<?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-6423883302260343068</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:07:37.365-07:00</updated><category term='Violin Lessons'/><category term='Jaime'/><category term='Weaknesses'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Rachel'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Real Estate'/><category term='Families'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Down Syndrome'/><category term='Duane'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Lisa'/><category term='Retirement'/><category term='special needs'/><category term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><category term='International Adoption'/><category term='Bus Driving'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Special Needs Mutual - St. George'/><category term='McCrackens'/><category term='Utah'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Sweets'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='Angie'/><category term='Marissa'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Personalities'/><category term='Square Dancing'/><category term='Angel Mutual'/><category term='innocence'/><category term='Brandon'/><title type='text'>Never Empty Nest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-8335871039580573579</id><published>2009-03-09T10:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:11:08.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>Oh, my gosh! It's been three months since I made an entry. I can't believe how quickly time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was probably one of the least stressful I've ever experienced. Because of the economy we decided to cut our budget way, way down. We didn't budget a certain amount for each person, we just decided to buy each a gift - and not an expensive one. Talk about reducing stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of family schedules we decided to have our traditional prime rib dinner (no, we couldn't cut that out) the Sunday before Christmas. All the children and grandchildren had planned on being there, but Lisa and Rusty's little guy, Logan, got sick on the way up from Las Vegas so they turned around. However, we forced ourselves to enjoy the extra food in spite of the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute Lisa and Rusty decided to come to St. George for Christmas, so we had them and the children (Rachel, Logan and Abigail), Brandon, Angie and Mom and Pop. All in all, it was a very nice, relaxing day. The work was done - shopping, wrapping, cleaning, cooking. It was a day to sit back and enjoy the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years came and went quietly. We went to Las Vegas for the day on New Years Eve and enjoyed a little bowling with the grandchildren but made sure we were home before the drunks hit the highways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon turned 24 on the 31st of January. My, where did the time go??? He's a Senior at Utah State University already - and it seems like just yesterday he was a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th of February we celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary. We enjoyed the company of dear friends Jim &amp;amp; Marlyn Bunker and Fran &amp;amp; Judy Urry. The Sunshine Dancers Square Dance Club hosted their annual Sunshine Dancers Jamboree on that same weekend. We not only enjoyed dancing together as we have done for so many years, but we also pulled out the videos of days gone by and relived many wonderful memories. Carla Bateman was also in town and she joined us for the dancing and the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the opportunity to travel to Central and Eastern Utah on February 18-20 to teach western dance at Red Rock Elementary in Moab, Creekview Elementary in Price and Loa Elementary in Loa, Utah. It's a great experience and wonderful to know that we are providing an activity that is meaningful and fun for the students. I must say, however, that it is an exhausting experience because we have to maintain high energy and enthusiasm for two solid hours at each school. I was glad for the opportunity to rest when the trip was over. All in all we covered nearly 1,000 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 7 we enjoyed Brandon and his roommates' (Eric, Steve and Kyle) company. They are on Spring Break and headed for California to go on a cruise. Brandon is the only one who has cruised before. I'm praying for their safety and protection while they are away. Strange things are happening to tourists in Mexico these days . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 8 we made a quick trip to Las Vegas with Mom and Pop. Our purpose was to celebrate Rob's 30th birthday and Pop's 80th birthday. Jaime fixed a nice meal. Lisa and Rusty and their family joined us. Rachel and Adam McCracken and their newly acquired family of four children popped in and we enjoyed their company also. For dessert we had strawberry shortcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blows my mind when I think about my dad being 80 years old. I still think of him in his late 30's/early 40's even though I see him regularly. He is aging remarkably well. His heart is not perfect and he has diabetes, but he continues to be active. He goes to the hills almost everyday to get in touch with nature. I think he desperately misses the mountains of Montana, but he also realizes that he doesn't have the energy or the drive he once had to comb the hills and vales for elk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-8335871039580573579?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/8335871039580573579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=8335871039580573579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8335871039580573579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8335871039580573579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-7229331038867376910</id><published>2008-12-12T14:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:21:05.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, of Course It's Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SULZp6sN59I/AAAAAAAAAdM/qlTvG5LOJVQ/s1600-h/DSCN0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279021027384223698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SULZp6sN59I/AAAAAAAAAdM/qlTvG5LOJVQ/s400/DSCN0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SULX0ebTPyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lQUrgxlEKRA/s1600-h/DSCN0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Down South Chapter of the Utah Down Syndrome Foundation (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UDSF&lt;/span&gt;) had a very nice Christmas party for families of individuals with Down Syndrome on Monday evening, December 8, 2008. Everyone enjoyed carnival games and a nice ham dinner. We are beginning to know more and more people here in St. George and came across several of them that evening. We enjoyed visiting with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angie was sitting at the table when Santa tapped her on the shoulder. She acted as though it's a common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; for her. "Well, of course it's Santa! Just another celebrity who knows me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-7229331038867376910?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/7229331038867376910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=7229331038867376910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7229331038867376910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7229331038867376910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-of-course-its-santa.html' title='Well, of Course It&apos;s Santa!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SULZp6sN59I/AAAAAAAAAdM/qlTvG5LOJVQ/s72-c/DSCN0945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-3002531082058323640</id><published>2008-12-12T14:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:52:53.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is a wonderful holiday. It's a time for gathering loved ones around. It's a time for traditions and sharing and gratitude. The sights and smells of Thanksgiving are unforgettable. Thanksgiving is especially nice because it hasn't been commercialized as much as other holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the more I appreciate it for what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures will follow when I get them from Jaime.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-3002531082058323640?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/3002531082058323640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=3002531082058323640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3002531082058323640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3002531082058323640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-243457366553516687</id><published>2008-11-15T11:12:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:17:17.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Voted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR8WFX-qPxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tY0XE2boRgw/s1600-h/Election+Day+2008+2008.11.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954370638757650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR8WFX-qPxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tY0XE2boRgw/s200/Election+Day+2008+2008.11.04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Election Day 2008 (11/04/08) was an important one. No matter who won, it was going to be historical: Barak Obama (a man of color) and Joe Biden or John McCain and Sarah Palin (a woman). At this point in time, our country is facing some very difficult issues with the economy, illegal aliens, the war in Iraq and Afghanistan, national security, health care, jobs, fuel prices (even though they are dropping dramatically as I write), and many other very important issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have been excited about the election, but the politics started two years before election day. They were not pretty. The media was obviously very biased toward one candidate or another. I did not feel I could depend on what they shared with the public. Email was just as biased depending on who sent it. It was difficult to know where to go for accurate information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only candidate I felt I could have gotten behind was Mitt Romney, not because he was a member of the church but because his values are what our country needs to move forward in a positive, healthy manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was unable to make up my mind until I got to the polls and even then I'm not sure I did the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As American citizens we have spoken. Barak Obama will be our new president, Joe Biden our vice president. It is now time to get behind them and pray that they will be open to guidance from on high. I would feel the same way if John McCain and Sarah Palin had won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-243457366553516687?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/243457366553516687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=243457366553516687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/243457366553516687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/243457366553516687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted.html' title='I Voted'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR8WFX-qPxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tY0XE2boRgw/s72-c/Election+Day+2008+2008.11.04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-4876498018650197821</id><published>2008-11-15T09:41:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:01:36.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Needs Mutual - St. George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel Mutual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Angel Mutual has Begun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my last post on Special Needs Mutual in September, much has happened. We have been very busy organizing and filling board positions. We are now fully staffed with the exception of a few more advisors and specialists. We have spent a good deal of time meeting and planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special Needs Mutual became a reality last Thursday evening, November 13, 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had spent the day with my mom helping deliver the Pioneer Shopper paper all the way over to Kanab and back. It was a good thing I was busy and distracted. I might have spent my day worrying about Angel Mutual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful, marvelous spiritual experience! Every board member took care of their assignments without any hitches. We had approximately 48 special needs participants and about 50 youth counselors. We had some parents stick around to watch; some bishops and stake presidency members came to observe and find out what the buzz is all about. So with SN participants, youth counselors, board members and visitors, we estimate there were at least 125 people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268943960923955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR8MncxP4eI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Me5uZGt1jYQ/s400/SSNM+2008.11.13+First+Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't express the feelings I experienced that evening. The joy on the faces of the special needs individuals would have been enough for me; but as I looked around I could see the joy in the faces of the youth counselors, the parents, the adult leaders and even the visitors. President Lyman was beaming. He spent the entire evening with us moving from activity to activity. The spirit of the Lord was very keenly felt by everyone in attendance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268944391094575698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR8NAfR6olI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fP0tUtvdN60/s400/DSCN0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke with a mother who had brought several special needs persons that night. She did not hesitate to tell me that she is not a member of our church, but she was amazed at what she witnessed that evening. She is so anxious to tell all her friends about SNM and encourage them to participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are doing the Lords work. The miracles have already begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-4876498018650197821?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/4876498018650197821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=4876498018650197821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/4876498018650197821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/4876498018650197821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/11/angel-mutual-has-begun.html' title='Angel Mutual has Begun!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR8MncxP4eI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Me5uZGt1jYQ/s72-c/SSNM+2008.11.13+First+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-6308489027747686879</id><published>2008-11-14T15:33:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:41:11.