAAU8/uSKupD7WAZ0/s320/HPIM1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first we really weren't catching anything so my mom decided to feed the fish a Cheez-It. What fish wouldn't love that? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5pYrUJV1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/CUOkMvc2xpM/s1600-h/HPIM1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286778885244540754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5pYrUJV1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/CUOkMvc2xpM/s320/HPIM1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the only fish I caught. It was the biggest fish out of all the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can imagine how proud I was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5pHkZvpjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/l8xTR-tI-5g/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286778591331198514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5pHkZvpjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/l8xTR-tI-5g/s320/PICT0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My sister, who is an unofficial PETA activist caught the most fish. It was quite amusing. She kept catching fish after fish. Finally we would have her switch us fishing hole's hoping that that was the problem, but nope...we still wouldn't catch anything and right when she would switch holes she'd immediately catch another fish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5oxR98QnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DXBEkpzUqr8/s1600-h/HPIM1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286778208425624178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5oxR98QnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DXBEkpzUqr8/s320/HPIM1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eric is pouting because Kris just caught a fish after they switched holes. They switched holes since Kris had been very successful at her hole hoping that he would finally catch one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After Kris switched him holes she caught one within 5 min. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5ogff0QJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tkzMdZYCCxQ/s1600-h/HPIM1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286777919999590546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5ogff0QJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tkzMdZYCCxQ/s320/HPIM1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hooray! He caught a fish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5oPgNA8nI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MZ4FyaBVnCo/s1600-h/HPIM1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286777628131390066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5oPgNA8nI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MZ4FyaBVnCo/s320/HPIM1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;em&gt;My mom and dad waiting to get a bite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5nsPoWkWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T5Yk-Y-Yq34/s1600-h/HPIM1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286777022387229026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5nsPoWkWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T5Yk-Y-Yq34/s320/HPIM1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took Eric quail hunting. Max the dog has been trained to hunt and he LOVES it. Anytime you say in a quiet voice, "Max, where's the bird?" He goes insane and runs around like a lunatic trying to find the bird. My dad works for the NFL team the Vikings and he takes the players out hunting with him all the time. Jared Allen, he plays the defensive end went with them. He is a really cool, down to earth guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Eric and Jared Allen. Keep in mind that Eric is 6'1&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Jared is huge!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5nYfDm9UI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lwbqlyxeRjQ/s1600-h/HPIM1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286776682930697538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5nYfDm9UI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lwbqlyxeRjQ/s320/HPIM1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone but me went to the Vikings game. I was sick. :( They got to go on the sidelines before the game. I picked a great day to get sick!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister, Mom, Dad, and Eric on the sidelines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5nGFwY1cI/AAAAAAAAATs/kvDzSdeWD5U/s1600-h/122808_Giants_021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286776366901548482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5nGFwY1cI/AAAAAAAAATs/kvDzSdeWD5U/s320/122808_Giants_021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Eric and I goofing around on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5maiX9VvI/AAAAAAAAATk/HeApQc4MnMM/s1600-h/PC215756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286775618669467378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5maiX9VvI/AAAAAAAAATk/HeApQc4MnMM/s320/PC215756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night before we left we were at the mall and stopped at a Kiosk that sells clip on hair extensions. Just for fun we had them put them in our hair to see what it looked like, and we ended up buying them. It's nice being able to have long hair since my hair can only grow a little past my shoulders, and when I am sick of it I just take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo la la! Aren't we sassy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5mAl5TwwI/AAAAAAAAATc/orNX89LPLY4/s1600-h/HPIM1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286775172938056450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5mAl5TwwI/AAAAAAAAATc/orNX89LPLY4/s320/HPIM1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;We are all fighting to be the focal point in the picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5lwX8L8RI/AAAAAAAAATU/btEm77GARW4/s1600-h/HPIM1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286774894314123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5lwX8L8RI/AAAAAAAAATU/btEm77GARW4/s320/HPIM1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max loved to play in the snow. We would throw snowballs and he would catch them. Each time he caught one it made my teeth hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It looks like he dipped his head in a bag of cocaine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5lElFXqYI/AAAAAAAAATE/mstC2o3GYKg/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286774141928057218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5lElFXqYI/AAAAAAAAATE/mstC2o3GYKg/s320/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary I know. We just woke up and I looked scary so I decided to make myself look even scarier for our walk. The orange hat and red lipstick was a nice touch. I was laughing coming down the stairs thinking that I am hilarious for dressing like this, and everyone else will think so too. Eric looked at me without cracking a smile, shook his head and walked away. I thought it was funny. I still went out on our walk looking like a crazy person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5kyvB4MXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lFpHq8Ate08/s1600-h/HPIM1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286773835360121202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5kyvB4MXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lFpHq8Ate08/s320/HPIM1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eric built this snowman. The sign says 'Please Help I'm Dying! I need fresh snow. God Bless.