<?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-2489902956932679167</id><updated>2011-11-22T22:04:51.345-08:00</updated><category term='folsom'/><category term='dad'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='sisters'/><title type='text'>My Scrumptious Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Livin' the dream...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-4653006054789876635</id><published>2011-11-22T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:04:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break Plans</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned how much I &lt;strike&gt;appreciate&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOVE paid holidays (&amp;amp; also paid vacations)? Well, I do. I LOVE it. I remember the first time I had a paid holiday time was Thanksgiving and the Day After Thanksgiving a few years ago. I took a trip to Disneyland with my roommates. &amp;nbsp;I remember thinking, "I'm at Disneyland and I'm getting paid for it!"...honestly, I'm pretty sure that I said that out loud...at least once. It was the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still love paid time off. And I get 2 days this week! &amp;nbsp;I'm so excited! &amp;nbsp;Here are things I plan on doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday night&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homemade Pizza/Movie party for my mom. Her birthday was Monday, but Drake doesn't come home until today, so we decided to really celebrate tomorrow (make sense?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://motleyvision.org/ldscinema/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/17-miracles-10002283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://motleyvision.org/ldscinema/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/17-miracles-10002283.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday (Thanksgiving)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up Paper (to get the ads to look through!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turkey Trot - a 5K that I will likely have to walk for a good chunk of b/c I have not been a good runner for the past year...I was planning on building up over the last week and I thought I could do a pretty good job...then I got the Cold of Death last week...so, really, I'm just lucky to be alive now. &amp;nbsp;I'll try my best though&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbskzzo2.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/turkeytrotdl.jpg?w=425&amp;amp;h=284&amp;amp;crop=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://cbskzzo2.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/turkeytrotdl.jpg?w=425&amp;amp;h=284&amp;amp;crop=1" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the Parade (until the games start for my dad to watch)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make Food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat Food/Spend time with family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan for Friday Shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING! - I plan on doing most of my Christmas shopping this day. I know some people like to avoid Black Friday shopping, but I find it thrilling. LOVE IT. &amp;nbsp;I'm not yet sure when I'll start...will I stay up for the midnight openings? &amp;nbsp;Will I get up at 3? 4? 5? &amp;nbsp;That's what the planning is for (see Thursday's list)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend time with Familia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe go to Del Oro High School Playoff Game to support my Alma Mater? Go Golden Eagles!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe I'll even brave the YSA dance? So many possibilities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;General laziness...although maybe I'll get around to cleaning my car...which I have been putting off for WAY too long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm leaving a lot of room for options that may arise and to general do what I feel...but, this is going to be a GREAT weekend. I can feel it in my bones!&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/2489902956932679167-4653006054789876635?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4653006054789876635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=4653006054789876635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4653006054789876635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4653006054789876635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-break-plans.html' title='Thanksgiving Break Plans'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2228772895496342460</id><published>2011-11-20T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:45:58.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful 14-20</title><content type='html'>Let the fun continue. I have to say, I am liking this idea so much that I've decided to write down something I am thankful for each day in my journal. I plan on some things repeating themselves, but I want to stop and think back on each day I live and find at least one thing to be thankful for. But, for the blog...I'm going to continue like this for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Health. I've been sick this week, but still I am thankful for good health. I have a minor disease that is unpleasant at times, but nothing that can't be tolerated and treated. I am so grateful that that is the worst I can say about my health. I am so grateful that I have generally good health. Very, very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. An ability to speak another language. I speak Portuguese, and I LOVE it! I also speak Spanish fairly well. I am just so grateful for the opportunities I've had to learn other languages and to use them in my life. Today we had a new girl at church who is from Brazil! &amp;nbsp;She'll be in our ward for a year. &amp;nbsp;I am excited to spend time with her and get to practice my Portuguese. Yay! &amp;nbsp;I think it also helped her feel a little more like home in that someone could speak her native language with her...even though she does speak good