<?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-2771706474248009392</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:27:23.905-06:00</updated><category term='us'/><category term='Rockstar'/><category term='Welcom to our CrAzY life'/><category term='who&apos;s kids are these'/><title type='text'>the Hill's                                                                      CrAzY   life</title><subtitle type='html'>Our life unscripted</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-8317676168804424721</id><published>2011-04-17T22:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:21:12.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do these two pictures have in common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36Kr5gfU5w8/Tau7FsFhQZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AH8BPH08B7Y/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36Kr5gfU5w8/Tau7FsFhQZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AH8BPH08B7Y/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596772668346024338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0Ly9KL71M/Tau683BK7OI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Za8eb3PVM8A/s1600/DSCN0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0Ly9KL71M/Tau683BK7OI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Za8eb3PVM8A/s200/DSCN0302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596772516661751010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Let's see last Sunday to be exact.  I was in the kitchen with Blair and we heard the car stereo up way loud with the bass booming.  Curious we went out to the garage to see what was going on.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; We saw little roo dancing her little heart out.  We watched for awhile until she caught a glimpse of us.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
We had to ask her what she was doing and this was her response. "Well I'm waiting for the cars to drive by and throw money at me."
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We weren't sure what to think...where do kids get this stuff?  It just makes me wonder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-8317676168804424721?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8317676168804424721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=8317676168804424721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8317676168804424721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8317676168804424721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-these-two-pictures-have-in.html' title='What do these two pictures have in common?'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36Kr5gfU5w8/Tau7FsFhQZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AH8BPH08B7Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-9053026029467629045</id><published>2011-04-04T09:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:34:36.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do little buzz now big buzz and cars have in common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wKcJwIEbWg/TZnjk3cKFQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/1rje-3RUYiw/s1600/blaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wKcJwIEbWg/TZnjk3cKFQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/1rje-3RUYiw/s200/blaze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591750634854028546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPLMKFnKli0/TZnjkn5wO3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ry9B5xNgdJA/s1600/DSCN9886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPLMKFnKli0/TZnjkn5wO3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ry9B5xNgdJA/s200/DSCN9886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591750630683196274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN-4kM3b5JI/TZnjVFKxJEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UukxyxQAppU/s1600/Unknown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN-4kM3b5JI/TZnjVFKxJEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UukxyxQAppU/s200/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591750363661280322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Can you believe that this cute little boy is now old enough for drivers ed?  Oh my heck!  I can't hardly stand the thought of it.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I've become one of those parents who say, " I can't believe where the time has gone!"  Seriously, I do  not feel any older but yet am keenly aware that I am living with a teenager everyday.  He is a great kid and a typical teenager.  With that being said- 
that is why I am absolutely TERRIFIED at the thought of him driving.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Not to mention the insurance premium that will double!  YIKES...this is scary scary stuff.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
On the flip side it will be nice to have someone that can drive and take the girls places.  However, I remember my older brother wasn't the nicest or the best driver when he HAD to take his little sister places.  It's amazing how we ever survived childhood with siblings isn't it?  Anyway...it will be a new and exciting adventure for the Hill house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-9053026029467629045?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9053026029467629045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=9053026029467629045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/9053026029467629045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/9053026029467629045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-little-buzz-now-big-buzz-and.html' title='What do little buzz now big buzz and cars have in common?'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wKcJwIEbWg/TZnjk3cKFQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/1rje-3RUYiw/s72-c/blaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-8165902714826065354</id><published>2011-03-24T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:55:19.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buses and Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYyhxY3P44U/TYuRGZH7x5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/yDB2UGcxsIg/s1600/Unknown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYyhxY3P44U/TYuRGZH7x5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/yDB2UGcxsIg/s200/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587719301692639122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PLwbbPK1OQ/TYuRRowRQjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EiVx13udLe4/s1600/IMG_9533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PLwbbPK1OQ/TYuRRowRQjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EiVx13udLe4/s200/IMG_9533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587719494866911794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
So this is how my morning routine rolls...I get out of bed get dressed get lunches made then go to each child's room and rudely ruin their blissful sleep.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
My goal is to get everyone up and running by 7:00 a.m.  Most mornings I am met with moans and groans and then slow moving turtles with snappy little mouths.
Most mornings are stressful, but one thing remains the same.  
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My constant race with the bus.  The bus stops by 2 houses down from ours to pick up a kindergartner.  It is when I hear the bus stop my heart starts to race and I go instantly into military drill.  Get in the car, hurry, hurry hurry.  We live in a U shape neighborhood the bus goes up the U on the left and I go on the right.  I am usually able to beat it and have my kids dropped off at the stop before the bus gets there with just seconds to spare.
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Today was a bit of a challenge she didn't stop at the kindergarteners home I panicked.  My groove was thrown off.  I almost ran the stop sign...she was already at the bus stop and picking up kids.  Ugh I was waiting for cars and watching her pull away.  As I turned to go to the bus stop a miracle happened.  She stopped the bus (just special for my kids),..I was so so happy.  Thank you kind bus driver lady!  You made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-8165902714826065354?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8165902714826065354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=8165902714826065354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8165902714826065354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8165902714826065354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/buses-and-children.html' title='Buses and Children'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYyhxY3P44U/TYuRGZH7x5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/yDB2UGcxsIg/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-2270716605096808929</id><published>2011-03-09T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:45:58.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWWJYSKBFqg/TXe8p0hCkYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4-EUM95aHq8/s1600/DSCN0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWWJYSKBFqg/TXe8p0hCkYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4-EUM95aHq8/s200/DSCN0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582137689806901634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVLCREwuiPc/TXe8nheG0II/AAAAAAAAAU0/HZ8llDIFArQ/s1600/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVLCREwuiPc/TXe8nheG0II/AAAAAAAAAU0/HZ8llDIFArQ/s200/DSCN0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582137650334584962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Blair and got a moment to escape reality.  I went on a business trip to Las Vegas and got to take my bestest friend.  It was nice to have someone as amazing as him to lay by each night.   We decided since we were so close to California we would take our rental car and head for the beach.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
It took 6 fun hours of driving and much anticipation...finally we made it to San Diego. We checked into our hotel then off to find the beach.  We headed to Mission Bay it was packed.   We kept driving to La Jolla.  We took a road that headed to beach front and ran into a surfer.  Blair asked where the best place to enjoy the beach was and he said "Big Rock".  It was only a mile up the road. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
To our surprise we had the beach mostly to ourselves.  We spent the rest of the day there.  Watched the sunset there.  It was heaven!   I am so lucky I got to spend a week with my love of my life and enjoy two days of beach fun and sun.   So so lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-2270716605096808929?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2270716605096808929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=2270716605096808929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2270716605096808929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2270716605096808929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/moment-of-heaven.html' title='A moment of Heaven'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWWJYSKBFqg/TXe8p0hCkYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4-EUM95aHq8/s72-c/DSCN0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-2962251926272008639</id><published>2011-03-07T11:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:53:59.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Let's see I think I'm going to try to do better at this blog thing.  Not that I have a great following or anything.  Just want to document my life as it happens.  So this post is short and sweet...more to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-2962251926272008639?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2962251926272008639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=2962251926272008639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2962251926272008639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2962251926272008639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-5823596240194312085</id><published>2010-05-27T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:36:02.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SERIOUSLY</title><content type='html'>When do you stop taking life seriously.  Lately my stream of never ending bad luck has caught up with me and I don't know how much more I can take.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