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families'/><title type='text'>Our Trip to Virginia, Part 2 - The Vacation</title><content type='html'>Virginia. What a beautiful green place, especially if you live in the desert. After the wedding (Sunday) we drove back to South Riding via Annapolis, Maryland. We so enjoyed the waterfront area near the Naval Academy. It was like taking a step back in time by at least 200 years. It is where they used to dock and unload slaves. The highlight of our visit to Annapolis was the leisurely boat tour we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268918817628603330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR71v6sfw8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/7E3D3y5BRxA/s200/DSCN0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268647566746680018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3_DCapetI/AAAAAAAAAaI/E3uZx0Siqp4/s200/DSCN0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our way around Washington, DC we dropped Brandon off at the subway to hook up with his friend, Blaine, who worked at the Capitol as an intern for Representative Jim Matheson. It felt really strange dropping our "innocent young son" off in such a foreboding place where he knew nothing and no one. Jaime and Lisa politely reminded us that we probably would not have done that for them so willingly. They're right in that we would have hesitated a little more. Shame on us. It's hard to remember that our children are adults now and fully capable of taking care of themselves . . .&lt;/p&gt;We hooked up with Brandon the following day, spent a little time with him and then sent him back to Salt Lake on a plane. His short weekend went very quickly, too quickly for my way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Pop flew home mid-week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a few days that week touring some of the sites in and around Washington, DC: the National Air and Space Museum's Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center where we saw the Enola Gay (dropped the bomb on Hiroshima); the National Archives where the original Declaration of Independence and the Constitution are well protected; the National Museum of Natural History where the live butterfly exhibit was so fun to walk through; some needed to visit the National Gallery of Art looking for art for their homes; a personal tour of the Capitol building courtesy of Brandon's friend, Blaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914196497530482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR7xi7o_fnI/AAAAAAAAAao/aNUClv7Zn-Y/s200/DSCN0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mid-week we made a road trip to Newark, NJ where we stayed overnight and then took a train into New York City to see the site of the World Trade Center. Along the way we found ourselves off-track and driving through a very quaint little town known as Pilesgrove, NJ. When I think of small town America, this is what comes to mind. The restaurant we ate at had real home cooking. It was Halloween time and all the lamp posts along the main streets were decorated with scarecrows, witches, etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268908699747255858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR7si-pmhjI/AAAAAAAAAag/Mx5TG2ChL2Q/s200/DSCN0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The site of the World Trade Center is really only a construction site at this point, but we visited St. Paul's Church across the street. There was a lot of memorabilia and pictures of many of the victims. It was at this little church with the cemetery all around it that many of the rescuers took refuge from the difficult task of trying to help in the aftermath of 911. It is also in this church that President George Washington worshipped immediately following his inauguration as our first president on April 30, 1789.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907136812945602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR7rIARBkMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TNfKZHZ_HIA/s200/DSCN0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907553113580914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR7rgPG1JXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NDr9shdcJEI/s200/DSCN0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While in New York, we also checked out a vantage point where we could see directly into the open construction site. Great plans are in the works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went through the WTC Visitor Center which was a tremendous help in bringing the experience of 911 home to me. There was a wall of pictures of every one of the victims along with a few personal items. I think the thing that struck me the hardest was a piece of a plane where an entire window had been. I kept wondering who had been sitting in the seat next to that window and what they must have seen and felt. Very sobering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That day was not an easy day for Jaime and me. Neither one of us felt very well and New York City with all it's smells and noise is not the place to be when you're nauseated and have a bad headache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all quite enjoyed the lunch we had. I think Duane will remember that more than anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last few days were just quiet and relaxing. Lisa flew home on Saturday, the 11th. Duane and BJ spent that day out hiking and enjoying themselves. Tanya, Jaime and I spent our time trying to feel better. Angie was content to watch movies since she hadn't seen any all week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The flight home was uneventful. Angie got on the plane without any problems. We arrived in Las Vegas early enough that we drove all the way home to St. George.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a wonderful vacation. Tanya and BJ are very easy to spend time with and they make you feel very welcome. And they don't fuss over their company. I'm sure they breathed a sigh of relief when all their visitors were finally gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all we have are memories . . . but they're happy ones. And lots of pictures.&lt;/p&gt;(More pictures to be added when I get them from Jaime.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-6308489027747686879?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/6308489027747686879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=6308489027747686879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6308489027747686879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6308489027747686879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-trip-to-virginia-part-2-vacation.html' title='Our Trip to Virginia, Part 2 - The Vacation'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR71v6sfw8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/7E3D3y5BRxA/s72-c/DSCN0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-4322902206084238559</id><published>2008-11-14T09:50:00.031-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:34:43.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families'/><title type='text'>Our Trip to Virginia, Part 1 - The Wedding</title><content type='html'>Duane, Jaime, Lisa, Angie and I flew to Dulles International Airport near Washington DC on Thursday, October 2, 2008. We were on time to the airport in Las Vegas. All was going well until I discovered Angie did not have her ID. (We still haven't found it.) Nevertheless, she got on the plane with only a little extra hassle. I'm sure they made an exception because of who she is and the fact that she was travelling with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR23z0s4QUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZcSnphE8Vb4/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268569240041439554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR23z0s4QUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZcSnphE8Vb4/s200/DSCN0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR23KXNmogI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mpGivdYEwFQ/s1600-h/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268568527750996482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR23KXNmogI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mpGivdYEwFQ/s200/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268569750464715954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR24RiLRXLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6BaUoUPtuUs/s200/DSCN0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our flight was uneventful. We rented a car, stopped at Tanya's house to pick something up for her and headed toward Cape Charles, Virginia, about a 4 1/2 hour drive south. Lisa's Iphone was a great help with directions. No glitches until we learned our back lights were not working. Two young men at an auto parts store in Richmond, VA, were so very helpful. It turned out to be only a burned out fuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanya had rented a beautiful home across the Chesapeake Bay not too far from Cape Charles. All of BJ's family and our family including Mom and Pop were together. By the time everyone arrived, there were 18 of us, but it was still a very comfortable, pleasant experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268627861111610114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3tIBNImwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZCR1gfPa2sA/s200/DSCN0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we finally arrived close to midnight, everyone was still up and waiting for us. What a welcome! Tanya had a nice meal prepared, we visited a short while and laid our exhausted bodies down to rest after a very long day of travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon flew in on a redeye Friday morning. We drove back across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel in the daylight. What an amazing feat of engineering! It spans 18 miles across the Chesapeake Bay, going across the surface for a while and then dipping down under the water so large ocean going vessels can cross without difficulty.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268622726568192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3odJilqPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uGk9z3Q6Mqs/s200/DSCN0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The next day was fairly laid back. Some went running and for walks, some swam and did the hot tub thing, some of us just visited. We helped dip pretzels and bag them. (Dipping chocolate is not an easy task. There is definitely some skill and know-how involved.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon we went over to Cape Charles for family pictures. The wedding rehearsal dinner was that evening, so those of us not involved did our own thing. We explored the tiny town of Cape Charles and went to dinner at a Mexican restaurant. I believe we were the lucky ones. Our evening was quite relaxing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268623157641358434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3o2PacLGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TpDwetCZI98/s200/DSCN0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Saturday, the 4th of October in the middle of the afternoon we gathered at the end of the pier where the wedding was to take place. It was a beautiful, serene setting, one I think we all enjoyed. I'm not sure the bride and her mother were feeling what we were feeling, but that's to be expected. Marissa was an absolutely gorgeous bride. Brock is an incredible man. We were so happy to meet him and look forward to getting to know him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625811982390290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3rQvmqFBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iKE-_IcorDk/s320/DSCN0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3rsAccB4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/uzCSG21pPHw/s1600-h/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268626280359397250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3rsAccB4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/uzCSG21pPHw/s200/DSCN0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3q1lCI7zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TLaafWgKw38/s1600-h/DSCN0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625345288400690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3q1lCI7zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TLaafWgKw38/s200/DSCN0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ceremony there were cocktails, a photo op and we found ourselves at the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR36lsls0HI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y3ILC4OQhQI/s1600-h/DSCN0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268642664624738418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR36lsls0HI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y3ILC4OQhQI/s200/DSCN0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you every experienced the sunset on the ocean? Try it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun evening with eating, toasting, laughing, crying, music, dancing. Some even enjoyed the drinking part - a little too much. The best part is that we were experiencing Marissa's wedding together. And it was a joyful event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268631867831745618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR3wxPZp_FI/AAAAAAAAAZo/caaUb8-BajA/s400/DSCN0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-4322902206084238559?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/4322902206084238559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=4322902206084238559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/4322902206084238559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/4322902206084238559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-trip-to-virginia-part-1-wedding.html' title='Our Trip to Virginia, Part 1 - The Wedding'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SR23z0s4QUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZcSnphE8Vb4/s72-c/DSCN0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-5008355159096271726</id><published>2008-10-25T09:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:27:02.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! I almost completely forgot about blogging! I have even forgotten to check other people's blogs. Since our trip to Virginia I have been in a whirlwind trying to get Angel Mutual organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch up soon -- after we get back from doing ten schools and 30 assemblies in Salt Lake with our ARTS program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-5008355159096271726?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/5008355159096271726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=5008355159096271726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/5008355159096271726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/5008355159096271726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-3787447091776051906</id><published>2008-09-27T20:30:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:01:15.