English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Friends. Oh am I so grateful for my friends. I have so many, many good friends, and I am grateful for each of them. I am especially thankful for my "Utah friends". There is a special group of girls (you know who you are) that continue to be such good friends to me even when we live all over the country now (and even one in Hungary). They are always there to hear my complaints, to give me comfort when I need it, and to celebrate my joys. I have made good friends since, but those girls and I share something special. I'll be forever grateful for them in my life and that Heavenly Father lead us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Brazilian Food. Random? Maybe. Delicious? No doubt. We had a ward party on Friday where people brought food from all over the world. It was amazing, but I have to admit that mostly I just wanted to eat my Brazilian food...I was craving it all week. I made Feijoada (a bean stew - the national dish) with rice and bananas, Brigadeiros (kind of like a little chocolate truffle...amazing), and Pao de Queijo (Brazilian Cheese Bread Rolls). All. Delicious. LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Technology. Not only does the existence of technology mean I have a job, but it just makes my life easier. I recently purchased my first iPhone. I'm loving it. My favorite part is that I have the scriptures and other gospel resources on my phone. I love to read a little in the scriptures, or a conference talk, or something on my lunch break. It is a great part of my day. It is also handy to have when I'm studying my scriptures at night and I want to do a search on lds.org on whatever I'm studying, but I don't want to pull out my computer. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Chocolate. I love chocolate. Possibly love it too much. In fact, I'm going to avoid treats twice a week from now on...but that's another post for another day. Chocolate does bring me happiness though. I really am grateful for it's healing powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The United States of America. I can't tell you how blessed I feel to have been born in this country. I know it was a blessing from the Lord and I am grateful for it. A part of me is Brazilian, but really, I can never deny how American I am. And I am glad. We are more blessed here than we often recognize. I am so grateful for my life here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2228772895496342460?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2228772895496342460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2228772895496342460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2228772895496342460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2228772895496342460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-14-20.html' title='Thankful 14-20'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-1450192571692068918</id><published>2011-11-20T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:31:52.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful 7-13</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't post last week, so it's catchup time. &amp;nbsp;This week I've been sick, along with everyone else in the family. I'm starting to feel better finally, and I'm hoping I can make it back to the gym tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, that was this week, and here is my thankful list I should have posted last Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My parents. In case you didn't already know, my parents are awesome. &amp;nbsp;They have always been there for me and have always helped me so much. It makes me teary-eyed when I think about all they have done for me. I really am so grateful for them. Love you Mom &amp;amp; Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My brothers. In case you didn't already know, my brothers are awesome. I have three brothers by birth: Bohdan, Zachary &amp;amp; Drake. And one by marriage: Josh. &amp;nbsp;They are all great. Fun to be around and great examples of hard work and great hearts. I love spending times with all of them. I never laugh as hard as when my brothers are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My sisters. In case you didn't already know, my sisters are awesome. I have three sisters: Candie, Sierra &amp;amp; Abigail. I LOVE spending time with them. We are a lot the same and a lot different at the same time. Candie and I have done pretty much everything together our whole lives since we are so close in age. Sierra &amp;amp; Abbie are a lot younger than us, but they've always been fun to be around...and I love now that they are older too that we can spend time as adults together (Abs is practically an adult now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Eden &amp;amp; Ezra. In case you didn't already know, my niece and nephew are awesome. Seriously. They make me laugh whenever they are around. They are hilarious. Almost 2 years old and so fun to be around! They are beautiful and wonderful. I am so thankful that I live close to them so I can see them as often as I do....and that Candie &amp;amp; Josh share them with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Words of the Living Prophets and Apostles. There have been a lot of times lately that I have felt like I needed some direction and somehow I've been led to just the write talks by our living prophets and apostles that have been &lt;b&gt;exactly &lt;/b&gt;what I needed. I am so grateful for these men in my life and how they bring the words of Christ into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The Scriptures. Like the words of the living prophets, I love the words recorded by ancient prophets. I am so grateful for the direction I receive as I read the scriptures. Over the years, there are many scriptures that I have been able to memorize. I have been blessed so many times as I've had those scriptures in my mind at the exact moment I have needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Right now, I'm really loving Michael Buble's new Christmas Album, so I'm going to list that right now as something I am grateful for. It is bringing a lot of joy into my life. I am especially in love with this song right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/oKkC46QZa0k/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKkC46QZa0k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKkC46QZa0k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-1450192571692068918?