With that being said seriously sick of taking life so responsible, so serious so I don't know...so I want to know how you all take life when it gets to be a little too SERIOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-5823596240194312085?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5823596240194312085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=5823596240194312085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5823596240194312085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5823596240194312085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/seriously.html' title='SERIOUSLY'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-4344937133042641507</id><published>2010-03-16T22:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:30:18.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S6BW2p_2AbI/AAAAAAAAATE/-fWfGPQiePo/s1600-h/DSC_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S6BW2p_2AbI/AAAAAAAAATE/-fWfGPQiePo/s200/DSC_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449451046104859058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17 years and counti&lt;/span&gt;ng&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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On March 17 it will be 17 years since my dear sweet hubby asked me to marry him.  17 years sounds like a long time and I know that I can't possibly be that OLD!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Anyway...what has 17 years brought us...we'll I'd like to say that since he asked me to marry him on St. Patrick's Day that the Luck of the Irish has blessed us for all of those years....well it hasn't.  Don't get me wrong we've been lucky---I just think that our 17 years have seen more bad luck then good...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
For instance- who books a trip to Mexico and then gets told the wrong directions and misses their flight to paradise---the Hill's&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Who books a vacation to Disneyland the day after Christmas and has to wait outside the gates of Disneyland because they reached capacity and will only let a person in when one person leaves....the Hill's&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Who buys a house at the hight of the market in Utah and then has to sell ( hopefully someone will buy it )it at a BIG loss due to the economy--the Hill's&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Who go moves out of their beautiful house - rents it and moves into a small rental house only to have to move again into an even smaller space like Blair's grandma's basement---The Hill's&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Anyway...enough with the bad stuff- even though they were bad and miserable they have been some of the most memorable and defining moments in our marriage.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I am Lucky to have someone who loves me so completely through all of these years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-4344937133042641507?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4344937133042641507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=4344937133042641507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4344937133042641507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4344937133042641507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/17-years-and-counting-on-march-17-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S6BW2p_2AbI/AAAAAAAAATE/-fWfGPQiePo/s72-c/DSC_0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-6683425936782272286</id><published>2010-01-17T21:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:51:02.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Hills Warmly Welcome 2010 with....&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
A fun family adventure at a cabin near Jackson Hole. It was so fun to get away from it all.  We had different snacks each hour to count down to mid-night as well as fun filled game a of monopoly- Mojo was the winner. Not surprising she is our entrepreneur. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ran in the new year with a little bubbly and went to bed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Next day we spent a big share of the day in Jackson Hole.  First stop the Aquatic center, then enjoyed the town with out all the tourist, Jackson Hole is a whole other town in the off season.  Loved the snow and the shopping. Topped the evening by eating at Merry Piglets- fantastic mexican restaurant!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 With all the play comes the pain?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
1. Cheeto cat surgery repaired a fractured femur and removed bullets&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
2. Husband had surgery - tonsils out -pallet rebuilt- tongue clipped and nose bone scrapped.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
3. One week after surgery  husband struck with kidney stones that will need to be surgically     removed&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
4. Two kids with ear infections.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
5. One lil roo trying to express her independence by kungfu fighting with the older two!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Add this all together and you get one very tired, very ornery, worn out MOM! So the lesson I've learned is to never resolve to say this year will be better than the last when it comes to New Year Resolutions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-6683425936782272286?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6683425936782272286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=6683425936782272286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6683425936782272286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6683425936782272286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/hills-warmly-welcome-2010-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-377547805953132402</id><published>2009-12-05T14:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:03:46.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SxrXg3kw-6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/eaaLOlgcdk4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SxrXg3kw-6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/eaaLOlgcdk4/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411874861913013154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
oh my did we have a fun girls night our last night.  We Mojo her friend and lil roo and I were 14 rows away from David.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I was curious how they would act because this was their first ever real live concert.  It was fun to watch them cover their ears because of the noise and then slowly get into dancing, screaming, and having fun!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Lil roo called it quits about 9:30 and feel asleep exhausted from all the excitement. The other two did not want to stop!  So Cute.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
We bought a poster of the boy and this morning it was already up on the wall, lil roo walked up to it started singing "crush" and then kissed him on the lips- lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-377547805953132402?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/377547805953132402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=377547805953132402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/377547805953132402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/377547805953132402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/david-archuleta.html' title='David Archuleta'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SxrXg3kw-6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/eaaLOlgcdk4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-6678487021124126038</id><published>2009-10-17T16:32:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:36:34.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning Long Post..it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>So I thought I'd just highlight a few Hill family happenings:
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Back to school- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Buzzy boy started 7th grade, Mojo is in 4th grade ( and has my mom for a teacher) and Lil Roo is loved so much that her mom didn't want to send her to school until next year. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwonkxKCsiI/AAAAAAAAARY/NN-xJxWT_zw/s1600/DSCN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwonkxKCsiI/AAAAAAAAARY/NN-xJxWT_zw/s200/DSCN0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407177815235932706" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwooG3L3Z9I/AAAAAAAAARg/T38dO27DAFc/s1600/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwooG3L3Z9I/AAAAAAAAARg/T38dO27DAFc/s200/DSCN0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407178400969746386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Jenn survived BYU-Idaho back to school rush- Blair made several trips in the truck hauling fuel up and down the 15 corridor. The kids settled into school and our desktop and laptop computers quit working on the same day!  The desktop was returned and fixed after 5 days but the laptop was doa -fried motherboard talk about luck!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; We were able to have some family pictures in there - here are just a few of my favorites:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwopBzLZ_tI/AAAAAAAAARo/UsoWsG79Jvc/s1600/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwopBzLZ_tI/AAAAAAAAARo/UsoWsG79Jvc/s200/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407179413506358994" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwopacG7-AI/AAAAAAAAARw/jIVuDZyOpr4/s1600/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwopacG7-AI/AAAAAAAAARw/jIVuDZyOpr4/s200/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407179836810328066" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwopxyH9cSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CkT45pgMgyE/s1600/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwopxyH9cSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CkT45pgMgyE/s200/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407180237857190178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwoqFbkPb0I/AAAAAAAAASA/JaAva_zCEuU/s1600/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwoqFbkPb0I/AAAAAAAAASA/JaAva_zCEuU/s200/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407180575399178050" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwoqbssEZJI/AAAAAAAAASI/OaAwmg7cGwU/s1600/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwoqbssEZJI/AAAAAAAAASI/OaAwmg7cGwU/s200/Copy+of+fam+pic+09+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407180957952533650"&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;/&gt;&lt;/a&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;October:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seems like everyone has managed to dodge the swine flu.  We've had touches of tummy troubles but for the most part have remained healthy. Lil Roo has finally been able to go to daycare with out getting so upset that she make herself throw up.. and I have been able to go to work without make-up smeared all over my face from crying because of Lil Roo's upsets...to me that is progress.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Another fun October happening was potato harvest the kids got a whole week out of school great for them...stress for me.  However, I was lucky to have help from my sister, mom and a fun teenage babysitter so they could all stay home and sleep in! Buzzy boy had fun gleening potatoes for his ym activity- and we've enjoyed potatoes straight from the field- YUMMY!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