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5kl1LMccI/AAAAAAAAAS0/dPJKnU3jtCw/s1600-h/HPIM1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286773613671510466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5kl1LMccI/AAAAAAAAAS0/dPJKnU3jtCw/s320/HPIM1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Minnesota went by way too fast. I was so sad when we had to leave. I always go in a deep depression when I leave my family. I am grateful for my family and that we all get along. I can't imagine life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CRUISE TO THE CARIBBEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As many of you know I work with a young man, David, who has down syndrome. I have worked with him for over 4 years now. I have grown to love him and his family dearly. In Nov. I went took me on a cruise with them. What a horrible job I have!:) I was David's "buddy" so to speak. We had lots of fun. David was known as the party guy to all the stateroom attendants on our floor. There definitely wasn't a dull moment with David. We went to Key West where we went on a boat ride call the White Knuckle Boat Ride. It was a blast! It's a speed boat that fits maybe 12 people and they do crazy tricks in the water. We were soaked at the end of the ride. David and I went dancing. He stole the show. A circle formed around him and he started break dancing and showing off his famous dance moves. We also went to Cozumel. That was lots of fun walking around and visiting the fun shops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;David and I on the shuttle bus to the airport terminal. He is Mr. Smooth when it comes to the ladies. He is always kissing my hand saying, "My Love". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jZRY80QI/AAAAAAAAASs/zy1Q1dkzkmY/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286772298395472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jZRY80QI/AAAAAAAAASs/zy1Q1dkzkmY/s320/IMG_7987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is our first night on the cruise in the dining room. To the right is David's parents Curt and Gina. They are also known as Ray and Tamara. That is what David calls them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jSNtisqI/AAAAAAAAASk/wH-ngbrFji0/s1600-h/IMG_8013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286772177149014690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jSNtisqI/AAAAAAAAASk/wH-ngbrFji0/s320/IMG_8013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are tired and ready for bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jMf5rwwI/AAAAAAAAASc/SFP9VsPXy14/s1600-h/IMG_8021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286772078952563458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jMf5rwwI/AAAAAAAAASc/SFP9VsPXy14/s320/IMG_8021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my love. (He's the only other man that I am allowed to call my love.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jHM2nvTI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZiVc0PvWp_U/s1600-h/IMG_8024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286771987940097330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5jHM2nvTI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZiVc0PvWp_U/s320/IMG_8024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is David and I dancing at the club. Funny story...He was breaking dancing in the middle of the dance floor and he went down to do the worm and his shoe went flying in the air and his some lady in the stomach. He looked at her and said, "Oops, my bad."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5i_dHOXrI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZAWyqEBkOGg/s1600-h/IMG_8085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286771854865751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5i_dHOXrI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZAWyqEBkOGg/s320/IMG_8085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was taken in Cozumel. The water was crystal blue. It was beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5izz3Hs8I/AAAAAAAAASE/SMb--sE7dIg/s1600-h/IMG_8100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286771654813791170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5izz3Hs8I/AAAAAAAAASE/SMb--sE7dIg/s320/IMG_8100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My two new best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5ikdGOTRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X2GJBNgrrcU/s1600-h/IMG_8105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286771391005084946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5ikdGOTRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X2GJBNgrrcU/s320/IMG_8105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David and Gina. I love this picture! David was mad and a bit crabby because he was tired and hungry so he wasn't about to smile for &lt;strong&gt;anybody&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5ia5pmf2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/vDSQasE3Zuo/s1600-h/IMG_8121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286771226870972258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5ia5pmf2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/vDSQasE3Zuo/s320/IMG_8121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5iULvJCkI/AAAAAAAAARs/DwIGUe4DdJg/s1600-h/IMG_8143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286771111466961474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5iULvJCkI/AAAAAAAAARs/DwIGUe4DdJg/s320/IMG_8143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more funny story. David and I shared a cabin and at night as we were getting ready for bed he was writing in his journal. He was talking out loud to himself as he's writing. He gets this smile on his face and he says, "Who him? Why not?", and he starts busting up laughing like this is the funniest thing has ever heard. It was the funniest thing. I wonder what was going on in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CASA GRAND TRIATHLON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric competed in another triathlon Nov. 1st. He did incredible, and I'm not just saying that because he's my husband. He got 92nd out of 405 and came in 8th in his age division. I have to brag and say that he was insanely busy with school and work that he didn't have time to train, and he rocked that race! Way to go sugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note. I wore flip flops to the triathlon and one of them broke. The thing that separates your big toe from the other toes broke. I look like an idiot walking around trying to hold the strap between my big toe and second toe. I got a safety pin to somewhat secure it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have this huge safety pin sticking out of my flip flop and it's not hard to miss.