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1450192571692068918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=1450192571692068918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1450192571692068918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1450192571692068918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-7-14.html' title='Thankful 7-13'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2761583852460152837</id><published>2011-11-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:17:00.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Its probably not hard to see that I just may be the worst blogger ever. I have been pretty bad about writing in my journal too, which is weird. &amp;nbsp;I wrote every day for 5 years or so during and after my mission, but the last couple years haven't been so easy. I need to fix that. But, just like I always say I'm going to be better at blogging, it doesn't really seem to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pondered why. I think it is in large part because my life seems to be constant. There doesn't seem to be much different from month to month or year to year, let alone day to day. &amp;nbsp;Whenever people ask me what is new in my life, I've got nothing. I work, I do church stuff, I spend time with my family. The same, always. I don't have a new husband, or even a new boyfriend. I don't have kids that are constantly changing and growing. I really think my trial right now in life is that life is the same. I've been in singles wards for WAY too long. I've been serving in a Relief Society Presidency either as a counselor or a president since 2005 (minus a few months in there that I was a ward missionary). I've been at the same job for 2 1/2 years. Life is constant. And, that is hard for me. Some people like that, and in some ways I do like it. But, I crave change. I need a new challenge, I need to grow in a different way. &amp;nbsp;For that, I'm actually really excited to turn 31 in a few months. At least then I'll get new opportunities in a family ward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it also scares me. Where in the world am I going to find someone to marry once I leave the singles ward? &amp;nbsp;I mean, I haven't even been able to find one here. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;Through it all, one this is sure: God loves me. He knows me. I trust Him. He has never let me down before. In fact, life really is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my point. Gratitude. Sometimes I fail to be as grateful as I should be. It's easy to see how I'd like my life to be different, but in reality, my life is beautiful in its own way, and it always has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sacrament meeting today, a lady stood up to bear her testimony. &amp;nbsp;She was just visiting because she had a friend that is not a member of our church that wanted to come to church, so she brought her to the singles ward. This woman, herself, is married and has 4 children. &amp;nbsp;She said she wanted to bear her testimony because she was so impressed by the testimonies that had been shared. It was obvious to her that everyone had a strong personal relationship to the Savior. That got me thinking. I think we are all so close to the Savior &lt;b&gt;because &lt;/b&gt;we are single. Not that I don't think married people, and especially parents aren't close to the Savior. But, as singles, we often only have the Savior. We have family and friends, but there is something missing when you're single. You don't have a spouse to talk to about things, so we turn to the Lord. At least that's my experience. I think I am closer to the Savior because I've been single for so long. That's what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; needed in my life. I know the Lord knows what's going on and what we each need, and I needed to be single for longer because I needed to develop a deeper relationship with him. I'm sure other people find that elsewhere, but I needed my singlehood to do that. &amp;nbsp;So, I am grateful for that woman who shared her testimony with us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the month of November, I am setting a goal to write down something I am thankful for for each day of the month. I know this isn't something new. I also know that I will not do it every day. So, I've decided to type it all up on Sunday nights for the previous week. Things won't be in order and some may seem silly, but I need this right now. So, let's begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Savior. I love Him. I am so grateful for Him and all that He has done for me in my life. He is with me everyday. I am grateful to feel him in my life. I am especially grateful for the Atonement so that I can be forgiven of so many failures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family. A lot of people love their families, but I love mine the most. :) &amp;nbsp;My family is amazing. I know we were meant to be together. I learn so much from them, and continue to do so. I'm so grateful that they are so patient with me. I become a better person with each passing year with their help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job. I seriously am so grateful that I have work, and that it is a good job. I have awesome co-workers. We do amazing work together. Especially in this economy where it is so hard to find employment, I am grateful for my job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I know the church is true. It brings me peace and joy and happiness. It gives me direction and support and purpose. I am so thankful to my Heavenly Father to giving us an organized Church to help us in this life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rain. Even though it has been FREEZING the last few days, I am so grateful for the rain. I love the way it cleans and renews everything. In California, this is the green time of year. It NEVER rains during the summer. Ever. So, this is the time of year we get all our moisture. I am so grateful for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My calling. Even though I look forward to having new opportunities, I really do LOVE my calling. I have seen so much growth in myself during these years. I am so grateful that the Lord has given me this opportunity and responsibility. I hope I am a help to someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you grateful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2761583852460152837?