The kids had a fun "parent-less"  Halloween -  Buzzy boy was a moto crosser Mojo was a twister game and lil roo will be Hannah Montana glam-a-fied!  She is so excited.  I missed out on the fun however, I was is in Las Vegas for training. Blair flew down and spent a couple days checking out the Vegas scene together. It's been a busy couple of months and I hope to do better at keeping this blog up!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-6678487021124126038?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6678487021124126038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=6678487021124126038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6678487021124126038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6678487021124126038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/warning-long-postits-been-awhile.html' title='Warning Long Post..it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SwonkxKCsiI/AAAAAAAAARY/NN-xJxWT_zw/s72-c/DSCN0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-6720522691268210089</id><published>2009-08-03T22:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:56:35.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sne9HwDcIgI/AAAAAAAAARM/bmnMZoBK-HU/s1600-h/may-july+09+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sne9HwDcIgI/AAAAAAAAARM/bmnMZoBK-HU/s200/may-july+09+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365965421891297794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Our lives have not been the same since I've gone back to work. Summer fun moments have been few and far between.  However, we did find some time over the 4th of July to create some family fun.  We went to the Riot Zone and to our surprise there wasn't a lot of people there. In fact I think we had the place to ourselves.  We had a great time!  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I loved chasing the kids with the tubes, and we all laughed on the bouncy toys and to top the day off we enjoyed a Lime Rickey, french fries, and an ice cream cone from Arctic Circle.  Gotta love creating memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-6720522691268210089?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6720522691268210089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=6720522691268210089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6720522691268210089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6720522691268210089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sne9HwDcIgI/AAAAAAAAARM/bmnMZoBK-HU/s72-c/may-july+09+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-2133714397812720993</id><published>2009-06-06T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:49:20.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it get any CRAZIER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sis2kL2DtaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PqGKn9Zuoic/s1600-h/banner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sis2kL2DtaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PqGKn9Zuoic/s320/banner.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344425378087941538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Okay so Blair's old job called him back....Never guess that the good ole Bookstore would call &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; back! Seriously....strange turn of events - but what a blessing at the same time.
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Now we have two houses in two different states.  I have a rental house in Rexburg and an amazing weekend house (still for sell) in Utah. I really don't know how all of this will work out.  All I can pray is that we will be able to live all together as a family soon.  I don't really want to do the single working mom thing.  I hate the challenge of finding good child care for the kids and only being able to see Blair on the weekends.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Seriously, having a great job with benefits is so appreciated and such a blessing- and how it all came about really strengthened my testimony that the Lord does know us each individually now.....I just want it to all work out- the house to sell, Blair to find a great job in Idaho and for us to be a family. Is that asking too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-2133714397812720993?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2133714397812720993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=2133714397812720993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2133714397812720993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2133714397812720993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-it-get-any-crazier.html' title='Can it get any CRAZIER?'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sis2kL2DtaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PqGKn9Zuoic/s72-c/banner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-4782283142799395912</id><published>2009-05-15T22:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:57:39.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Bad KARMA stick twice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sg5GC8rVk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZHZ5x5WQqOQ/s1600-h/whlogoSmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 47px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sg5GC8rVk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZHZ5x5WQqOQ/s320/whlogoSmall.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336279624942195570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Well really our life is just a yo-yo of events.  Our most recent turn of events started with a telephone call from Woodside- Blair's previous employer.  They need an "Assistant" for three housing developments.  Blair will start work soon which is good and bad.  The good is Blair has work - YEA!  The bad is they are paying him 1/2 what he made working as a Superintendent and the job is temporary - maybe 6 months to a year- and NO benefits.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; 
It's simply crazy to me!  However, I am grateful for him get back to work doing what he loves, even if it's a "demotion" in some respects.  Woodside is so lucky to get such a hard worker for such a steal of a deal.  It's hard not to be too cynical at this point - Anyway.... Enough said- We'll have to see where this ride leads us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-4782283142799395912?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4782283142799395912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=4782283142799395912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4782283142799395912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4782283142799395912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-bad-karma-stick-twice.html' title='Can Bad KARMA stick twice?'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sg5GC8rVk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZHZ5x5WQqOQ/s72-c/whlogoSmall.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-895412036659564520</id><published>2009-05-12T15:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:26:30.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of my Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SgnnS_gn8NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Rolg9lffkpc/s1600-h/april-may+09+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SgnnS_gn8NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Rolg9lffkpc/s320/april-may+09+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335049547068993746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is my mother's day gift!  I love it!  It makes me so happy- I am so lucky to be a mom and have such wonderful children who make me smile everyday!  LOVE them LOTS!
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SgnnHPeN-GI/AAAAAAAAAQU/z-muBnqiYAU/s1600-h/april-may+09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SgnnHPeN-GI/AAAAAAAAAQU/z-muBnqiYAU/s320/april-may+09+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335049345195440226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I don't know what it is about dandelion bouquets that make my life as a mom a little sweeter.  There is nothing more precious  then seeing the darling brown and sparkling blue eyes of my two daughters gleem with pride as they hand over all the beautiful yellow flowers they could find!  Ah it's moments like these that melt my heart and make me so proud to be a mom!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-895412036659564520?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/895412036659564520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=895412036659564520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/895412036659564520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/895412036659564520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of my Favorite Things'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SgnnS_gn8NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Rolg9lffkpc/s72-c/april-may+09+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-8665427684314916442</id><published>2009-04-20T22:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:25:37.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do these 3 things have in common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Se1ThoUg15I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jz-hTtN0OS4/s320/police.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327005771473409938"&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Se1Oqijk8mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rJMEedXXiWw/s200/IMG_0472a_00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327000426986664546"  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Se1TBzfSEZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pL1y6WLYJp4/s320/dirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327005224715555218"" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;. Blaze wants to be a dirtbike cop when he grows up.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;  Blaze out ran the cop on his dirt bike&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;  Blaze had his first run in with the law because of the dirtbike.
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If you guessed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; you are right.  Tonight Blaze called us to the front door tearfully- at first I thought he wrecked his dirt bike and had gotten hurt - but then saw the Clinton City police car and officer coming up to the front door behind Blaze.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
My first impression was of shock not sure what is going to happen.  The officer explained that he could fine us up to $3,000.00 and make it so Blaze could not get his drivers license until he was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I was stunned!  I wasn't aware of the law.  As parents we told Blaze it was okay to ride his dirt bike in an open field by our house.  Well the field is being developed for homes so it's private property...anyway.  We told him it was okay to ride there. Well after tonight we know the law.  First, no dirt bike can be rode on the road.  Second, can't ride a dirt bike that is not licensed.  Third, can't ride a dirt bike on public land unless Blaze has taken a riding course.  So for each offense it's a $1, 000.00!  Lastly, the officer said that we could be charged as parents for contributing to a minor - I thought that was only alcohol but its for driving without a license too!  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So tonight, I am grateful for a cop who wasn't on a power trip to make and example out of Blaze---I know the whole experience made a lasting impression on us all.  Needless to say no more dirt bike riding for us! Unless, it's on private property!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-8665427684314916442?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8665427684314916442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=8665427684314916442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8665427684314916442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8665427684314916442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-these-3-things-have-in-common.html' title='What do these 3 things have in common?'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Se1ThoUg15I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jz-hTtN0OS4/s72-c/police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-6262211579493574902</id><published>2009-04-14T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:30:12.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Spring Break Vacation</title><content type='html'>Drive -In Movie style..enjoy