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about white trash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hsIdsMII/AAAAAAAAARc/CbP4elT54Ys/s1600-h/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286770423393693826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hsIdsMII/AAAAAAAAARc/CbP4elT54Ys/s320/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is after the race.   He doesn't even look tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hnPU8gmI/AAAAAAAAARU/iy_vC_wCL3M/s1600-h/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286770339336716898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hnPU8gmI/AAAAAAAAARU/iy_vC_wCL3M/s320/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eric is about to cross the finish line! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hhRReIGI/AAAAAAAAARM/J-E67qQRNo4/s1600-h/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286770236779798626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hhRReIGI/AAAAAAAAARM/J-E67qQRNo4/s320/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting ready to transition from biking to running &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hUYIMe0I/AAAAAAAAARE/NsAZElEo8Zo/s1600-h/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286770015281642306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hUYIMe0I/AAAAAAAAARE/NsAZElEo8Zo/s320/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting in line for the swimming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hNkwwkNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bjYwdlVMky4/s1600-h/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286769898413920466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5hNkwwkNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bjYwdlVMky4/s320/Minnesota+and+Casa+Grande+Triathlon+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINNESOTA TRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had to be my favorite trip ever! I went to Minnesota in Oct. to visit my family for two weeks. It's absolutely gorgeous there! My parents treated my like royalty! When I arrived there was a sign on the door saying 'Welcome Home Princess'. They take my bags to my room where there is another sign reading 'Princess' Room'. There's a chair in my room with a gift basket full of toiletries and goodies. My mom and dad spoiled me while I was there, and I loved every moment of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Y0KmJ-zI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m-_pXWGG270/s1600-h/HPIM1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760665800375090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Y0KmJ-zI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m-_pXWGG270/s320/HPIM1028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is a nature trail down the street from my parent's home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday we would take Max on a walk. We decided to mix it up and go rollerblading, which we haven't done in like a decade. I wiped out twice the first day. Once, thanks to Max, and the other I was trying to be cool and jump over a curb. Of course it had to be in front of a Club House where everyone could see me. On a Saturday we went and skated in an elementary parking lot and tried to do some tricks and synchronized roller blading. It was lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Yn5JPoSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PV45gIlH54Q/s1600-h/HPIM1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760454957277474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Yn5JPoSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PV45gIlH54Q/s320/HPIM1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am trying to keep my balance and not run over Max with my skates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We liked to walk down the hills on the grass so we wouldn't fall. We are big chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5YcyPCZEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YxYs4p1VqDc/s1600-h/HPIM1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760264123966530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5YcyPCZEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YxYs4p1VqDc/s320/HPIM1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brothers, Joe and Tanner, took me out to a Comedy Impov club. It was hilarious! Tanner, got to actually go up on stage and be in one of the acts. He did awesom! He was witty and funny. If it were me up there I would probably wet my pants and pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5YJzOazBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MDAUxz7VvBA/s1600-h/HPIM1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759937972292626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5YJzOazBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MDAUxz7VvBA/s320/HPIM1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanner, Me, and Joe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Xm3ujFmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/c74kt59c2Lc/s1600-h/HPIM1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759337885374050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Xm3ujFmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/c74kt59c2Lc/s320/HPIM1062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span &gt;Having dinner at Biaggi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and mom took me to an orchird to do some apple picking. They took us on a hay ride to the apple orchird. We had so much fun. We took home 5 10lb. bags of apples. The apples were delicious. They were nice and crisp with a bit of tartness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758888132399570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5XMsRFUdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/37pSCSK64ns/s320/Minnesota+Trip+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;I was trying to pose like I was struggling picking an apple off from the branch. It snapped right off and I almost fell over. I am smooth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5WoZC5RAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Kt7yWIb0V8E/s1600-h/HPIM1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758264497325058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5WoZC5RAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Kt7yWIb0V8E/s320/HPIM1072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5WZNlMNaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1RnxKdFMEhg/s1600-h/HPIM1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758003721909666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5WZNlMNaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1RnxKdFMEhg/s320/HPIM1067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;These were both taken on our