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2761583852460152837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2761583852460152837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2761583852460152837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2761583852460152837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-for-thanksgiving.html' title='A Time for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-3091898238692550466</id><published>2011-06-18T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:15:43.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbk3_9nSNgw/Tf0_qYalcPI/AAAAAAAAARo/3nsnPoCGZh8/s1600/health_20090312_insomnia_banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbk3_9nSNgw/Tf0_qYalcPI/AAAAAAAAARo/3nsnPoCGZh8/s1600/health_20090312_insomnia_banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I know I have been EXTREMELY negligent of my blogging...and I know I say that all the time. &amp;nbsp;I really do have a desire to start being more diligent. &amp;nbsp;But, I've got to start somewhere....this has been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or does anyone else find that things seem so much worse in the middle of the night? &amp;nbsp;I have a bad habit of waking up multiple times during the night (not that I do it on purpose). &amp;nbsp;Usually, I can go right back to sleep and it's not that big of a deal (seriously, I wake up 5-6 times per night on average, I'd guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I'm not careful, I will start thinking about things in life like, "I really need to email/call so and so", or "I forgot to email the bishop the list of suggestions for Teachings for our Times and new callings", or "How can I pay off my car sooner?" &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think that maybe its the best time for the Spirit to remind me of things because there aren't other things battling for my attention. &amp;nbsp;But, whatever the reason, when it happens everything seems like a HUGE deal, and I end up being wide awake stressed about it.&amp;nbsp; I'll finally get back to sleep (usually) and then when daylight dawns and I think about it...it doesn't seem quite so dramatic. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;I've found myself lately being able to think, "it won't seem so bad in the morning". &amp;nbsp;And, usually that's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to anyone else? &amp;nbsp;Or am I just crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-3091898238692550466?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3091898238692550466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=3091898238692550466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3091898238692550466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3091898238692550466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbk3_9nSNgw/Tf0_qYalcPI/AAAAAAAAARo/3nsnPoCGZh8/s72-c/health_20090312_insomnia_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-7689583932611110217</id><published>2011-04-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T11:13:22.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter is inspiring</title><content type='html'>I love Easter. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you all do too. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful for my Savior, who would die for someone like me. &amp;nbsp;I feel inspired today to be better. &amp;nbsp;I've had time this morning to ponder and study...time I don't always have on a Sunday, but meetings were cancelled today, so I did in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend posted this on facebook today. &amp;nbsp;I don't think it was a coincidence. &amp;nbsp;It speaks so much the desire of my heart. &amp;nbsp;I want so much to grow into a better disciple. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful that I can see my faults, so that, through the Lord, I can become better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/snAjZ8mfoYw" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the text in case you don't want to watch the actual video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with you a vehicle, an instrument, that I developed some time ago for myself and for my family. It can assist us to reach our focus as we read the suggested vision of true discipleship as a Latter-day Saint. It helps when, from time to time, we ponder and seek identification with the following thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embrace this day with an enthusiastic welcome, no matter how it looks. The covenant with God to which you are true enables you to become enlightened by him, and nothing is impossible for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you are physically sick, tired, or in despair, steer your thoughts away from yourself and direct them, in gratitude and love, toward God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In your life there have to be challenges. They will either bring you closer to God and therefore make you stronger, or they can destroy you. But you make the decision of which road you take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost, you are a spirit child of God. If you neglect to feed your spirit, you will reap unhappiness. Don't permit anything to detract you from this awareness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cannot communicate with God unless you have first sacrificed your self-oriented natural man and have brought yourself into the lower levels of meekness, to become acceptable for the Light