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So do any of you have some great budget friendly get-aways for spring break?  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

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We are using the "Secret" and I am putting my order out to the universe and know that Blair will be enjoying a new job around the first of April. For those of you who don't know what the secret is -google it.  I really believe it works - so here's to a new job and a fun family vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-5881115185256763385?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5881115185256763385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=5881115185256763385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5881115185256763385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5881115185256763385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-plan.html' title='New Plan'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Scp-GYu0muI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2ZkBqjwW0o4/s72-c/summary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-897545929692932342</id><published>2009-03-15T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:35:57.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Place on Eath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sb3W_vJIgsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O-3qhwXxc_8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sb3W_vJIgsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O-3qhwXxc_8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313639525841928898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
 
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay- I am enlisting help from you all who read my blog.  I am trying to plan a budget friendly family vacation to Disneyland and San Deigo.  We will be leaving over spring break and I would love any tips or websites or must see ideas.
This is what I need to know- Have any of you heard or used the Southern California City Pass?  It sounds like a great thing.  You get admission to the following six attractions:
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3-day Disneyland® Resort Park Hopper® Bonus Ticket* valid for admission to both Disneyland® Park and Disney’s California Adventure® Park
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1-day admission ticket to SeaWorld Adventure Park® San Diego
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1-day admission ticket to the San Diego Zoo® or San Diego Zoo® Wild Animal Park
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1-day admission ticket to Universal Studios Hollywood™© 
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The best way to purchase this is through Costco and it averages out to be around $200.00 a person.
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My next question is we will be spending 4 nights in Anaheim and then driving to San Deigo to hopefully rent a beach house for 2 days.  Do any of you have any ideas on great beaches to try?  Or any suggestions on websites to find beach houses?
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 Time is limited so if you have suggestions please comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-897545929692932342?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/897545929692932342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=897545929692932342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/897545929692932342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/897545929692932342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiest-place-on-eath.html' title='Happiest Place on Eath'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/Sb3W_vJIgsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O-3qhwXxc_8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-3739336301506523781</id><published>2009-03-06T22:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:44:55.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krispy Kreme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SbIImA0Ty0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/xt6ZERUATyc/s1600-h/glow150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SbIImA0Ty0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/xt6ZERUATyc/s320/glow150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316359770688322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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My kids have trained me to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; and go to krispy kreme donuts whenever the light is on for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hot delicious donut, but tonight to our dismay learned they have a new policy.  You now have to purchase something to get a "free" donut.  I was so unimpressed.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;However being the good mom that I am,  couldn't look at Candace's sad  face and empty hands-so I bought a dozen fresh donuts! Lesson learned Nothing is Ever &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-3739336301506523781?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3739336301506523781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=3739336301506523781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/3739336301506523781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/3739336301506523781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/krispy-kreme.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SbIImA0Ty0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/xt6ZERUATyc/s72-c/glow150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-768119542168052316</id><published>2009-03-04T22:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:53:50.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's the month of March or the reflective mood I am in, I just can't help but feel Lucky.
I am lucky to have such wonderful family and friends.
I am lucky to have the gospel in my life.
I am lucky to be a mom.
I am lucky to be blessed with all that I have.
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Although, at times I have been bitter about the trials our family is going through I still find it amazing how lucky I am to have witnessed tender mercies of the Lord in my life.  At times I have really wondered what kind sense of humor my Heavenly Father has.  Doesn't he know me....doesn't he realize I have been pushed to what I think are my very limits?  ( which never tell the Lord you can't take anymore because he will show you that you can )...thus&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;More trials come&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I have learned that he knows me better then I know myself.  I have learned that I am not the one driving this car I call my life- someone else is and he is trying to teach me to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt; the journey.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I don't want pity- I just want to let those of you who have been there through it all to know how much you mean to me. I really am Lucky!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-768119542168052316?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/768119542168052316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=768119542168052316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/768119542168052316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/768119542168052316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-8092074811599055205</id><published>2009-02-14T14:17:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:11:19.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SZc1YstRJhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yUC4teOZxNw/s1600-h/Jan+-+Feb+09+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SZc1YstRJhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yUC4teOZxNw/s200/Jan+-+Feb+09+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302765784686208530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since it's Valentine's Day I thought this picture of Candace was appropriate. She gets a kick taking pictures of herself or random stuff. She's too fun.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I'm wondering what Valentines traditions you all have?  Please share. I'd love to know how you all celebrate.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gluten Free Sugar Cookies&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SZc1mmFN3KI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QYEuD4g_miY/s1600-h/Jan+-+Feb+09+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SZc1mmFN3KI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QYEuD4g_miY/s200/Jan+-+Feb+09+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302766023425776802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for those you you who know me, know that I do not have fun trying to cook my Gluten Free way.  Today I thought I would attempt to make sugar cookies. Boy was it an adventure.