hayride over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5WNVqENbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/a9IFAB9_LR8/s1600-h/Minnesota+Trip+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286757799731410354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5WNVqENbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/a9IFAB9_LR8/s320/Minnesota+Trip+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks and I took a 4 mile walk on a beautiful nature trail. It was absolutely gorgeous and I am sad that the pictures did not do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5U4oLZ45I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rCehJD0ha64/s1600-h/Minnesota+Trip+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756344414200722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5U4oLZ45I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rCehJD0ha64/s320/Minnesota+Trip+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is at the beginning of the trail. Max thinks he hears birds in the bushes so he is doing his hunting stance. I thought I' d join him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Ty_DoBGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pGIFlkzJvds/s1600-h/Minnesota+Trip+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755147964744802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Ty_DoBGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pGIFlkzJvds/s320/Minnesota+Trip+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5S8MP0xbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-8FeSvY9o6Y/s1600-h/HPIM1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286754206612768178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5S8MP0xbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-8FeSvY9o6Y/s320/HPIM1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The entire trail was like this. I wish the camera would have shown the leaves falling. Isn't is beautiful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we had a crap load of apples we decided to can most of them. This was my first time canning, and I really enjoyed it. My dad and I canned apple pie filling all Sunday afternoon. We had a system down and everything. We made a good team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Sf6MDC4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8sor_B3fwK0/s1600-h/Minnesota+Trip+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286753720728750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Sf6MDC4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8sor_B3fwK0/s320/Minnesota+Trip+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last night there my parents took everyone to Osaka, a Japenese steak house, for my birthday. My brother Tanner works there as a waitor so we got extra special treatment. They told the waitor that it was my birthday when we first sat down. I didn't think much of it; I figured I'd get sang to and get some ice cream. Towards the end of our meal someone comes up behind me and puts something over my head. It caught me off gaurd. I can see through two tiny wholes and I see a disco ball turning and I hear music playing to a pop rock kinda beat, "It's your birthday, It's your birthday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5RTNMr_II/AAAAAAAAAOw/kJ3VHv-mfis/s1600-h/Minnesota+Trip+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286752402981780610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5RTNMr_II/AAAAAAAAAOw/kJ3VHv-mfis/s320/Minnesota+Trip+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is the beautiful mask they put on me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Q5fBMkTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uTwqGKaR_NQ/s1600-h/Minnesota+Trip+059-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286751961088823602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5Q5fBMkTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uTwqGKaR_NQ/s320/Minnesota+Trip+059-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so sad when my trip had to end. It was wonderful being with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the best time being with them. &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;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-6212092655303605007?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6212092655303605007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=6212092655303605007' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/6212092655303605007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/6212092655303605007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SV5rczgonuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WyWSX-_qrWs/s72-c/PC215773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-4050621286911119562</id><published>2008-10-07T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:00:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100% White Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwGEUqUa9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/XDNEsiONnRU/s1600-h/Kami+Eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254581536569977810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwGEUqUa9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/XDNEsiONnRU/s320/Kami+Eric.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday we had a Halloween White Trash Party. I have always wanted to throw a white trash party, just never did. So, finally Eric and I decided that we would throw one, and I am so glad we did. It was fun setting up for the party. Eric and I hung Christmas lights around the garage and on our patio. Sparkly 5ft. paper skeletons hung on each side of the garage. Spider webs were strung everywhere with cheap black plastic spider rings. Streamers were hung everywhere, and we had an old TV sitting on top of 2 cinder blocks. Pop cans were randomly thrown on the floor. As we were decorating I was telling Eric that the way we are decorating has probably confirmed that we really are white trash. I swear I only see my neighbors when I am in pajama pants, oversized t-shirt, no bra, and nappy hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwF_i019JI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HKQP1NBbG6A/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254581454472869010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwF_i019JI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HKQP1NBbG6A/s320/White+Trash+Party+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's part of the group. I didn't even think about taking a group picture until a few of the couples left. Oops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwEE2Mlk2I/AAAAAAAAANc/TLeUuaZffXw/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254579346548822882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwEE2Mlk2I/AAAAAAAAANc/TLeUuaZffXw/s320/White+Trash+Party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to kick off a white trash party then having Joe Dirt playing? As friends arrived we showed Joe Dirt while we finished cooking our gourmet meal. We had a feast of corn dogs, pizza rolls, and burritos from the frozen section cut up with toothpicks sticking out of them. We also had Doritos, Twinkies, Ding Dongs, licorice, and IBC Root Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric got out his fancy pellet gun and the boys started target shooting. My sweet husband took the box that had all of my greeting cards that were filed and organized, and used it to hold the targets and catch the pellets. I can no longer use that box. Thanks hun! Dallas brought candy cigs and was kind enough to share his smokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwDtPMkGtI/AAAAAAAAANU/2DeF7h0PaaI/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254578940942752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwDtPMkGtI/AAAAAAAAANU/2DeF7h0PaaI/s320/White+Trash+Party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this not a typical white trash picture? 