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marissa'/><title type='text'>Virginia or Bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SN7xOrU3Y-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/VMH3lAwIt2A/s1600-h/Brock+&amp;amp;+Marissa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250899450011280354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SN7xOrU3Y-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/VMH3lAwIt2A/s200/Brock+%26+Marissa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brock &amp;amp; Marissa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My only sibling's only daughter and my only niece, Marissa, is getting married on the 5th of October in Cape Charles, Virginia, which is near Virginia Beach and Norfolk. We are really thrilled that our entire family (all four children) will be able to be with us - one for only a few days, one for a week, and two for the entire 11 days. We will dearly miss Rusty and Rob because they are now an integral part of our family, but it's not very often that you have the opportunity to take a family vacation "just like the old days" once your children have grown and left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't start out that way. Originally we thought only I would be able to attend. Then Angie was going, then Jaime thought she would like to go. When I was making reservations for three of us, Duane decided he wanted to be included. Lisa didn't want to be left out and she needed a break, besides weddings are her specialty so why wouldn't she want to be there? Finally Brandon called and asked if there was any chance he could come despite the fact that he would have to miss a few days of school. We assumed he wouldn't be able to go, so I'm glad he spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on October 2 we will all fly to Virginia. I'm sure our haphazard plans caused much consternation for the bride with seating arrangements, but we are thrilled to be able to support her and her family in this all-important once in a lifetime event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-3787447091776051906?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/3787447091776051906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=3787447091776051906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3787447091776051906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3787447091776051906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/virginia-or-bust.html' title='Virginia or Bust'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SN7xOrU3Y-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/VMH3lAwIt2A/s72-c/Brock+%26+Marissa+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-3334482879212958151</id><published>2008-09-24T19:13:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:01:01.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Square Dancing'/><title type='text'>A 48-Hour Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNruXssNQCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tNqtOEATEOo/s1600-h/collage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770406554714146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNruXssNQCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tNqtOEATEOo/s400/collage-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 1:30 PM on Friday, September 19, 2008, we met our friends, Bruce &amp;amp; Sandy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iveson&lt;/span&gt;, at the Jean exit south of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. We were headed to Riverside, California to call a square dance for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cowtown&lt;/span&gt; Singles (Stupid name, I know. Very redneck. It gets its name from the fact that the entire area used to be covered with cattle ranches.) Eight squares of wonderful people. Bruce and Sandy moved to Santa Clara, Utah, from California. They used to dance with these people. The dance went well. Duane did a Plus tip "with attitude." We had a great time in a very nice dance hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance, we still had another 100 miles to drive to Santa Clarita where we were so graciously hosted by Roy and Jean Woodard. Bed never felt so wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning Bruce and Sandy escorted us to Hollywood Boulevard where we saw Darth Vader and Marilyn Monroe among other interesting "look-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alikes&lt;/span&gt;." We also drove past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Graumann's&lt;/span&gt; Chinese Theatre. Then we went to Universal City Walk, a shopping experience just outside Universal Studios. Fun place, especially if you have lots of money and time. We also drove to the top of a tall hill (Odyssey was written on it) to overlook the cities and get some perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening, after a nice meal at the Sizzler, we found ourselves in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Northridge&lt;/span&gt; where Duane called a great dance for the Valley Trailers. We were very pleased at the 17 squares in attendance. It was a flashback to the Fun Times Squares when we had an average of 20 to 25 squares each night. Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm. Duane called an Advanced-1 tip at the end of the evening. I was very proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took off toward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas about 9:00 on Sunday morning and found ourselves passing the Jean exit almost exactly 48 hours after we met our friends there two days earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now look back and are amazed at all the things we did in those FAST 48 hours. Good memories, good times, good new friends . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-3334482879212958151?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/3334482879212958151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=3334482879212958151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3334482879212958151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3334482879212958151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/48-hour-whirlwind.html' title='A 48-Hour Whirlwind'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNruXssNQCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tNqtOEATEOo/s72-c/collage-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-1640471516155978494</id><published>2008-09-24T09:19:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:33:54.743-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCrackens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Meeting the "New" McCracken Family</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, September 21, 2008 we were privileged to meet the "new" McCracken family. It has been quite a journey watching this Colombian adoption unfold over the past year. I am so grateful Rachel and Adam were so willing to share this adventure with anyone who was interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249628410631398050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNptOcp7oqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/16Q8PyEfTpM/s200/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the afternoon Juan P (Wompy) &amp;amp; Ezzie came by with their dad to visit Jaime &amp;amp; Rob. Jaime and Angie were in the process of making chocolate chip cookies to take to the McCrackens later in the evening. Wompy and Ezzie thought it was great fun to help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNpsCzDN9UI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GW452Y3oKl4/s1600-h/DSCN0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249628748956725682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNptiJA-cbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CD_MW8LfB8c/s200/DSCN0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We came bearing gifts for the children. It was so fun to watch them. They are pretty good at sharing and taking turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249629086140517714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNpt1xH2zVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7rTKQZgAdbY/s200/DSCN0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Their anticipation as they waited for the pieces to pop up was delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249629404135861602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNpuIRv2rWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dQjffXHDZdE/s200/DSCN0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My heart leaped as I remembered how one of the dreams Daniel had was to have a dad who would play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to watch the gift of tongues in action in their home. Both the children and their parents seem to be able to make their wants and needs known. However, there are times when a little extra help is necessary. Uncle Rob took the time to explain the chore chart, the purpose of clothes hampers, how to rinse the dishes and make sure they get in the dishwasher BEFORE they get in the cupboards. Hands on lessons were included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249625180276515682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNpqSapT42I/AAAAAAAAAVo/OQLwn9w_Mbw/s320/DSCN0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a wonderful spirit of love and gratitude in the McCracken household. What an example they set for all of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-1640471516155978494?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/1640471516155978494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=1640471516155978494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1640471516155978494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1640471516155978494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/meeting-mccrackens.html' title='Meeting the &quot;New&quot; McCracken Family'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNptOcp7oqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/16Q8PyEfTpM/s72-c/DSCN0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-3054355699391120138</id><published>2008-09-22T18:40:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:00:00.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violin Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>Violin Lessons for a Little Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>At four years old you think you are a pretty big girl -- and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhJ-hcZnDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Yvh7ebanOMQ/s1600-h/DSCN0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249026704178519090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhJ-hcZnDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Yvh7ebanOMQ/s200/DSCN0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you are! Rachel Marie, Lisa's oldest daughter and our oldest grandchild, is no exception. She has wanted to learn to play the violin for a long time, and she is now big enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the perks of being the grandma is that you get to enjoy these kinds of things without the work and the stress. I was invited to attend her second lesson with her and her mom on Friday, September 19, 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea there is so much technicality involved&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhJoxb_uFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/qKsmPeaeHGI/s1600-h/DSCN0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249026330514667602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhJoxb_uFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/qKsmPeaeHGI/s200/DSCN0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in playing the violin! There is a proper way to hold it under your chin, a proper way to hold the bow, a proper way to move the bow, and even a proper way to stand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhBcVB32DI/AAAAAAAAATg/3DIdmAL4V_Q/s1600-h/DSCN0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are pictures of Rachel listening intently to her teacher, Suzie, as she demonstrates the how-to's. What a special opportunity for me to be with her on this particular day! Thanks, Rachel Ree for letting Grandma join you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhFPGnOfSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/D-r5wjyKgKI/s1600-h/DSCN0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249021491475807522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhFPGnOfSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/D-r5wjyKgKI/s200/DSCN0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhERLVYmGI/AAAAAAAAATw/IZ5MZ17ORAE/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhERLVYmGI/AAAAAAAAATw/IZ5MZ17ORAE/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhFPGnOfSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/D-r5wjyKgKI/s1600-h/DSCN0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhERLVYmGI/AAAAAAAAATw/IZ5MZ17ORAE/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249020427591260258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhERLVYmGI/AAAAAAAAATw/IZ5MZ17ORAE/s200/DSCN0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-3054355699391120138?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/3054355699391120138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=3054355699391120138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3054355699391120138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3054355699391120138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/violin-lessons-for-little-sweetheart.html' title='Violin Lessons for a Little Sweetheart'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SNhJ-hcZnDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Yvh7ebanOMQ/s72-c/DSCN0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-1329176334739558118</id><published>2008-09-17T16:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:22:44.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Square Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Riverside, California, Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>We are leaving for Las Vegas today. It is our plan to spend the night there and celebrate Lisa's 27th birthday, sort of. How much celebrating can you do when her husband,Rusty, is out of town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue on to Riverside Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane has been asked to call square dancing for two clubs, one in Riverside and the other in Northridge, California. We had some visitors at the Sunshine Dancers earlier in the summer. It was a very good night and they were impressed with Duane's calling, so they set up this weekend for him to visit their clubs. Bruce &amp;amp; Sandy Iveson, who live here and used to dance at these clubs, are caravaning with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane is a little nervous, but it's only because he hasn't traveled to a new area to call for a long time. I think he's just lost some of his confidence. He tends to do his best when he is a little out of his comfort zone. He is very capable and will do a wonderful job. He always comes across with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to a fun experience and making lots of new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-1329176334739558118?