of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put all frustrations, hurt feelings, and grumblings into the perspective of your eternal hope. Light will flow into your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pause to ponder the suffering Christ felt in the Garden of Gethsemane. In the awareness of the depth of gratitude for him, you appreciate every opportunity to show your love for him by diligently serving in his Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God knows that you are not perfect. As you suffer about your imperfections, he will give you comfort and suggestions of where to improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God knows better than you what you need. He always attempts to speak to you. Listen, and follow the uncomfortable suggestions that he makes to us--everything will fall into its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avoid any fear like your worst enemy, but magnify your fear about the consequences of sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you cannot love someone, look into that person's eyes long enough to find the hidden rudiments of the child of God in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never judge anyone. When you accept this, you will be freed. In the case of your own children or subordinates, where you have the responsibility to judge, help them to become their own judges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If someone hurts you so much that your feelings seem to choke you, forgive and you will be free again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avoid at all cost any pessimistic, negative, or criticizing thoughts. If you cannot cut them out, they will do you harm. On the road toward salvation, let questions arise but never doubts. If something is wrong, God will give you clarity but never doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avoid rush and haste and uncontrolled words. Divine light develops in places of peace and quiet. Be aware of that as you enter places of worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be not so much concerned about what you do, but do what you do with all your heart, might, and strength. In thoroughness is satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want to be good and to do good. That is commendable. But the greatest achievement that can be reached in our lives is to be under the complete influence of the Holy Ghost. Then he will teach us what is really good and necessary to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pain of sacrifice lasts only one moment. It is the fear of the pain of sacrifice that makes you hesitate to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be grateful for every opportunity to serve. It helps you more than those you serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, when you are compelled to give up something or when things that are dear to you are withdrawn from you, know that this is your lesson to be learned right now. But know also that, as you are learning this lesson, God wants to give you something better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Elder F. Enzio Busche, BYU Devotional May, 1996&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-7689583932611110217?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7689583932611110217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=7689583932611110217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/7689583932611110217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/7689583932611110217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-is-inspiring.html' title='Easter is inspiring'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/snAjZ8mfoYw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2591534178168570739</id><published>2011-03-04T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T06:49:36.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This month is a special one this year. &amp;nbsp;Most people who read my blog know one of the reasons. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HPjmJ10_W6w/TXD63gj0HaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qpWfriVJnSc/s1600/180436_194181953942911_100000533238426_618584_1851179_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HPjmJ10_W6w/TXD63gj0HaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qpWfriVJnSc/s320/180436_194181953942911_100000533238426_618584_1851179_n.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This fun brother of mine comes home from his mission in just 3 weeks from yesterday. &amp;nbsp;It's hard, and yet easy, to believe that it's been 2 years already! &amp;nbsp;I'm excited to see him and spend time with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, there is also another reason that this month is special...its my last month in my 20's! &amp;nbsp;AH! &amp;nbsp;I'm not really sad about turning 30, but it's weird. &amp;nbsp;AND, I feel like I should do something special this last month, but I also feel like I'm barely keeping my head above water with work and church, etc. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I still want to do something to take advantage of my last month of this decade. &amp;nbsp;Any ideas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2591534178168570739?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2591534178168570739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2591534178168570739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2591534178168570739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2591534178168570739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/final-countdown.html' title='Final Countdown'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HPjmJ10_W6w/TXD63gj0HaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qpWfriVJnSc/s72-c/180436_194181953942911_100000533238426_618584_1851179_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-3553066268350054469</id><published>2011-02-25T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:29:07.