8 month pregnant lady with a gun and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwDOgFaThI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4jhuL3uwg-M/s1600-h/PA030005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254578412900208146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwDOgFaThI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4jhuL3uwg-M/s320/PA030005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwDatqRYRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y22kImRYKtk/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254578622702903570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwDatqRYRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y22kImRYKtk/s320/White+Trash+Party+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my sister Kristianne. Our parents would be so proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had old school music playing and did some break dancing. At first only a couple people had the courage to make fool of themselves and attempt break dancing. So to loosen everybody up we did the Macarena. There was a guy across from our garage reading on his patio and he witnessed everything. I could only imagine what he was thinking. I am sure Eric and I will now be known as the freaks of Bala Desertscapes Apts. After shaking it to the Macarena people loosened up and we made a circle and everyone took a turn bustin’ a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwC72E58CI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4k-Uo6RQUd0/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254578092386152482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwC72E58CI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4k-Uo6RQUd0/s320/White+Trash+Party+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dallas was the only one that could really break dance. He was our winner for the break dancing contest. He won a box of gummy Frankenstein brains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCxFCcRKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gB9-Ds_bTGI/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254577907423790242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCxFCcRKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gB9-Ds_bTGI/s320/White+Trash+Party+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dallas showed us how to do a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;break dance move, and some of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys tried it. This is Cameron &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;putting his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;moves to the test.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jami knows how to get down!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCnJYw0CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kxkimIRnFQs/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254577736792461346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCnJYw0CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kxkimIRnFQs/s320/White+Trash+Party+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCdd1NzqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h1skvwrfiuY/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254577570481819298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCdd1NzqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h1skvwrfiuY/s320/White+Trash+Party+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were all pumped up we went upstairs and sang karaoke. We rocked the house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCR2fm1WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uWe5Xh-UPIE/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254577370943640930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCR2fm1WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uWe5Xh-UPIE/s320/White+Trash+Party+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jose playing the air guitar. Jose also won the best white trash costume award.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCJDNPmYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3Xx7WPMKsiA/s1600-h/PA030013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254577219737459074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwCJDNPmYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3Xx7WPMKsiA/s320/PA030013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was sooo surprised when Eric took the microphone and said he'd sing a song. The man doesn't even sing in church! I gotta hand it to him, he did pretty dang awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwB7NGbwwI/AAAAAAAAAME/8uHEuhkIyQs/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576981875081986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwB7NGbwwI/AAAAAAAAAME/8uHEuhkIyQs/s320/White+Trash+Party+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sang Lady in Red. It was very moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBx3NSahI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jv0wv0a3Wgk/s1600-h/PA030019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576821379426834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBx3NSahI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jv0wv0a3Wgk/s320/PA030019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and I sang a duet to Air Supply’s Making Love out of Nothing at all. I thought I knew most of the words, luckily Bethany saved us not only by knowing the words but with her voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards half way through the songs I was the back up singer/interpreter dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a spitting contest using gum, and ended the night with bashing in a piñata that I had made. It was a tough one to break. I made sure of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBZINUkBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2C0PqGsgvCM/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576396446240786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBZINUkBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2C0PqGsgvCM/s320/White+Trash+Party+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBQvFDFWI/AAAAAAAAALs/8jUHedJFYms/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576252261700962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBQvFDFWI/AAAAAAAAALs/8jUHedJFYms/s320/White+Trash+Party+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBH2OUg-I/AAAAAAAAALk/WrqLR0TgmE8/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576099560817634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwBH2OUg-I/AAAAAAAAALk/WrqLR0TgmE8/s320/White+Trash+Party+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254575945924804178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwA-54o_lI/AAAAAAAAALc/CiYxTuQK7xU/s320/White+Trash+Party+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwA2hCyOPI/AAAAAAAAALU/dxDfRsPKZs8/s1600-h/White+Trash+Party+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254575801817512178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwA2hCyOPI/AAAAAAAAALU/dxDfRsPKZs8/s320/White+Trash+Party+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-4050621286911119562?