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  First off the dough is extremely sticky and then you have to use lots of gluten free flour which costs $5.00 for 2 cups I ended up using 4 cups of flour to keep them from sticking while getting cut out and more flour on the pan so I could scoop them out. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What a joke!  Anyway, I am proud to say they turned out pretty good.  I'll have to attempt to make them again when I'm feeling RICH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-8092074811599055205?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8092074811599055205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=8092074811599055205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8092074811599055205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8092074811599055205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiss-me.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Kiss Me&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SZc1YstRJhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yUC4teOZxNw/s72-c/Jan+-+Feb+09+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-8752709456338991237</id><published>2009-02-08T22:34:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:13:51.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged  My letter is the letter B. In this tag I am to write down ten things I love that start with the letter B.
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1.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; BEING A MOM&lt;/span&gt;- this one has taken me awhile to get the hang of- my kids have taught me so much.  I just find it overwhelming to be responsible for the future of our country.  I have so many hopes and dreams for each one of my children.  They are a blessing in my life and I can't imagine missing out on such an awesome adventure!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;- I love my boys Blair and Blaze. They have taught me so much and seem to have an endless amount of curiosity, love for things with motors and a great way of showing love and appreciation for the things I do for them. They inspire me to want to me a better wife and mom.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; - I love all my friends out there who have supported and encouraged me through all my ups and downs. Bethany- love the elevator talks :)  Kandis -love the way you always know the right time to call I just wish Buffalo wasn't so far away!  Jess- love the crazy bookstore stories!  Jane - Camex Rocked!  Melody-thanks for all the encouragement and advice.  Linda- truly an answer to prayer. Kirstine love the morning walks &amp; talks. Melanie the best sis anyone could have. Kelsie for always stopping by to see me when your in town.   Karen- thanks for never giving up on me ( you are not a stalker )JaNae- love that we can always start where we left off. There are many more so please know if you weren't listed it wasn't because I didn't love Ya!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUBBLE BATHS&lt;/span&gt;- Can't have too many "Calgon" moments&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
5.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BACK RUBS&lt;/span&gt; - Just like the bubble baths you can't have too many.  I so look forward to any massages or free back rubs from my honey.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOOKS&lt;/span&gt;- I haven't always loved to read, but through the years have found reading to be quite an escape.  I read the Twilight series and would have loved to have never read the fourth book at all! Breaking Dawn - big disappointment for me---anyway I read all types I love the Peace giver and am reading Broken things to Mend- ( thanks Val)  it has been very inspiring definitely a must read.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRIGHT RED SPORTS CAR&lt;/span&gt;- I dream of owning a vintage Mustang with the pony package.  I have pretty particular specs for this car and one day I know I will have it and can't wait to hear the engine roar and my hair fly in the breeze!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEING BROKE&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - since we are a causality of the economic depression we have become very resourceful and  we have tried to be very creative with family outings and grocery shopping.  I coupon shop and price match.  We have lots of fun playing board games for family time.  Ashley rocks at monopoly - she is going to be very rich someday! I am not saying it's easy to be broke it just makes you be more creative which isn't all bad. 
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9.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; BEAUTIFUL HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; - I love my beautiful two story home.  It has an amazing rock fireplace and four huge bedrooms.  I feel so blessed to have it...however as mentioned above it's hard to make house payments when you are broke and neither one of you have jobs - So if any one is interested in buying a 3600 square foot home in Clinton leave a comment and we'll make a deal!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLESSINGS&lt;/span&gt; - It's not all doom and gloom.  I can say I have been blessed through these last months of HELL oh oops I mean trials, sufferings, lamenting and gnashing of teeth!  Seriously, I am grateful to have the gospel in my life to have witnessed my Saviors love and concern for me and my family during this time.  When I have days of despair there is usually a phone call, a letter or someone there to encourage me.  When it doesn't look like we are going to have enough money for a bill or medicine graciously someone anonymously or family has sent us money in the mail.  I do know that the Lord is mindful of me and I am so blessed to have wonderful family and friends who are there to answer my prayers.  I am so very blessed to have such tender mercies in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-8752709456338991237?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8752709456338991237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=8752709456338991237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8752709456338991237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8752709456338991237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-b.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-5382925528950478885</id><published>2009-01-20T17:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:13:39.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodside Bankrupt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SXZmh1gNNMI/AAAAAAAAANE/MisfAeoU4rc/s1600-h/woodside_homes-logoL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SXZmh1gNNMI/AAAAAAAAANE/MisfAeoU4rc/s320/woodside_homes-logoL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293531143504475330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
And my husband is out of a job! Due to the economic down turn Blair was let go from his job as Construction Superintendent for Woodside Homes on November 21, 2008.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; At the present time and after several job applications he has not found work. I am using my blog as a networking tool.  If anyone out there has any contacts or knows of any job openings we would appreciate it so much. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  He has a bachelors degree in Construction Management, and is open to possibilities both in and out of the construction industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-5382925528950478885?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5382925528950478885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=5382925528950478885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5382925528950478885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5382925528950478885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/woodside-bankrupt.html' title='Woodside Bankrupt'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SXZmh1gNNMI/AAAAAAAAANE/MisfAeoU4rc/s72-c/woodside_homes-logoL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-5780791740043845028</id><published>2009-01-19T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:16:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://widget-f6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param value="http://widget-f6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="noscale" name="scale"/&gt;&lt;param value="l" name="salign"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt; &lt;param value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3458764513824790262&amp;site=widget-f6.slide.com" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824790262&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p1/3458764513824790262/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824790262&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p2/3458764513824790262/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824790262&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p4/3458764513824790262/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