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/1329176334739558118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=1329176334739558118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1329176334739558118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1329176334739558118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/riverside-california-here-we-come.html' title='Riverside, California, Here We Come!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-3986006917031608992</id><published>2008-09-17T16:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:30:29.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is About to Change!</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in previous blogs, Special Needs Mutual is truly becoming a reality. Duane and I are excited and proud that we've had a part in making it come about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last evening (2008.09.16), I find that I will be an integral part of Special Needs Mutual. I have been called to be the Young Women's President. The work begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I think the most daunting task is calling a board. I have been given some names and have names of some who have volunteered, but I only know two of them. The rest I have never met nor do I know anything about them. This is where inspiration will come in. I only hope I'm worthy of receiving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-3986006917031608992?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/3986006917031608992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=3986006917031608992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3986006917031608992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3986006917031608992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-is-about-to-change.html' title='My Life Is About to Change!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-9011454760921463743</id><published>2008-09-15T08:52:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:08:21.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellow Temple Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SM58Ogad0JI/AAAAAAAAASw/njYVUmdgmfY/s1600-h/2008.09.14+Joy+&amp;amp;+Leon+Hendrickson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246267204594159762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SM58Ogad0JI/AAAAAAAAASw/njYVUmdgmfY/s200/2008.09.14+Joy+%26+Leon+Hendrickson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a nice surprise to get a call from Joy &amp;amp; Leon Hendrickson on Saturday, September 12, 2008. They were passing through St. George on their way to Arizona and wanted to get together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They met us at church on Sunday and came home with us after. We enjoyed a very simple lunch and had a great visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We worked together in the Baptistry at the Jordan River Temple for three years. Joy and I had opportunities to visit on a personal level during that time, but it was wonderful to visit with both of them. I remember attending a party at their home in January of 2005. Our shift had wonderful people. I do miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leon is a dentist in the Holladay area. Joy runs his office. They have four children (three boys and a girl). They have a beautiful home just behind the home I lived in when I was a small child in the Cottonwood area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are a delightful couple. I'm so very glad they called and we were available to get together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-9011454760921463743?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/9011454760921463743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=9011454760921463743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/9011454760921463743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/9011454760921463743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/working-together-at-jordan-river-temple.html' title='Fellow Temple Workers'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SM58Ogad0JI/AAAAAAAAASw/njYVUmdgmfY/s72-c/2008.09.14+Joy+%26+Leon+Hendrickson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-5825106783032059115</id><published>2008-09-13T09:03:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:10:39.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weaknesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweets'/><title type='text'>Simply Wicked</title><content type='html'>I love to eat. Oh, not the healthy stuff, unfortunately. I crave sugar -- and if it has chocolate in it, all the better. I wish it wasn't this way. I really do. I wish I craved fruit and vegetables; but alas, it is not nor will it ever be that way. I have also noticed that sugar helps me deal with stress. Not good . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning craving these little gems. It was early and no one was up, sooooo . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245537747074490050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMvkyfZHHsI/AAAAAAAAARo/P_rKC2Mm8S8/s200/DSCN0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Many years ago my mother introduced me to Whoopsie Pies, a homemade delectable with plenty of chocolate and sugar and gooey cream cheese frosting in the middle. (But she had the self-control to only make them occasionally.) I still love them and probably prefer them, but they are a huge project to make. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When one of my daughters was in homemaking class in junior high school she shared a recipe for mock Oreo cookies, and they make a pretty satisfactory subsitute for Whoopsie Pies. They're a lot easier to make, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245538611884605250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMvlk1D6P0I/AAAAAAAAARw/E2qkq8Mg_s0/s200/DSCN0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was a pretty nice Saturday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-5825106783032059115?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/5825106783032059115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=5825106783032059115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/5825106783032059115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/5825106783032059115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/simply-wicked.html' title='Simply Wicked'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMvkyfZHHsI/AAAAAAAAARo/P_rKC2Mm8S8/s72-c/DSCN0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-8227813007620718250</id><published>2008-09-12T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:58:37.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Forever Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMm6pvR_ybI/AAAAAAAAAQI/G0OV-42DSnY/s1600-h/DSCN0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244928467279006130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMm6pvR_ybI/AAAAAAAAAQI/G0OV-42DSnY/s400/DSCN0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Richins Cabin - Labor Day 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have a tradition of going to Island Park, Idaho (just West of West Yellowstone, Montana) every Labor Day Weekend. We used to go for the Knothead Jamboree Square Dance but time has taken its toll on some of us, so now we go more to be with forever friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always marvel that we all have such different personalities and yet we get along so well. I know that some of us would never have been drawn together were it not for the fun and friendship of square dancing. What a neat activity! It has provided us so many friends and opportunities over the years. I can't imagine my life without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMnPKNj_okI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dRTnf5eq6rY/s1600-h/DSCN0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244951015395926594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMnPKNj_okI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dRTnf5eq6rY/s320/DSCN0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda and Leland Richins are such gracious hosts. Over the years the men have taken on several projects as a thank you for their hospitality. Some of those projects include building a removable railing around the decks, building an over-sized garage and loft which sleeps 14 people comfortably, installing a washer and dryer, building a pretty classy outhouse and gathering firewood. This has been particularly helpful for the Richins since Leland has been plagued with Parkinsons Disease for the past ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244949400612021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMnNsOBgpGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vE8SZ-HrL64/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are no rules, no expectations other than good food, good fun and lots of laughs. We read when we want to, nap when we want to, sit and chat when we want to, take walks or hikes when we want to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is four wheeling, bicycling, horse shoes, sightseeing and shopping. There are plenty of movies to watch and lots of games to play. I learn a new one or two every time I go. Too bad I can't remember them when I get home . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244950129792592882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMnOWqbtK_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/n7PGfY4OjWQ/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We always eat very well. Each couple is pre-assigned to be responsible for at least one meal. We plan it, do the shopping and prepare it. Everyone else pitches in to help. Imagine feeding 20 people and then having it cleaned up within 20 minutes! Amazing! There is always a table piled high with goodies for munching purposes. As I said, we eat very well.&lt;/p&gt;Each year there are boutiques, antique and otherwise, in the area. Tradition is that we go to West Yellowstone for dinner and the Playmill Theatre. This year we saw "Oklahoma." It was great fun. We went for ice cream afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These friends are amazing. Each one has a special and unique gift to offer. We have been through a lot over the past 30 years -- happy times, sad times, good health, poor health. We have watched each other's children grow and watched them wrestle with challenges. We have celebrated graduations and weddings and births (children and grandchildren) together. We have mourned the loss of loved ones together. We have traveled together. We have spent many, many hours dancing together and enjoying the camaraderie of after-parties telling "true" stories and laughing at each other's jokes. We have celebrated birthdays together -- and, boy, do we know how to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244955152528318226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMnS7BlOHxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/11dZRcGK0u4/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends provide a safe haven for us when we need it. They buoy us up, they tell us like it is. They make us laugh and they cry with us. They are honest with us, but they pick the time and choose their words carefully. True friends give us the benefit of the doubt in all things. There are some things that are easier shared with friends than with family. And that's okay, because their life experiences are different from ours and they can offer a new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane and I moved away from all our friends when we left Draper; and we do feel the distance physically, but our hearts are just as close to them as ever because we love them and we know they love us. And they'll be there for us if we ever need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends . . . what would life be without them . . . I shudder to think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-8227813007620718250?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/8227813007620718250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=8227813007620718250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8227813007620718250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8227813007620718250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-friends.html' title='Forever Friends'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMm6pvR_ybI/AAAAAAAAAQI/G0OV-42DSnY/s72-c/DSCN0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-8173153138248514332</id><published>2008-09-11T09:06:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:11:41.738-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCrackens'/><title type='text'>International Adoption by the McCrackens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlAhvSqnVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ARYpp0bCuvA/s1600-h/20080810-074044-HeadingToChurch-3301[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244794189424270674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlAhvSqnVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ARYpp0bCuvA/s400/20080810-074044-HeadingToChurch-3301%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the past year I have been privileged to watch an international adoption unfold. I can't tell you how emotional a trip it has been for me. First of all, because I dearly love the sweet couple who made the courageous decision to do it. Secondly, it has opened my eyes to a whole new world that I hardly knew existed. I have been educated about some of the stupid ideas I had and the insensitive things I may have said throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This adoption has been a series of miracles. As I look back, I marvel that the Lord is aware of every one of his children, no matter where they live or what their skin color. It is not chance that these four children (siblings - 8, 7, 6 &amp;amp; 5) were plucked from an orphanage in Bogota, Columbia and placed in Las Vegas, Nevada with parents who will love and &lt;strong&gt;appreciate&lt;/strong&gt; them and teach them right from wrong and about their Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am overwhelmed at the courage and determination it took for Rachel and Adam to follow through despite all the road blocks that were placed in their way from government red tape to financial obligations to discouragement and many others. And they didn't even meet the children until they went to Colombia to pick them up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all of this, I have also learned to appreciate my own blessings, little things I take for granted every day. These children have little or no memory of their biological parents. They had never experienced a hot shower, had never seen a bathtub or a swimming pool. They had never been to an airport or played with bubbles or pinwheels or jacks. The few clothes they had and the toys they played with at the orphanage were communal. And they were happy because they knew nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel and Adam have been so generous to share their journey in international adoption on their blog. It was fun to follow along each day while they were in Colombia and get to know the children. I can't wait to meet them in person next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlJB93WssI/AAAAAAAAANI/-yaLcKXeJr8/s1600-h/Rachel+&amp;amp;+Adam+McCracken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244803539185087170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlJB93WssI/AAAAAAAAANI/-yaLcKXeJr8/s400/Rachel+%26+Adam+McCracken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hat off to Rachel and Adam &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlGQ1kVORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NjUe56iJZVI/s1600-h/Rachel+&amp;amp;+Adam+McCracken.