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>I've been neglectful...maybe even more than usual. &amp;nbsp;Things have just been busy, and I'd often rather spend my little bit of extra time reading or watching some tv. &amp;nbsp;By the way, have any of you seen &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/who-do-you-think-you-are/"&gt;Who Do You Think You Are?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H6zDkbRwCb4/TWiPITY9NtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eC8EvCLbo60/s1600/who-do-you-think-you-are.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H6zDkbRwCb4/TWiPITY9NtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eC8EvCLbo60/s1600/who-do-you-think-you-are.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, quite possibly, my favorite show right now. &amp;nbsp;I often watch it Saturday morning on the DVR, but it is actually on Friday nights. &amp;nbsp;It makes me happy every time. &amp;nbsp;Family is great, and knowing our history helps us understand who we are. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I digress. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, life has been...life. &amp;nbsp;Busy, busy, busy. &amp;nbsp;Like, right now, for example, I should actually be studying for the Google exams I need to take for work within the next few days. &amp;nbsp;But, I'm too tired to think clearly (maybe b/c I worked overtime most of this week), so I'm procrastinating (and it'll probably end up being tomorrow before I get to it...just like the gym). Man, I need to get back on track with some things. &amp;nbsp;I really need to just set aside some time for certain things and not let anything get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, rambling again. &amp;nbsp;So, I'm going to try to figure out a way for me to be better about posting on this here blog. &amp;nbsp;I mean, what's the point of having it if I don't keep you all (all = +/-3 here) up to date on my eventful life? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-3553066268350054469?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3553066268350054469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=3553066268350054469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3553066268350054469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3553066268350054469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H6zDkbRwCb4/TWiPITY9NtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eC8EvCLbo60/s72-c/who-do-you-think-you-are.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2537125885144608433</id><published>2011-01-08T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:38:30.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This has been on my mind lately...</title><content type='html'>‎"Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing, nevertheless, they give their lives to little or nothing. One life is all we have, and we live it as we believe, and then it's gone."&lt;br /&gt;-Joan of Arc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2537125885144608433?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2537125885144608433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2537125885144608433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2537125885144608433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2537125885144608433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-has-been-on-my-mind-lately.html' title='This has been on my mind lately...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2961134743143017561</id><published>2011-01-01T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:07:30.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TR-zqmdC2OI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qcK41Dt2Jvc/s1600/2011vectorgraphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TR-zqmdC2OI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qcK41Dt2Jvc/s320/2011vectorgraphic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the beginning of a new year. &amp;nbsp;It's like the beginning of a new journal, or a new school year with new school supplies. &amp;nbsp;I just have this feeling of so many possibilities. &amp;nbsp;ANYTHING can happen. &amp;nbsp;I love thinking about what my life will be like at this time next year. &amp;nbsp;Where will I be? &amp;nbsp;What will have changed? &amp;nbsp;I hope I'm a better person. &amp;nbsp;I hope I become more like Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to set resolutions. &amp;nbsp;I'm fairly good at keeping them, at least a few at a time. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I shouldn't make so many, but I'm ok with making a lot and then keeping up with some. &amp;nbsp;I still have that feeling of accomplishment, and I've learned to let go of the ones that taper off and be ok with it. &amp;nbsp;I always make some resolutions in January and then often make some more/change some in April when I have my birthday. &amp;nbsp;But, here are a few of the ones I've decided on for this year (the ones I can remember off the top of my head b/c I don't really feel like getting up and going in my room to find my whole list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study the Articles of Faith and the principles they teach, including really memorizing them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend the temple every month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the gym 4 times a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out my car once a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash my car inside and out once a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write in my journal every night (I was really good at this for 6+ years, but have slacked off lately...it's time to get back to it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better visiting teacher (I need to decide how to measure this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose 20 pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can do it. :) &amp;nbsp;I hope every one of you also have a beautiful new year. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see what it brings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2961134743143017561?