Here are a few traditions and photos from Christmas Eve 2008.  I think the kids loved throwing carrots on the roof for Santa's reindeer!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-5780791740043845028?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5780791740043845028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=5780791740043845028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5780791740043845028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5780791740043845028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve-2008_19.html' title='Christmas Eve 2008'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-8679094686867292255</id><published>2009-01-15T14:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:18:29.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOWERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW-niU5nEAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dRrwk6UyXyo/s1600-h/jan+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW-niU5nEAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dRrwk6UyXyo/s320/jan+09+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291632295351357442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Sorry, I have to jump to the present, then I will go back and post Christmas.  Gosh it's a bummer when you have to play catch up.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Anyway I just received these beautiful flowers from one of my most amazing friends.  I can't tell her enough how much she has been an answer to my prayers these past &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRAZY &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;months. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; 

Thanks so very much they brightened my day...but most of all I appreciate your kindness and listening ears especially with all the DRAMA...Love ya lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-8679094686867292255?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8679094686867292255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=8679094686867292255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8679094686867292255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8679094686867292255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/flowers.html' title='FLOWERS'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW-niU5nEAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dRrwk6UyXyo/s72-c/jan+09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-2550808366523059736</id><published>2009-01-14T16:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:12:17.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's past...but  here is what the Hill's were doing 2 weeks before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW57FUdJp2I/AAAAAAAAAME/Jy_2i61RNPw/s1600-h/oct08+-jan09+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW57FUdJp2I/AAAAAAAAAME/Jy_2i61RNPw/s200/oct08+-jan09+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291301943527450466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW57YQDle4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/_psG8V-9H5M/s1600-h/oct08+-jan09+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW57YQDle4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/_psG8V-9H5M/s200/oct08+-jan09+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291302268763995010" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW59PyHeKDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uJbCkI2Qek8/s1600-h/oct08+-jan09+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW59PyHeKDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uJbCkI2Qek8/s200/oct08+-jan09+077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291304322311530546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blaze had a Christmas Choir concert at Madison Middle School...doesn't he look handsome ( he's the one with the red tie )? He really did sing too.  It was a fun concert.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Ashley enjoyed making a gingerbread house in Mrs. Davis' 3rd grade class, she even made a fun Christmas gift. I'll share what is was when I post Christmas.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; For those of you in Idaho you know that it was snowing and blowing so the kids took a picture moment outside great grandma's house to show how much snow was there. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you look at the neighbors house there is a snow drift that is almost as tall as there roof! The picture didn't turn out as good as I had hoped.  There were snow drifts as tall has my suburban on 7th south.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It had been a long time since I'd seen winter like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-2550808366523059736?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2550808366523059736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=2550808366523059736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2550808366523059736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2550808366523059736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-its-pastbut-here-is-what-hills.html' title='I know it&apos;s past...but  here is what the Hill&apos;s were doing 2 weeks before Christmas'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW57FUdJp2I/AAAAAAAAAME/Jy_2i61RNPw/s72-c/oct08+-jan09+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-3331477376265680329</id><published>2009-01-13T20:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:01:37.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaze Turns 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW1hvFoXfqI/AAAAAAAAALk/BV863DWrqLg/s1600-h/oct08+-jan09+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW1hvFoXfqI/AAAAAAAAALk/BV863DWrqLg/s200/oct08+-jan09+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290992598823435938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I'm a bit behind- so please be patient.  On the 7th of December Blaze turned 12. I am so proud of what a good kid he's turned out to be.  He actually turned 12 on Sunday so he was able to get the priesthood that day.  He bore his testimony and I cried- he really has the spirit and testimony of the gospel...I am grateful for all the good examples and teachers that have helped him.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW1jjbG66aI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j8_VtQ7Dyrc/s1600-h/oct08+-jan09+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW1jjbG66aI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j8_VtQ7Dyrc/s200/oct08+-jan09+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290994597453556130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We took Blaze to Toads (a fun all place) for some FUN- loved the go karts!
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW1ieP-CkmI/AAAAAAAAALs/BE4inl3Hgaw/s1600-h/oct08+-jan09+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW1ieP-CkmI/AAAAAAAAALs/BE4inl3Hgaw/s200/oct08+-jan09+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290993409052545634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't he the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CUTEST&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DEACON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-3331477376265680329?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3331477376265680329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=3331477376265680329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/3331477376265680329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/3331477376265680329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/blaze.html' title='Blaze Turns 12'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SW1hvFoXfqI/AAAAAAAAALk/BV863DWrqLg/s72-c/oct08+-jan09+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-4025167871319863164</id><published>2008-12-13T17:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:57:56.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Okay - Here's what you do&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Leave a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot...anything you remember!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I look foward to reading them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-4025167871319863164?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4025167871319863164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=4025167871319863164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4025167871319863164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4025167871319863164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-1566919832068491905</id><published>2008-12-04T15:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:35:41.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Festive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SThaSZS7MMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RUF351-QWCg/s1600-h/October+2008+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SThaSZS7MMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RUF351-QWCg/s200/October+2008+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276066235538944194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ashley was feeling the Christmas spirit and was begging me to set up our tree. So I found the tree and she and Candace went to town putting on all the ornaments.  They were so excited to see all the different ones and did a GREAT job putting them up.
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I was so grateful that I didn't have to fuss with the tree the girls did it all.  I got more joy and entertainment watching their expressions as they put each ornament on.  So we have the tree up ornaments on now for the Santa Letters- are my kids on the Naughty or Nice List??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-1566919832068491905?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1566919832068491905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=1566919832068491905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/1566919832068491905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/1566919832068491905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/setting-up-tree.html' title='Feeling Festive'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SThaSZS7MMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RUF351-QWCg/s72-c/October+2008+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-5562616256465733383</id><published>2008-11-30T22:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:50:44.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Fun</title><content type='html'>Yes, I was one of those crazy 3 A.M. bargain shoppers.  However, this year I got my son into it.  He wanted a Ripstik G for his birthday.  Fred Meyer had them 1/2 off so I told him if he wanted one he'd have to get up early and get it.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
It was so fun seeing his excitement grow as we waited outside in the Idaho cold.  Then he was AMAZED that people were running in the store - something he normally would have gotten in trouble for he could actually do.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Long story short he got his Ripstik and we were able to shop Walmart too and find more deals.  He and I had a great time!  He is already asking if he can come next year----He's hooked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-5562616256465733383?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5562616256465733383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=5562616256465733383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5562616256465733383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5562616256465733383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoppingt-fun.html' title='Shopping Fun'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-7800723359074729205</id><published>2008-11-26T16:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:00:40.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SS3e50LFUXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lmPZbSnPTnw/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SS3e50LFUXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lmPZbSnPTnw/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273115823559758194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I came across this saying, "Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving"&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

It really made me stop and think- how often do I say I'm am thankful for all my blessings but never stop to think how I have used them in my life.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

So here are some of my blessings that have helped me become a better me.  I count my children they have taught me so much and have helped me try harder to be stronger to be more patient and live life a little more simply.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

I count my family and friends as blessings. You all have helped me by lifting me up, encouraging me, being a shoulder to cry on and believing in me. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

I also count my hard times as blessings even though they are yucky and hard to go through I come out of them a stronger more determined person.  I have grown so much from them and have learned love and empathy for others.  Really  aren't we all are struggling with something - it's just what we do or take from it that matters. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

So I give you all a big thanks for being a blessing in my life- Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-7800723359074729205?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7800723359074729205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=7800723359074729205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/7800723359074729205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/7800723359074729205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-thanks.html' title='Give thanks'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SS3e50LFUXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lmPZbSnPTnw/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-6984548086842651260</id><published>2008-11-14T19:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:05:19.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Idaho</title><content type='html'>For those who are wondering or just plain curious - I am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STILL&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Idaho.  Rexburg has it's perks, like Fong's fried rice Ashley's favorite, old friends- Blaze has had fun at the middle school hooking up with his elementary buddies.  Millhollow frozen yogurt Candace has to have the strawberry cheesecake it's pink and yummy.