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4050621286911119562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=4050621286911119562' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/4050621286911119562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/4050621286911119562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/100-white-trash.html' title='100% White Trash'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SOwGEUqUa9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/XDNEsiONnRU/s72-c/Kami+Eric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-7440470615912506004</id><published>2008-09-26T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:47:48.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SN1HoJU9waI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3McOtUTmZqA/s1600-h/key_art_the_office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250431495608058274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SN1HoJU9waI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3McOtUTmZqA/s320/key_art_the_office.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SN1HK18S9fI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Js-zHtpdOGo/s1600-h/the+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, you Office fans, I want to know what you thought of last night's episode.  My cynical husband thinks that Pam and Jim aren't going to make it.  He thinks that Pam will start liking someone in NY.  I have faith in Pam and Jim.  Do you think Andy and Angela are going to go through with the wedding, or will Angela get back together with Dwight?  What about Michael and the new H.R. lady, Holly?  Let me know your predictions for what lies ahead this season.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, who else can't stand Ryan?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confession:  I have dreams about characters from the Office and in my dreams they are my B.F.F.  Is that a cry for help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4231351295984799937-7440470615912506004?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7440470615912506004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=7440470615912506004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/7440470615912506004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/7440470615912506004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-back.html' title='IT&apos;S BACK!'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SN1HoJU9waI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3McOtUTmZqA/s72-c/key_art_the_office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-1445928755513182264</id><published>2008-09-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:20:21.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder Mystery Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8WwixlQVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_MEom4AxSaM/s1600-h/murdre+mystery6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246437114134217042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8WwixlQVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_MEom4AxSaM/s320/murdre+mystery6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eric and I were house sitting for the family I work for and since their home is humongous we decided to take advantage of the space and host a Murder Mystery Dinner Party. We shopped at the D.I. to find the right attire for our character, which was lots of fun. You can find so many "interesting" pieces at the D.I. Since I can't sew I asked one of my Laurels in Young Women's if she could help me out and make the pants I got into peddle pushers. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Capri's&lt;/span&gt;) She did an awesome job. If I couldn't get her to help me I was going to cut them myself&lt;br /&gt;and use staples to hem them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We grilled hamburgers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; and had ice cream sundaes. It was fun to see everyone get in the spirit of the game and become their character. You get to interrogate everyone while making accusations and call people names. It was great!!! I would have to say that it was a successful party and I think everyone enjoyed themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course I forgot my camera so I'd like to thank Jami and Dallas for bringing theirs so I could have pictures to post on my blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246421598538248626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8IparPMbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XwxCFMENgH4/s320/murder+myster3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was set in the year 1959 and Tom (the man that is murdered) is having us all over for a B.B.Q. A sudden rainstorm hits and we all run inside. When the storm subsides we go outside to find that Tom has been MURDERED and one of us did it! Duh duh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;duhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.....&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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8IVnACsnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uZRhYiBNLB8/s1600-h/murder+mystery4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246421258249351794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8IVnACsnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uZRhYiBNLB8/s320/murder+mystery4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8IGE0XVYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/r_jy6JYhXS0/s1600-h/murder+mystery3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246420991375529346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8IGE0XVYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/r_jy6JYhXS0/s320/murder+mystery3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our characters were,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnny Angel:&lt;/strong&gt; A mechanic who can fix anything on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barby Q:&lt;/strong&gt; the dazzling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;" divorcee. Come to find out she is a big hussy. Apparently I must do a good job at playing a hussy because the last time we participated in a