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McCracken. There are very few people in this world who would have the faith and fortitude to pull off something as wonderful as saving four children from a life of uncertainty -- and to do it under public scrutiny and with such grace. They are my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-8173153138248514332?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/8173153138248514332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=8173153138248514332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8173153138248514332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8173153138248514332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-past-year-i-have-been-privileged-to.html' title='International Adoption by the McCrackens'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlAhvSqnVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ARYpp0bCuvA/s72-c/20080810-074044-HeadingToChurch-3301%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-6243507742989732955</id><published>2008-09-11T07:28:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:47:40.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retirement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duane'/><title type='text'>Retirement - What to Do, What to Do?</title><content type='html'>There are a few things about retirement Duane has not particularly enjoyed. His life changed a little too dramatically all at once. He loves the freedom he has never experienced, but he is a little bored to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sooo busy when we lived in Draper. He worked full time. He was square dance calling at least once week, sometimes more. We did assemblies in the schools (ARTS, Inc.) at various times. He loved his huge garden and spent a lot of time in it. He had a gigantic lawn to mow and weeds to keep down. He was getting very tired of all the "have to's" -- or so he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really misses his garden. He &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; the harvest, but truth be told, he loved being out there digging in the dirt, planting those tiny little seeds, irrigating (especially when it was flood irrigation), watching it grow, stalking those pesky little birds who tried to raid his grapes, and eradicating the weeds. Even when there wasn't anything in particular to do, he would wander around and investigate every little thing. I think he talked to it a lot, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went from too busy to not busy at all. He has said, "I went from a pumpkin patch to a pomegranate bush." Yep, that about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to do it all over again, I don't think we would have retired AND moved all at the same time. We would have done it in steps. But, alas, that is not how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are in sunny St. George, Utah's Dixie, and Duane has been climbing the walls. He has attempted to be happy at home, but he has an incredible amount of nervous energy. Earlier this year he got his real estate license, but the market isn't good right now. Then he decided to become a school bus driver. He thought it would be perfect because he could be a substitute and drive only when he wanted to. I thought it would be perfect, too. And it is, except now he seems "driven" to be doing it more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlmcpJFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/BKxqDDCoID8/s1600-h/DSCN0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244835883315963794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlmcpJFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/BKxqDDCoID8/s200/DSCN0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day 2008.04.23&lt;br /&gt;Special Ed Bus&lt;br /&gt;Duane &amp;amp; his Aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlmc6IT7hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OsdX2Vgogqk/s1600-h/DSCN0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244835887876140562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlmc6IT7hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OsdX2Vgogqk/s200/DSCN0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the Wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlmddkWxZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/clUNdfH3g5M/s1600-h/DSCN0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244835897389008274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlmddkWxZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/clUNdfH3g5M/s200/DSCN0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away he goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. Duane truly loves being here in St. George. He loves being close to our daughters and grandchildren. He's just desperate to find some outlets for his energy. I must say, he has NEVER missed the 7:30 - 4:00 rat race he endured at ATK for 25 years. I think it's just going to take time . . . and lots of patience . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-6243507742989732955?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/6243507742989732955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=6243507742989732955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6243507742989732955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6243507742989732955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/retirement-what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='Retirement - What to Do, What to Do?'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMlmcpJFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/BKxqDDCoID8/s72-c/DSCN0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-7902721430815704391</id><published>2008-09-10T20:12:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:01:55.027-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innocence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>Innocence in It's Purest Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMiA17tmLfI/AAAAAAAAALA/JyGbF9rLgyY/s1600-h/DSCN5408.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244583430123302386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMiA17tmLfI/AAAAAAAAALA/JyGbF9rLgyY/s320/DSCN5408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David Aldous &amp;amp; Angie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;David has been in love with Angie since they met in junior high school. When they were in high school and old enough to date, we did a triple date with them and David's parents, John &amp;amp; Susan Aldous. We went to Applebee's because that is Angie's favorite place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;David turned to me out of the clear blue sky and said, "Heavenly Father made Angie just for me. We can't be married in this life, but I know we will be together in the next life." He caught me off guard. All I could say was a sheepish, "Oh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has managed to keep in touch even though we moved away from Draper. On August 23, 2008, David and his parents came to visit for the weekend. We went to dinner at Golden Corral and played games afterward. Saturday morning the guys took a walk up Half-way Wash. We then enjoyed a brunch at the house and more games. In the afternoon Susan and I and David and Angie went shopping for a few games for David to take back to his group home. Duane and I were busy in the evening, but David and his parents took Angie to a movie and for an ice cream. I think she really enjoyed her weekend with her special friend and his parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;David has Prader-Willi Syndrome. He has some reasoning difficulties and problems with handling his frustrations, but his biggest challenge is food. I can't imagine what a living hell he must be experiencing because his body is always hungry. He has never known the feeling of being satisfied. As a result of his penchant for eating, he gets himself into a little trouble with his caregivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But he is a sweet young man. His intentions are always pure and he wants so desperately to do the right thing, especially when it comes to Angie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't know how Angie feels about David. She doesn't really talk about him much, but she is always excited to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it will be wonderful in the next life when these special children of our Heavenly Father are no longer restricted by their imperfect human bodies and minds . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-7902721430815704391?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/7902721430815704391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=7902721430815704391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7902721430815704391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7902721430815704391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/09/innocence-in-its-purest-form.html' title='Innocence in It&apos;s Purest Form'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SMiA17tmLfI/AAAAAAAAALA/JyGbF9rLgyY/s72-c/DSCN5408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-8771774569971413909</id><published>2008-08-13T07:01:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:57:16.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Needs Mutual - St. George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><title type='text'>It's a Reality!</title><content type='html'>Angel Mutual (Special Needs Mutual) is going to become a reality on &lt;strong&gt;October 16, 2008!&lt;/strong&gt; Many little miracles have taken place for this to happen. So many things have had to fall into just the right place. Again we are reminded that the Lord indeed has a hand in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to St. George in December of 2005 and quickly learned there is no Angel Mutual here and, in fact, no one had even heard of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 2 years and 8 months we have met with three different stake presidents, spoken with several others, kept in contact with individuals at the Church headquarters, attended the first ever Special Needs Mutual Mini-Conference in October of 2007 in Salt Lake City, spoke with numerous Special Needs Mutual leaders in the process of gathering as much material and information as possible, and spent many hours on the telephone speaking with parents of special needs "youth." We wanted to be ready when we found the right priesthood leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 6, 2008 we met with President Don Lyman of the Bloomington Hills Stake. He and his counselors were discussing which building to use before we even finished our first meeting! A few weeks later he confirmed their desire to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 3 we met with our Area Authority, Elder Rick Wheeler, along with President Lyman and his counselors and were given permission to start our planning process. Before the end of our meeting they were talking about the very real possibility of having three mutuals in our area within the first year! I couldn't believe what I was hearing! We're just happy to have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since put together material for President Lyman to give to the area stake presidents at his meeting on August 24. He wants to inform them of the program and will be requesting information on all special needs individuals under their stewardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are amazed at the enthusiasm of our priesthood leaders. It's wonderful to have others as excited as we are. The people here in Utah's Dixie have no idea what blessings are soon to come their way! I feel like I'm holding a big secret and I'm about to burst!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-8771774569971413909?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/8771774569971413909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=8771774569971413909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8771774569971413909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/8771774569971413909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-reality.html' title='It&apos;s a Reality!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-3690505797467273972</id><published>2008-08-10T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:36:34.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon'/><title type='text'>Brandon McCloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBdu9TFIPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8NGwFXsouYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233285828314472690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBdu9TFIPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8NGwFXsouYQ/s200/DSCN0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm go grateful to have a son like Brandon. He is my youngest and only boy. I know that if the Lord had given me the opportunity to choose my own son, I couldn't have done any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been a delight. Here are a few reasons why I love him (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has a great sense of humor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's very good at masking his thoughts which constantly keeps me guessing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's kind to everyone, almost to a fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's a good example.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He works hard and studies hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He plays hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He shows respect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes to spend time with his family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is willing to serve the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has great knowledge of the scriptures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He honors his priesthood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is not afraid to try new things. As a matter of fact, his intrigue with adventure has caused me some consternation at times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He takes me to lunch now and then.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a good listener.