Overall it's been nice to have some time away to just think.  I appreciate all the calls of love and concern.  I'll keep you updated on just where we're going and when we'll be back.  So for now a big hug from your lil' old pal in Idaho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-6984548086842651260?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6984548086842651260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=6984548086842651260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6984548086842651260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/6984548086842651260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-in-idaho.html' title='Still in Idaho'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-990791234393660828</id><published>2008-11-02T17:17:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:05:42.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers license, Shot and Hosptial OH MY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SQ5DUfO1j2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/T4llP5yZpSw/s1600-h/idaho+license.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SQ5DUfO1j2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/T4llP5yZpSw/s200/idaho+license.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264219033702862690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

No, that's not my real drivers license.  Whoever would want to display such a hideous picture.  Anyway I went to Idaho to re-new my drivers license which, expired the next day.  SO I figured I would leave Thursday because the kids had no school on Friday.  Off we went.  Drive was good.  Got to my mom's house woke up on Halloween feeling YUCKY!  So I went to the doctors office and found out I had a rip roaring infection Yippee!  I knew I needed to take the kids around trick or treating so I asked them to give me a shot.

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Doesn't HE look sweet and innocent!  Well let me tell you what having a male nurse is intimidating enough!  Having him poke me in my fatty hip was humiliating.  A few seconds after the shot of the antibiotic I felt a pain like no other all down my hip into my calf.  I asked the doctor if this was normal---NO of course not! 
The cute little punk nurse gave my shot way too high and way too lateral which hit my nerve instead of my fat.  Lucky me.  
The doctor gave me a motrin 1200 do they really make such stuff?  I didn't care. I took it and hoped for the best.  A few hours later no relief from the pain but promised the kids we would go trick-or-treating with the cousins in Idaho Falls we stood in line for an hour to go to a few decorated trailers and get tootsie rolls and bubble gum.  
I was a little disappointed but them reminded myself we were making memories- Smile and have fun. Next we went to Burton and the kids trunk or treated with my sisters ward.  Man did they make a haul!  Remember my shot is still killing me so I tell my sis to take me home.  My mom shares one of her fine high power pain pills and off to sleep I go.  Only the pain pill didn't work so I tossed and turned and tried to sleep. Next day  Happy Birthday to drugged out pain filled me!  I tried to have a good day even though I didn't feel well.  My mom did a great job making my birthday great!  Loved going to dinner with her and my sis. Blair's mom gave me a massage at a spa (that was the only thing that eased my hip pain)


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SQ5GRUvlaMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f6zPjDltIsg/s1600-h/madison+memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SQ5GRUvlaMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f6zPjDltIsg/s320/madison+memorial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222277882702018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

So later that night I get a call from Blair's mom, the doctor put his grandma in the hospital to run tests.  She has a lot of fluid in her body and can't breath well, so as of right now we have been told it is congenital heart failure.  They will run more tests. And we'll know more on Monday. So for now I'm still in Idaho.

I have conceded that I am a BAD omen and am not suppose to stay in Idaho or disaster is sure to ensue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-990791234393660828?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/990791234393660828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=990791234393660828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/990791234393660828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/990791234393660828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/drivers-license-shot-and-hospial-oh-my.html' title='Drivers license, Shot and Hosptial OH MY'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SQ5DUfO1j2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/T4llP5yZpSw/s72-c/idaho+license.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-6613009356786429683</id><published>2008-10-16T21:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:48:24.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do people with bad luck go?    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VEGAS BABY'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-794452015494977796</id><published>2008-10-10T12:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:00:22.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If we didn't have BAD LUCK we'd have no luck at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SO-mQGk_RxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WXgwWL7vX48/s1600-h/dleta+plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SO-mQGk_RxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WXgwWL7vX48/s400/dleta+plane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255602085738530578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There goes our plane---ONLY problem                                                        we're not on it!&lt;/span&gt;
Can you believe we missed our plane to paradise because some skycap person directed us to check in at the international terminal.  We went there and no one was around.  So then we went to check in at the Delta terminal we used the kiosk which after four attempts told us we needed to see a ticket agent.  
After waiting in line to speak to a ticket agent we learned that the machine stops printing baggage tags at 45 minutes prior to flight departure we missed it by THREE minutes. So the agents said he could get us on the flight with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; luggage.  CRAZY!!


So the next option was to start looking for flights the only problem was that the flight he could get us on next went to Atlanta then we may have up to a day layover to see if we could get a seat to Cancun.  Not a very fun option.  Next option Re-book the whole thing for a later time.  One way plane tickets to Cancun only happen once a week out of SLC. So the soonest we could go would be Saturday the 11th.  That doesn't work because our kids would miss another week of school and my babysitter would have to go back to work.


SO LONG story short we chose to rebook in January - don't know if that's going to work but we can shoot for it.  Also, now we purchase insurance on the trip in case anything crazy like bad luck happened we would not lose our money....WELL now the all inclusive resort may not refund our money - YIKES- so we are working with Delta who has a documented statement that is was the airlines fault we missed the flight and the resort has to decide if they will refund our money.  What a mess!!!!


So for those of you who know us - I guess it's not too surprising - But what a disappointment Blair and I wait 15 years to go on a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vacation and we still don't get to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-794452015494977796?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/794452015494977796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=794452015494977796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/794452015494977796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/794452015494977796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-we-didnt-have-bad-luck-wed-have-no.html' title='If we didn&apos;t have BAD LUCK we&apos;d have no luck at all'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SO-mQGk_RxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WXgwWL7vX48/s72-c/dleta+plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-7597936531963822596</id><published>2008-10-02T18:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:45:24.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you spell Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SOVrCtI30xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sZoF1KR3_QA/s1600-h/Barcelo+Maya+Colonial+and+Tropical+Beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SOVrCtI30xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sZoF1KR3_QA/s200/Barcelo+Maya+Colonial+and+Tropical+Beach2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252722234618270482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SOVq4oivqtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jCNd2t3LKb0/s1600-h/puerto+aventuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SOVq4oivqtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jCNd2t3LKb0/s200/puerto+aventuras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252722061585918674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  M E X I C O only 2 days BABY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-7597936531963822596?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7597936531963822596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=7597936531963822596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/7597936531963822596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/7597936531963822596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-you-spell-paradise.html' title='How do you spell Paradise'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SOVrCtI30xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sZoF1KR3_QA/s72-c/Barcelo+Maya+Colonial+and+Tropical+Beach2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-605476509449975601</id><published>2008-09-24T21:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:11:45.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNsAo8QFG_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4kQ2V_a6fwA/s1600-h/bdcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNsAo8QFG_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4kQ2V_a6fwA/s200/bdcan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249790493998783474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BEFORE
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNr_3PaJNfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F4tmate6BCI/s1600-h/haircut+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNr_3PaJNfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F4tmate6BCI/s200/haircut+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249789640147809778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;