murder mystery party my character was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoochie&lt;/span&gt;. So I got into character as I posed with Johnny Angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8HGwkwBFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LWV6OvWbUPY/s1600-h/murder+mystery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246419903609570386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8HGwkwBFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LWV6OvWbUPY/s320/murder+mystery1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8HT6BDubI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dvh1w6myJwQ/s1600-h/murder+mystery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246420129482521010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8HT6BDubI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dvh1w6myJwQ/s320/murder+mystery2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron and Bethany&lt;br /&gt;Also know as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chubby Cheddar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A rock 'n' roll musician who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; made it big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bobby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;National Hula Hoop champion in 1958 and also is Tom's sweet little sister. ( Or is she?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The picture to the right Cameron is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' out to his air guitar and Bethany is Hula Hooping with an imaginary Hula Hoop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8FqTokbgI/AAAAAAAAADs/DXaBkPCnLY4/s1600-h/murder+mystery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246418315292995074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8FqTokbgI/AAAAAAAAADs/DXaBkPCnLY4/s320/murder+mystery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8F52QD5sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5-iexdCsf2Q/s1600-h/murder+mystery7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246418582283478722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" height="310" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8F52QD5sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5-iexdCsf2Q/s320/murder+mystery7.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas and Jami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also known as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Spudnik&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Russian rocket scientist who recently defected to America. He is also a drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiara Diamond:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's fiancee and Newly crowned Miss Kansas City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry folks, Dallas is drinking IBC Rootbeer.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If anyone wants to borrow our game let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can only play it once so it's just sitting in our closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-1445928755513182264?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1445928755513182264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=1445928755513182264' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/1445928755513182264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/1445928755513182264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/murder-mystery-party.html' title='Murder Mystery Party'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SM8WwixlQVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_MEom4AxSaM/s72-c/murdre+mystery6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-275083306990509009</id><published>2008-09-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:33:05.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Low Triathlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this post is long overdue...  We went to Show Low a couple weeks ago with our really good friends, the Comefords.  Eric and Cameron competed in a sprint triathlon.  They rocked that race!  They started out swimming 625 meters, then biked 13 miles, and ran 3 miles.  Eric finished the race in 1 hr. and 27 min.!  He has only done Olympic triathlons so he really enjoyed doing the sprint.  I was so proud of him!  Bethany and I were the devoted cheerleaders.  We are probably the best cheerleaders ever. :)  Yeah, I missed Eric getting out of the pool (apparently he was the 2nd one out)  and when he transitioned from the biking to the running.  I was talking a little too much and wasn't paying attention.  Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Eric and Cameron before the race.  Sorry ladies, I didn't get any pictures of them without their shirts on wearing their skin tight swim shorts.  Bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxdAXp-W3I/AAAAAAAAADA/aWVJtDDUYEs/s1600-h/Eric+and+Cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166327283866482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxdAXp-W3I/AAAAAAAAADA/aWVJtDDUYEs/s320/Eric+and+Cameron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bethany and I taking a time out from doing all of our cheers and cartwheels.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxcySINUuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6iZ7bzMM5_U/s1600-h/Kami+and+Bethany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166085281895138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxcySINUuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6iZ7bzMM5_U/s320/Kami+and+Bethany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who rocks the jukebox? They don't even look tired!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxcdDCo8II/AAAAAAAAACw/8HtzCSTD4fw/s1600-h/101_3126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241165720454754434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxcdDCo8II/AAAAAAAAACw/8HtzCSTD4fw/s320/101_3126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxbsdI0wsI/AAAAAAAAACo/GuosGzuDpMI/s1600-h/101_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at a stud!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxbsdI0wsI/AAAAAAAAACo/GuosGzuDpMI/s1600-h/101_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241164885646426818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxbsdI0wsI/AAAAAAAAACo/GuosGzuDpMI/s320/101_3118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking time to pose with my sweaty man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxbXQ8JtOI/AAAAAAAAACg/mQVSU13VqIs/s1600-h/101_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241164521594795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxbXQ8JtOI/AAAAAAAAACg/mQVSU13VqIs/s320/101_3119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4231351295984799937-275083306990509009?