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a good friend to everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is so sweet with Angie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so proud of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, Brandon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-3690505797467273972?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/3690505797467273972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=3690505797467273972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3690505797467273972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3690505797467273972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/brandon.html' title='Brandon McCloud'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBdu9TFIPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8NGwFXsouYQ/s72-c/DSCN0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-7342112114793067154</id><published>2008-08-10T21:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:45:45.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><title type='text'>Lisa Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBZYzg42tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fDsxyy4eDhk/s1600-h/Lisa+Marie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233281049684400850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBZYzg42tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fDsxyy4eDhk/s200/Lisa+Marie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa is my second child and second daughter. Here is a list of only a few of the reasons I love her so much. They are in no particular order. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa Marie is a joy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was my busiest child. She really kept me hopping from the time she could walk. Actually, I don't think she ever walked; once she hit the floor vertically, it was a dead run. But she kept me young.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was a very happy child, very pleasant. She still is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is very intelligent. School was not her favorite thing, but we got through it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa is very talented. She loves to sing and play the piano. I'm so grateful I stuck to her practicing . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is very creative. She and Rusty started a wedding planning business in 2007. They have more business than time! It is so fun to watch her plan and create unique wedding designs for each of her brides. She not only creates the decor but also designs flower arrangements and cakes. She has a very elegant touch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a knack for interior design and it is very evident when you see what she has done with her home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a hard worker. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa is probably the most forgiving person I have ever known. And she does it more quickly than anyone I have ever met.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her smile lights up the room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She married Rusty. He is a very special young man whom I love as if he were my own flesh and blood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is the mother of three beautiful children: Rachel Marie, Logan Reed and Abigail Ann; and she loves them with all her heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to cook and is very good at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa loves the Lord and is willing to serve him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is teaching her children the gospel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa loves to serve others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is adventuresome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lisa is a beautiful person. I'm so proud to be her mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-7342112114793067154?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/7342112114793067154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=7342112114793067154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7342112114793067154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7342112114793067154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/lisa-marie.html' title='Lisa Marie'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBZYzg42tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fDsxyy4eDhk/s72-c/Lisa+Marie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-2115706070726929130</id><published>2008-08-10T21:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:45:24.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime'/><title type='text'>Jaime Lynne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBU5hbnmKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxe8JVWK-60/s1600-h/Jaime+Lynne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233276114208004258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBU5hbnmKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxe8JVWK-60/s320/Jaime+Lynne.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaime is a blessing in my life. She is my first child and my first daughter. These are the reasons she is so special to me (in no particular order): &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is and always has been very responsible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can count on her word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a real zest for life which makes her a "fun girl."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has many friends because she is one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to take pictures and is very good at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a very creative scrapbooker. I love that she loves to document even the littlest things in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She brought Rob into our lives. I couldn't have chosen a better husband for her and I love him with all my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a good example.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a very talented musician, who sings as well as she plays the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is not afraid to share the gospel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to serve the Lord and others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She reads her scriptures daily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She keeps a journal, sometimes. When she was younger, she wrote in it daily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a hard worker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to serve others and looks for opportunities to do so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is beautiful inside and out. Her beauty glows when she smiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a privilege to be her mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, Jaime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-2115706070726929130?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/2115706070726929130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=2115706070726929130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/2115706070726929130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/2115706070726929130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/jaime-lynne.html' title='Jaime Lynne'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SKBU5hbnmKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxe8JVWK-60/s72-c/Jaime+Lynne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-1379987344416427626</id><published>2008-08-09T00:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:55:19.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personalities'/><title type='text'>Acting Silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6NbtqM_nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eS8nyMGPPnw/s1600-h/IMG_4792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232775324303687282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6NbtqM_nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eS8nyMGPPnw/s200/IMG_4792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SH1TxDhkz3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kgH5vTBIOtg/s1600-h/IMG_4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SH1TxFMNUoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/v1mQ_5TzYd4/s1600-h/IMG_4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SH1TxFMNUoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/v1mQ_5TzYd4/s1600-h/IMG_4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do my best to act silly, but it doesn't come naturally most of the time. However, there is hope if I continue to hang around Jaime and Rob long enough. Maybe it will become a habit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken on our trip to Disneyland in April of this year. I had fun taking these pictures, but it was a stretch for me. When Jaime joined the Lea family, they decided to take a personality color test. She brought it to us. I learned that I am very gold (organized, need a schedule) but also a suppressed orange (one who loves to let her hair down and be spontaneous). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have been aware of color personalities, I have watched our interaction as a family and found it very interesting. I have determined that I have been a suppressed orange for so long I don't even know how to let loose anymore. What a shame. I'll have to work on it . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-1379987344416427626?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/1379987344416427626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=1379987344416427626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1379987344416427626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1379987344416427626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-do-my-best-to-act-silly-but-it-doesnt.html' title='Acting Silly'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6NbtqM_nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eS8nyMGPPnw/s72-c/IMG_4792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-6369842260020291413</id><published>2008-08-08T11:27:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:49:58.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>It's My Birthday and I'll Cry If I Want To . . .</title><content type='html'>Today I turned 56. I never thought about being 56 before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are not my favorite thing, but I suppose everyone has to have one at least once a year. I prefer to think of myself as "29 + postage and handling." That's good enough for me and I think it fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie has been reminding me all week, several times a day, that I'm the birthday girl. Now I ask you, how can one ignore one's birthday with her around?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this little ditty that I quite enjoy. I suppose that if one has to have a birthday one might as well find some humor in it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Carlin's Views on Aging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . . You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSSS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you reach BEDTIME. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90's, you start going backwards. "I was JUST 92."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232372398873833906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ0e-Xdu8bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5sT318lRKlY/s200/RSCN5329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning Duane fixed me one of his famous omelets. Brandon called first thing this morning (First thing for him, that is. He was still half asleep at 10:00.) By the end of the day I had heard from each of my children, my sister, and my friend Vickie. My parents dropped over mid-afternoon. We went out for Mexican food in the early evening, then came back and played a little 399 (Duane's invention). The evening was spent watching the Summer Olympics Opening Ceremony in Beijing, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good day -- 08/08/08. This date will never come again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-6369842260020291413?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/6369842260020291413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=6369842260020291413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6369842260020291413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6369842260020291413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-birthday-and-ill-cry-if-i-want.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday and I&apos;ll Cry If I Want To . . .'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ0e-Xdu8bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5sT318lRKlY/s72-c/RSCN5329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-7622455474509114259</id><published>2008-08-06T10:54:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:37:24.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape to Paradise</title><content type='html'>I believe every woman deserves to be treated like a queen at least once in their lifetime. If it happens more than once, they are really blessed! I can think of two experiences in my life when I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJnmVTywtsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gzgl3-3RpHM/s1600-h/2006.04.22+Sapphire+Princess+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231465695932364482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJnmVTywtsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gzgl3-3RpHM/s200/2006.04.22+Sapphire+Princess+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of those times is cruising on a "big boat" (as Angie would say). The luxury of ordering anything you want to eat without thinking about the cost, having your bed turned down for you. No &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJnrKxZrSbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GXQFhIlmYsY/s1600-h/2006.04.22+Sapphire+Princess+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231471012459792818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJnrKxZrSbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GXQFhIlmYsY/s200/2006.04.22+Sapphire+Princess+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;schedule: eat when you want, sleep when you want, play when you want. No real purpose. I suppose it's my idea of "the life of the rich and famous."