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I can SEE her eyes!  Candace got her hair cut today - We were trying to go for the "no bang" thing but she never left her hair pretties in and her hair was always in her face!
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So today I finally got to see her beautiful blue eyes!!!  She was so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-605476509449975601?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/605476509449975601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=605476509449975601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/605476509449975601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/605476509449975601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNsAo8QFG_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4kQ2V_a6fwA/s72-c/bdcan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-8094133109688012362</id><published>2008-09-18T20:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:52:31.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNMTMboT8jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ITt0S_DBAXw/s1600-h/lady+bug.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNMTMboT8jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ITt0S_DBAXw/s200/lady+bug.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247559095112954418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNMTMboT8jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ITt0S_DBAXw/s1600-h/lady+bug.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNMTMboT8jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ITt0S_DBAXw/s200/lady+bug.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247559095112954418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNMTMboT8jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ITt0S_DBAXw/s1600-h/lady+bug.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNMTMboT8jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ITt0S_DBAXw/s200/lady+bug.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247559095112954418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Today Ashley was out gathering flowers from our garden.  She came and sat down by me with something in her hand.

She looked at me and said, "Mom, now I know how Heavenly Father made ladybugs." She opened her hand to show me a live ladybug and continued with her observation.

She said, "He got a potato bug and gave it wings painted them red with black polka dots! Want to see"

It was a fun moment then she said see all those pretty flowers in my car- I'll sell you one for .25 cents!  She's such an entrepreneur she's going to be rich one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-8094133109688012362?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8094133109688012362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=8094133109688012362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8094133109688012362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/8094133109688012362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/ladybug.html' title='Ladybug'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNMTMboT8jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ITt0S_DBAXw/s72-c/lady+bug.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-2799507783212193143</id><published>2008-09-17T15:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:41:07.090-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who&apos;s kids are these'/><title type='text'>Are these really MY kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNFx0q_NpFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W_xXbbrAymA/s1600-h/dew+tour+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNFx0q_NpFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W_xXbbrAymA/s320/dew+tour+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247100190569899090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Okay - they really are my kids.  We enjoyed going to the local costume shop and buying wigs for their Halloween costumes.  I know it's a bit early but I couldn't resist.

If you are wondering what or who they are I'll fill you in.  Blaze is Ozzy Osbourne (I know it's kind of crazy letting him be someone so "old school" but he likes the costume). 

 Ashley is a punk rock girl.  She fit the costume attitude and all.  

Candace is going to be Princess Aurora or Sleeping Beauty.  She loved the long hair.

Blair and I are planning on being Barney and Betty Rubble from the Flinstones.  Crazy eh.  I'm still working on making the costumes, I'm sure I'll post our pics.

I can't wait for Halloween- the kids even get that day off from school.  I'll have to think of something spooktacular to do with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-2799507783212193143?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2799507783212193143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=2799507783212193143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2799507783212193143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/2799507783212193143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-these-really-my-kids.html' title='Are these really MY kids?'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SNFx0q_NpFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W_xXbbrAymA/s72-c/dew+tour+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-5748211359711568496</id><published>2008-09-03T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:55:53.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockstar'/><title type='text'>Party like a rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SL8pOySNxPI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZXnaQYOAtA0/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SL8pOySNxPI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZXnaQYOAtA0/s200/star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241953825275626738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&gt;&gt;Have you e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ver felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; like someone else is living YOUR life?  For those of you who know me - know that I use the phrase, "Party like a Rockstar"  for everything. I would love to know just how rock stars party.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I know what I would do if  &gt;I could party like them......I would stay up all night sleep all day - remind you of a cheesy 90's song by Slaughter?  Boy does that date me or what.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anyway I loved this pick up even the license plate was rockstr.  I was jealous.  I have had some fun and "partied like a rockstar" in a very Jennifer way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-5748211359711568496?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5748211359711568496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=5748211359711568496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5748211359711568496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/5748211359711568496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/party-like-rockstar.html' title='Party like a rockstar'/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SL8pOySNxPI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZXnaQYOAtA0/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-4834322958851149130</id><published>2008-08-31T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:50:16.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SLr_JQKokgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lKvfu73fIOk/s1600-h/family+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SLr_JQKokgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lKvfu73fIOk/s320/family+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240781650822468098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is us - yup an all around great suburban family.  I mean suburban literally and figuratively.

Our little family consists of my hard working ( I assume that's what he gets a paycheck for...)husband, my oldest son Blaze and two daughters Ashley and Candace.

What I have learned to love about my life is there is never a dull moment.  There is always some sort of craziness going on.

This week we survived the first week of school.  That is everyone but Candace who will be starting pre-school this week.

Blaze is in 6th grade -I'm really not old enough to have a 6th grader-  He is a great kid.  He loves to ride bmx bikes and is proud of his Honda 80.

Ashley started 3rd grade and seems to be doing okay.  At least better than last year, she actually gets out of bed and dressed to go to school.  Last year there were times I was literally dragging her into school.  So this year I consider a success.  She love anything artistic, bug like and outrageous.
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Candace just turned 4 and can't wait to start school.  She loves princesses and calls herself Princess Aurora - that's her favorite.  She can't wait to go to Disneyland to see where she lives.  She also keeps us all  laughing.  I'll keep you updated on the latest phrase of the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2771706474248009392-4834322958851149130?l=thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4834322958851149130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2771706474248009392&amp;postID=4834322958851149130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4834322958851149130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2771706474248009392/posts/default/4834322958851149130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehillsloveyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-us-yup-all-around-great.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hill's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16863225754037641550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/S1P0sUQc5PI/AAAAAAAAASk/1_kupbK27tU/S220/DSC_0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTFRcGWDrs/SLr_JQKokgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lKvfu73fIOk/s72-c/family+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2771706474248009392.post-6324202066864098445</id><published>2008-08-31T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:56:44.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcom to our CrAzY life'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Hill's CRAZY life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Welcome to our blog - this won't be the typical luelee la sight.  This is real unscripted life at the Hill's home. 
So sit back and enjoy - feel free to leave advice and suggestions!
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