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2961134743143017561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2961134743143017561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2961134743143017561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2961134743143017561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TR-zqmdC2OI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qcK41Dt2Jvc/s72-c/2011vectorgraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5433560498969004179</id><published>2010-11-10T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:31:25.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful #9</title><content type='html'>The other day I was thinking about roommates. &amp;nbsp;As you can probably guess, I've had many in my day. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, most of them have been AMAZING. &amp;nbsp;That, of course, doesn't mean that living with other girls is always perfect. It also don't mean I didn't have to deal with problems sometimes, but I really am grateful for all of the experiences I've had with and because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;my roommates&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful for each of them, and for this period in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a small memorandum, here is a list of all* of my roommates (first names only as to protect identities):&lt;br /&gt;Susannah, Marissa, Maurine, Janeil, Brittany, Candie, Jen, Liz (1), Emily, Liz (2), Ashley, Gretchen, Kari, Heather, Britta, Clairice, Diane, Kat, Megan, Katie, April, Brittney, Summer, Kelly, Sierra. &amp;nbsp;(Not to mention pseudo roommates over the years like Stephanie, Kali &amp;amp; Bailey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*As best as I can remember and not including my Mission Companions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5433560498969004179?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5433560498969004179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5433560498969004179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5433560498969004179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5433560498969004179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-9.html' title='Thankful #9'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-8125516769646044928</id><published>2010-11-10T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:47:23.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful #8</title><content type='html'>I should have known I'd have a hard time keeping this up, but I still want to fill in all my days appropriately. &amp;nbsp;Today, and every day, I am thankful for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I have been blessed with the world's best family. I hope that when I have my own someday I can do whatever it is that my parents did to make such a family. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what I did in the pre-existence, but I will be eternally grateful that I was saved to be a part of this family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and I know not everyone was saved for a specific family, but my patriarchal blessing let's me know I was, so don't judge. :) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt9sCrMpYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Eh9f-RpQOn8/s1600/santa+cruz+fam+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt9sCrMpYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Eh9f-RpQOn8/s320/santa+cruz+fam+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh together (a LOT), we shed tears sometimes, we pray for each other. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My mom texted me on Friday night to let me know that I'd do fine in the race on Saturday b/c Abbie said the family prayer that night and prayed that I would do well and be safe. &amp;nbsp;I was.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;I love that we do that for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt7xbIuhqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1eVCTfTPIcI/s1600/Candie%2527s+wedding+stuff+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt7xbIuhqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1eVCTfTPIcI/s320/Candie%2527s+wedding+stuff+048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another thing I love about my family is that we don't feel competitive about each other. &amp;nbsp;Instead of being jealous when one person accomplishes something great (as, sadly, I've seen in other families), we are so happy and excited for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt-FD_bByI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zLWnwyUZ5SM/s1600/Smith+Rebellion+2007+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt-FD_bByI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zLWnwyUZ5SM/s320/Smith+Rebellion+2007+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt-5X_1iDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4yGOgnmB5NU/s1600/Edie+%2526+Ezzie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt-5X_1iDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4yGOgnmB5NU/s320/Edie+%2526+Ezzie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt_O0uRCaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DN-nDzbnHW0/s1600/me+and+zacky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt_O0uRCaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DN-nDzbnHW0/s320/me+and+zacky.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love them. &amp;nbsp;More than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Disclaimer: I couldn't quickly find pictures of everyone in my family. &amp;nbsp;We are missing some immediate family members that I dearly love: Bohdan, Mignon, Marquan, Sirreon, Monique, Stacy...and extended family as well...just sayin' doesn't mean I love them any less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-8125516769646044928?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8125516769646044928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=8125516769646044928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8125516769646044928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8125516769646044928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-8.html' title='Thankful #8'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNt9sCrMpYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Eh9f-RpQOn8/s72-c/santa+cruz+fam+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-7106986517949639810</id><published>2010-11-07T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:21:41.