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other time I indulged in the life of the rich and famous was yesterday, August 6, 2008. Jaime and Rob gave me an amazing gift for Christmas last year. It was the Great Escape Spa Package at the St. George Day Spa. I think they were a little annoyed with me that I hadn't used it yet, but I told them I was waiting for Jaime to come up so we could do it together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231455686963586818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJndOtepZwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rLvZXyUSU6k/s320/Scans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did and we enjoyed an amazing, relaxing three hours at the spa. It started with a European facial, then a great Swedish massage, and ended with a pedicure. I felt lighter than air as I walked out of that spa. It had a great deal to do with the treatments we received, but more to do with the time we spent together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit I was surprised at how tired I was after we got home. We both needed a good nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I think it's a shame I don't run in the circles of the rich and famous. Living like that could be habit forming. And then I remember that that isn't what life is all about and I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather be where I am: living the life of the not so rich and famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, Jaime and Rob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-7622455474509114259?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/7622455474509114259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=7622455474509114259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7622455474509114259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7622455474509114259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/escape-to-paradise.html' title='Escape to Paradise'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJnmVTywtsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gzgl3-3RpHM/s72-c/2006.04.22+Sapphire+Princess+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-7504095014642649301</id><published>2008-08-02T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:55:20.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJSnzfG38XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Aqf3YlhgpF4/s1600-h/DSCN5304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229989570249486706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJSnzfG38XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Aqf3YlhgpF4/s320/DSCN5304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As one marches along through life, one comes across experiences and taste treats that really make a difference. Peanut Butter Cups do it for me. They have been a part of my life almost as long as I can remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. I'm sure I spent a good amount of my babysitting money on them. I remember an experience in Junior High School..... I played the clarinet in the band and sang in the choir. My teacher, Mr. Garlinghouse, was always catching me with peanut butter cups and giving me a royal scolding. On the last day of school, he presented me with a package of ten! I was so thrilled (and embarrassed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jaime was at Ricks College in Rexburg, Idaho, she introduced me to the Walmart brand, Great Value. I was hooked immediately! They are so creamy. Now I can't even eat a Reeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't had one for a while, so I made my husband stop at Walmart on a recent trip to Salt Lake. Ahhhh, life is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-7504095014642649301?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/7504095014642649301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=7504095014642649301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7504095014642649301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/7504095014642649301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/hooked.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Pleasures'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJSnzfG38XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Aqf3YlhgpF4/s72-c/DSCN5304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-6323340005137817899</id><published>2008-07-28T08:05:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:38:48.152-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel Mutual'/><title type='text'>"Angel" Mutual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ5TlgyUM4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/sUvUDgxV7uY/s1600-h/Angie+&amp;amp;+Sister+Holfeltz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232711720972333954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ5TlgyUM4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/sUvUDgxV7uY/s200/Angie+%26+Sister+Holfeltz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister Holfeltz &amp;amp; Angie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For nearly ten years before we moved from Draper to St. George Angie participated in Special Needs Mutual. It is an amazing program sponsored by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for special needs "youth" twelve years and older. It is organized just like any mutual program should be with Young Men and Young Women presidencies, advisors, scout leaders and assistants, music specialists (when deemed necessary) and activity chairpersons (when needed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that makes this program special is the "youth counselors." They are high school juniors and seniors who are called for the period of September through May to be one-on-one buddies with the special needs youth. They are assigned specifically to one person to become their friend, their role model. Angie has developed some very special relationships with her counselors, even though they have moved on with their lives -- on to college, on to marriage, on to parenthood -- they still keep in touch occasionally. She will never forget them and their love and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232709629253291890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ5Rrwhoj3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pMc8BBQ5FEI/s200/Angel+Mutual+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As a side note, we lovingly call it "Angel" Mutual because Angie had a hard time saying "Special Needs Mutual." Besides, we think it fits better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had heard about Special Needs Mutual for several years, but it just seemed like ANOTHER thing on our very long "To Do" list at that time. Special Needs Mutual first touched our lives when our oldest daughter, Jaime, was called to be a Youth Counselor. She insisted that Angie come along. Immediately Angie was hooked. When Jaime was released, we couldn't even consider dropping Angie out. She looked forward to it every week. Up until then, each day ran into another, but suddenly she was keeping track of the days of the week. She always knew when it was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Mutual is a very special, safe place for Angie. We don't have to worry about who she is with. It is HER world and we are only allowed to visit occasionally (according to her). SHE is the star. The program is for HER. She is loved unconditionally, just the same as she loves others. No one laughs at her and her friends, only with them. It's a wonderful place full of love. Miracles happen there every week. People grow in, oh, so many ways. The Spirit is so very strong because these special youth are so close to it. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232710234693957554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ5SO_9797I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Qfo3sv6isRE/s200/Angel+Mutual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program was started in 1989 by a mother who had a daughter with special needs. It was obvious that, although the ward was good to her daughter and tried to include her in everything, she still was on the sidelines looking in. She got permission from her priesthood leaders to hold a little class with her daughter and some of her friends. From there, Special Needs Mutual was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally it was intended to help those with Special Needs, but it also touched the lives of each of the special needs person's families. Now it touches so many more lives. It reaches out to the leaders and youth counselors and their families. Beyond that it touches the ward mutuals who provide activities each month and then goes on to touch everyone who attends the Sacrament Meetings. I can't begin to express the way it has touched our lives as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another special thing about Angel Mutual is the activities. Once each month an assigned ward mutual plans and executes an activity for our "youth." For the regular mutual it is a service project, for our mutual it is a major event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mutual reciprocates by providing a Sacrament Meeting for their ward. The Sacrament Meeting program is awesome, probably one of the most spiritual experiences most people will ever have. A family will share their story, the mutual sings "I Am a Child of God," a few special needs persons and their counselors share their testimonies. The meeting is closed with the mutual singing and signing "In This Very Room." Seldom is there a dry eye in the crowd. When the meeting is over, the congregation seems to hesitate to break the spirit by moving on to other meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities are carefully planned and executed. Great care is taken to ensure that the special angels get to experience the same kinds of things the "normal" population takes for granted. Each year they do an opening social. The Young Women enjoy the Personal Progress program (adapted of course to their level of abilities) and work toward receiving the various recognition awards. The theme and values are emphasized. The Young Men work on Scouting. Some requirements and all age limits are waived. It is so wonderful to watch these special angels receive an award they may have worked years on achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Angel Mutual they celebrate all the holidays that come along. There are joint activities each month. In the early Spring they have a Road Show. Everyone is included and has a part. During the year there is a talent show. Every person who has the desire may share a talent, even if it takes several weeks to accomplish and even if they have to be limited to two minutes each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities are well supported by family and friends. We always had to move to a Stake Center for the Road Shows, and even at that, parking was limited. Even families of the Youth Counselors came! Bishops, Stake Presidents! This was a major event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232710977888018386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ5S6QlNX9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/BifUak_rqQA/s200/Angel+Mutual+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie was so happy at Angel Mutual. It gave her something to look forward to each week. She knew she was loved and appreciated for who she is. She felt important and special, something we all need to feel about ourselves. She was learning about the gospel on her level. She had friends. She was among others she loved besides her family. Many of these people do not have the ability to communicate with one another on a verbal level, but their ability to communicate spiritually cannot be described in words. It was something that had to be felt and observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Mutual is especially important for those who are no longer involved in the public school system. Suddenly they are without a social activity. Angel Mutual fills that void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Mutual is a blessing to so many people. It is a shame that no one in Southern Utah has heard of it. We determined when we arrived in St. George that it is time for the special needs people in Southern Utah to experience the blessings of Angel Mutual. We are making it our mission to get one started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-6323340005137817899?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/6323340005137817899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=6323340005137817899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6323340005137817899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6323340005137817899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/07/angel-mutual.html' title='&quot;Angel&quot; Mutual'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ5TlgyUM4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/sUvUDgxV7uY/s72-c/Angie+%26+Sister+Holfeltz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-3881993067878287289</id><published>2008-07-27T17:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:55:21.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>Angela Joy -- Our "Angel of  Joy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227875134560191538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SI0kvIWOxDI/AAAAAAAAACk/vg_ZIEgY314/s320/DSCN0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyone who knows us knows we have a very special daughter who has Down Syndrome. Keep in mind that she is not "a Downs." She is Angie who happens to have Down Syndrome. Down Syndrome is not a person. It is a &lt;strong&gt;condition&lt;/strong&gt; that occurred at the moment of conception. I always marvel that an extra chromosome should cause so much trouble. If anything, it should result in the individual being gifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie has been a complete joy in our lives. (Thus the middle name "Joy." We named her that in faith because at the time we had no clue.) The world was a very dark and scary place when we were told of her condition right after she was born. Our minds wandered in so many horrible directions. Our world -- and that of her siblings -- was changed forever. We were so fortunate to have supportive doctors and family to buoy us up during that first year. People who understood and loved us -- and her -- unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231567910662241202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJpDS_Va-7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y5F5fC4wa6s/s200/Angie+at+7+mos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infancy and childhood weren't too difficult once we got past the acceptance stage. There were some health issues. A good deal of time was spent in doctors' offices and hospitals dealing with challenges like a partial ASD (a whole in her heart), atresia (blockages) in both ears, leg perthes (a joint condition in the hip), loose neck muscles (a result of poor muscle tone) which resulted in the fusion of her first two vertebrae and a condition in which one leg was growing faster than the other. (Thank goodness these things didn't hit us all at once!) Other than that, there were the usual colds, flus, ear infections, tonsilitis. And believe it or not, we were grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJTX3toHTOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gPKWRl20OfY/s1600-h/SUC50342_057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230042419424611554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJTX3toHTOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gPKWRl20OfY/s200/SUC50342_057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie was blessed with teachers all through her school days who loved her enough to insist that she learn and progress wherever possible. They didn't