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/275083306990509009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=275083306990509009' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/275083306990509009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/275083306990509009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/show-low-triathlon_01.html' title='Show Low Triathlon'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SLxdAXp-W3I/AAAAAAAAADA/aWVJtDDUYEs/s72-c/Eric+and+Cameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-6886652650423563646</id><published>2008-07-30T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:02:18.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to Idaho</title><content type='html'>We went to Idaho a few weeks ago.  I was so proud of myself for remembering to bring our camera &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;video camera.  I was excited to get pictures so I could post them on the blog.  Since our most recent photo is from like a year ago.  The day we get to Idaho I find out our memory card for the camera is pretty much full.  Out of the 10 day trip I got to take 5 pictures, and not one of Eric and I.  Let me tell you why.  I would walk out of the house thinking that I didn't look too bad.  I would take this opportunity to get a picture of Eric and I since I looked decent.  Every freakin' picture I took I looked like someone had just punched me in the stomach.  I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; kidding.  I looked like I was in pain or maybe constipated.  It was horrible!!!  One eye would be smaller than the other.  My mouth looked like I had had a stroke and half of my face couldn't move.  My posture was all weird.  It was awful.  I wanted to cry!  Even when other people took pictures I would have the same face.  I was so frustrated.  Finally I gave up and didn't want my self-esteem lowered anymore so I took pictures of scenery.  I have come to the conclusion I am not a photogenic person, and that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought well at least I have the video camera.  Yup, I forgot to bring a tape.  I was really annoyed.  Besides all that, it was a great vacation.  It's beautiful in Idaho.  We went boating and my dad was skiing and detached his bicep.  Funny story about that... He had to get surgery on it last week.  When he was in the recovery room and the anesthesia was wearing off he told my mom that the key to running a good triathlon is to eat cinnamon toast. Crazy daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-6886652650423563646?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6886652650423563646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=6886652650423563646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/6886652650423563646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/6886652650423563646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-to-idaho.html' title='Vacation to Idaho'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-8132742013865288354</id><published>2008-06-18T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:09:29.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Gettaway</title><content type='html'>Last Friday Eric took me away to a resort in Scottsdale for our 5 year anniversary.  It was so nice!  He surprised me by taking me to a 4 &lt;em&gt;diamond &lt;/em&gt;restaurant that was at the resort.   We walk in and I already feel out of place.  The waiter pulls out my chair and places the napkin on my lap.  I couldn't help but giggle with a huge grin on my face.  Each course was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;!  Everyone around probably could tell that this was our first time dining in a place like that.  Each dish they brought out I was like, "Whoa!  How cool is this?"  or "Oh, my goodness! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;, try this!" They had a man playing an acoustic guitar the entire time. He was playing a bunch of familiar songs, which got me really excited.  I was trying so hard not to sing along.   Eric would kindly remind me that there is to be no singing.  He had to remind me a few times.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we rented bikes and went for a bike ride on some trails.  The trail was on a golf course and it was beautiful.  We saw bunnies and baby ducks. It was such a fun ride.  Then we got ready and Eric thought it would be fun to spend 5 hours at a dealership.  We traded in our car and got more than what we owed on it, and got a great deal on another car.  I guess it was worth the 5 hours.  We got a dependable car with better gas mileage.  No more worries about the Audi breaking down on us!  Yea!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was fun and relaxing.  We ordered pizza and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SquarePants&lt;/span&gt;.  We went swimming and made up pool games.  It was sad when we had to leave.  I always hate going back to reality.  It was nice to get out and enjoy each other.  Sorry no pictures of this weekend.  I am terrible at taking pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-8132742013865288354?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8132742013865288354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=8132742013865288354' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/8132742013865288354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/8132742013865288354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-gettaway.html' title='Weekend Gettaway'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231351295984799937.post-1720019302663492840</id><published>2008-06-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:25:21.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Adopting and need your help!!!</title><content type='html'>We have been trying to get pregnant for a couple years now and haven't had any luck. We got some testing done and found out that our chances of getting pregnant are slim to none. With fasting and prayer we feel the route to start a family is through adoption. This is where we need your help. If you know of any mother that is placing her baby for adoption please mention us! We are very anxious and excited to start a family! The average time is 2 years for the adoption process. We were told that if we were active about getting the word out about us adopting it could help pick up the pace with the process, and land us with a mom who is choosing adoption. Thank you for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231351295984799937-1720019302663492840?l=theluthylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1720019302663492840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231351295984799937&amp;postID=1720019302663492840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/1720019302663492840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231351295984799937/posts/default/1720019302663492840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theluthylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-adopting-and-need-your-help.html' title='We&apos;re Adopting and need your help!!!'/><author><name>The Luthy Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516614771714061225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_byDWUSnewOk/SNiNF2gO8AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EZ6i4OSQyZA/S220/us+two.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