sit back and make excuses just because she was "handicapped." And they (among others) shared some priceless advice which has helped guide us in guiding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie began her education at the age of two. She attended Jordan Valley School (for special needs children). We mainstreamed her into the "normal" population when she was in the third grade. All through her public school education she attended classes where she could interact with others and learn certain skills, but her academics were taught in either resource or special education classes. After graduating from high school, she went on to "college" at South Valley School, another school for special education students where job training and social skills were greatly emphasized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJTbYSLUmPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jyHxV5tkKUs/s1600-h/Draper+Elementary+Kitchen+Staff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230046277526657266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJTbYSLUmPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jyHxV5tkKUs/s200/Draper+Elementary+Kitchen+Staff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon graduating from "college," she worked in the kitchen at Draper Elementary School as an assistant. She helped prepare the lunches and assisted in serving. It was her job to fill the fruit cups, prepare the silverware, etc. The lunch ladies were so good to her and she loved her job, even though it remained a volunteer position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to St. George in December of 2005. Her adjustment went better than ours did. Even though she did not find work right away and she no longer had "Angel" Mutual, she didn't seem to struggle; maybe it's because her grandparents (Mom and Pop McCloud) live only ten minutes away now and her sisters (Jaime and Lisa) are in Las Vegas, which is only an hour and forty minutes from door to door. Angie has a gift: she can adjust to being anywhere as long as she is loved and has time to watch a few movies in peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJTgCAjGKHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6eU20BJTwwc/s1600-h/Coral+Cliffs+Elementary+Kitchen+Staff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230051392395552882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJTgCAjGKHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6eU20BJTwwc/s200/Coral+Cliffs+Elementary+Kitchen+Staff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 2007 we attempted to find Angie a real job, one that would pay her. But the job market was so poor, even for "normal" people, that we decided to let her continue volunteering at our neighborhood school , Coral Cliffs Elementary (in St. George). She is happy there and loves the ladies she works with. Besides, nearly every dime she might make would be deducted from her social security. It's not worth the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now 25 years old; and as I look back, I can see that most of the challenges we had with her were only bumps in the road, not major roadblocks even though they may have seemed such at the time. She truly is a gift from our Father in Heaven. She is very close to the Spirit and is a constant reminder that we are all children of a loving Heavenly Father and he most assuredly has a plan for all of us, including her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-3881993067878287289?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/3881993067878287289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=3881993067878287289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3881993067878287289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/3881993067878287289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-angel-of-joy.html' title='Angela Joy -- Our &quot;Angel of  Joy&quot;'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SI0kvIWOxDI/AAAAAAAAACk/vg_ZIEgY314/s72-c/DSCN0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-9137696368943505196</id><published>2008-07-16T08:00:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:31:39.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>Disneyland &amp; A Quarter Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jaime had been wanting to go to Disneyland for a long time and she had been dreaming about taking Angie. So on April 26, 2008 that trip to Disneyland became a reality. The occasion (not that one was needed) was Angie's 25th birthday. Jaime and Rob were kind enough to include me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a wonderful, carefree vacation. Rob made it his responsibility to take care of all of us and make sure we were comfortable and had plenty of liquids -- and ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6Rj8kbiuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKDoxVk8f-k/s1600-h/DSCN4689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232779863791471330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6Rj8kbiuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKDoxVk8f-k/s200/DSCN4689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6R031SteI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hO1-PQ9yEg4/s1600-h/DSCN4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232780154577794530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6R031SteI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hO1-PQ9yEg4/s200/DSCN4665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie was such a great sport! She had very specific ideas about what she wanted to ride after she caught on to the whole experience. We rode nearly all the rides in the Magic Kingdom and the funnest ones in California Adventure. We had to coax her a little at times when the lines went up and over, but she braved through it and was willing to "go again." I'll never understand how she can be afraid of heights and yet love the roller coasters . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232780633554675442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6SQwKR5vI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vSGwN3YA8bo/s200/IMG_4294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised her with a Princess Luncheon where she met Ariel, Belle, Cinderella, Princess Aurora (Sleeping Beauty), and most importantly Snow White. A couple of the hightlights at the luncheon were her stealing Rob's napkin in a panic to wipe her mouth and her popping out of her chair and leading the entire restaurant as they sang happy birthday to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJn8pv827dI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0CaNXvrBr74/s1600-h/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6SxytSsdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ba5iAuPNBPc/s1600-h/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232781201174082002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6SxytSsdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ba5iAuPNBPc/s200/IMG_4386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6TF64tFzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wsSS13pg0qs/s1600-h/IMG_4413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232781546966816562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6TF64tFzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wsSS13pg0qs/s200/IMG_4413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJn9SDkRXzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mr5nu3HULOc/s1600-h/IMG_4413.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJn8pv827dI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0CaNXvrBr74/s1600-h/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We found ourselves wearing out in the afternoons, so we went back to the hotel for a nap and had a leisurely dinner before returning for evening adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our favorite quotes from Angie were "Urry, Mommy. Snow White waiting," (this said as we were packing for the trip) "go again," "BORING!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again to Jaime and Rob for including me in this once in a lifetime vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232781968287286466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6TecbVRMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ElALOyMLlW0/s200/IMG_4817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-9137696368943505196?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/9137696368943505196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=9137696368943505196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/9137696368943505196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/9137696368943505196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-do-my-best-to-act-silly-but-it-doesnt.html' title='Disneyland &amp; A Quarter Century'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJ6Rj8kbiuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKDoxVk8f-k/s72-c/DSCN4689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-899383646610759988</id><published>2008-07-15T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:55:23.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families'/><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jaime has successfully combined her two families. We have a great time together. In May of 2006 we attended Women's Conference at BYU and had such a good time we decided that Women's Conference should be a tradition each year unless, of course, someone is sick or having babies. Those are the only two excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJS3nAZkxoI/AAAAAAAAADU/KTfWJNbh3tc/s1600-h/2006.05.04+Women"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJS7eR0SovI/AAAAAAAAADs/Sd5HzrQISFo/s1600-h/2006.05.04+Women"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011196137186034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJS7eR0SovI/AAAAAAAAADs/Sd5HzrQISFo/s320/2006.05.04+Women%27s+Conf.Meish+Grad+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a time for "mature" women to just be girls. No responsibilities, no worries, no men. How often does this opportunity come along? Would you believe these two old gals could be so silly as to dance on the desk in the dorms? (This is my mother and me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Conference is a great three days of spiritual feasting with lots of laughs and giggles and sillyness. We work on service projects, which make us feel good that we are doing something for others who have so much less than we do. There is plenty of time to talk and share, read, play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Conference 2007 did not disappoint. The weather was a little cool with the overcast skies, but our spirits were not dampened because girls just wanna have fun -- even in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJS7_0bX4jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NupzGRs5MfY/s1600-h/DSCN4376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011772363596338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJS7_0bX4jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NupzGRs5MfY/s320/DSCN4376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends... Good times... Great memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-899383646610759988?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/899383646610759988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=899383646610759988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/899383646610759988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/899383646610759988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJS7eR0SovI/AAAAAAAAADs/Sd5HzrQISFo/s72-c/2006.05.04+Women%27s+Conf.Meish+Grad+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-6088723974258576316</id><published>2008-07-15T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:55:23.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Nation's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SHy-EWu5wcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/81987kSpvzA/s1600-h/IMG_6417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258649873990082" style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SHy-EWu5wcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/81987kSpvzA/s320/IMG_6417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of the fun things we did on the Fourth of July. Mom and Pop jointed us for breakfast at Lin's Market. We dropped over to Worthen Park to check out the activities there. Jaime and Rob came up from Las Vegas. We had a great American barbecue with homemade sloppy hamburgers and the trimmings (including Mom McCloud's famous macaroni salad). Rob's brother, Jimmy, and his family found a great spot to view fireworks on a hill south of St. George where we had a perfect view of the entire city. We enjoyed chocolate chip cookies made by Angie and Jaime and watched the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SHy-EgK9fCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0zbNiVwS5Dc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258652407594018" style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SHy-EgK9fCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0zbNiVwS5Dc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to celebrate our country's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-6088723974258576316?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/6088723974258576316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=6088723974258576316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6088723974258576316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/6088723974258576316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-happy-day.html' title='Our Nation&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SHy-EWu5wcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/81987kSpvzA/s72-c/IMG_6417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423883302260343068.post-1192818042732314556</id><published>2008-07-15T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:59:48.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Internet World</title><content type='html'>This is Shauna and this is my first blog post. I have succumbed to the pressure! My family hopes this site will become a treasure trove of memories and a place to capture the small things that happen each day that matter the very most in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423883302260343068-1192818042732314556?l=theneveremptynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/feeds/1192818042732314556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423883302260343068&amp;postID=1192818042732314556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1192818042732314556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423883302260343068/posts/default/1192818042732314556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theneveremptynest.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-internet-world.html' title='Hello, Internet World'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889874620490868790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o2TiCyT82Xo/SJfZ3y89Y6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/WoYUELj_l_M/S220/IMG_4730.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