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Trulie, and I am a Mormon</title><content type='html'>Today I am grateful to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It is the most important thing in my life. &amp;nbsp;It has become a part of who I am to the point that I can't separate the rest of me from it. &amp;nbsp;I love this gospel, and the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Stake Conference this weekend and I had to miss last night's sessions since we didn't get back from Santa Barbara until late, but I learned that our Mission President's wife, Sister Pendleton, challenged all the members at the Adult Session to introduce themselves by saying, "My name is Trulie and I'm a Mormon". &amp;nbsp; I am proud to be a part of this great work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the true Church of Christ. &amp;nbsp;He is at the head. He loves His children and wants us each to be happy. &amp;nbsp;He wants to return to Him and our Father in Heaven. &amp;nbsp;That can happen through this Gospel. &amp;nbsp;It has the power of Christ, which is the power to save. &amp;nbsp;As we live the Gospel, we can become perfect in Christ, which will qualify us, through the Atonement, to return to Heavenly Father and have Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ lives. &amp;nbsp;He guides His church. &amp;nbsp;Through living prophets, He guides us today. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful to know all of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-7106986517949639810?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7106986517949639810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-8588340994789248892</id><published>2010-11-06T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:12:22.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful #6 and 1/2 Marathon report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really writing this on Sunday, but it's my thankful for yesterday, so I'm changing the post date. &amp;nbsp;Just deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ran a 1/2 marathon. &amp;nbsp;It is true. &amp;nbsp;It's also true that I walked a little bit along the way, but that's ok with me. &amp;nbsp;I'm not a hard-core runner. &amp;nbsp;6 months ago I wasn't any kind of runner. &amp;nbsp;And on November 6, I became a girl thatsuccessfully finished a 1/2 marathon. &amp;nbsp;That is amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, today I say I am thankful for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;my body&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Often when I go on my longer runs, I end up thinking, "I am doing this with just my body. &amp;nbsp;There are no levers, no gears, no chains involved. &amp;nbsp;It is 100% my own body power". &amp;nbsp;And that is amazing for me. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for a body that works. &amp;nbsp;Sure, it's not perfect. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I have a knee that likes to act up, just like it did yesterday, but I can still push through it. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNeTI-w9U_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/r4T7YTFkqew/s1600/Santa+Barbara+half+Marathon+094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNeTI-w9U_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/r4T7YTFkqew/s320/Santa+Barbara+half+Marathon+094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bright and early at the starting line with Bekah &amp;amp; Rebecca Hanson (they're sister in laws)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We left our hotel at 5:15 am to get to the starting line for the start at 6:30. &amp;nbsp;We had to get dropped off at a point about a mile from the start line and walk there. &amp;nbsp;It was a nice warmup...but maybe we should add that to the total covered that day. &amp;nbsp;So make that 14.1 miles. :) &amp;nbsp;When we got to the park to wait for the start, it was 6:10 and they let us know that they start was being delayed until 6:50 (and the marathon start delayed to 7). &amp;nbsp;The idea of waiting for it to start wasn't that exciting b/c I wanted to just get going, but it went by pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came prepared for my 1/2. &amp;nbsp;I packed stuff up in my little runner's pack, pinned my number to my favorite running shirt (don't ask me why my Dirty Dancing t-shirt is my favorite running shirt...just go with it...I can't explain it, but somehow it makes sense, right?). &amp;nbsp;I charged up my i-pod and even loaded a book on tape on it to listen to as I went. &amp;nbsp;BUT, I never even put my headphones in. &amp;nbsp;It was nice to just be there, listening to the sounds of my feet hitting the pavement, of the people around, of the environment. &amp;nbsp;Just to be totally there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a few people along the way. &amp;nbsp;Many people told me they liked my shirt (of course). &amp;nbsp;I also did a lot of people watching. &amp;nbsp;There was one girl that ran near me for quite a while, we passed each other back and forth. &amp;nbsp;She talked to herself pretty much the whole time. &amp;nbsp;Whatever gets you through, but it was funny. &amp;nbsp;I saw another lady in front of me rip some leaves off a tree and stick them in her mouth. &amp;nbsp;NO idea on that one, but I didn't see her slumped on the side of the road later, so I think she must be ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end I was hurting, but I wanted to finish strong. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to walk quite a bit at that point but I didn't let myself. &amp;nbsp;I ran, and when I entered the stadium to round the track to the finish I even picked it up a bit. &amp;nbsp;I finished with a time of 2 hours and 49 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I estimated I would finish between 2h30m or 3h...and that's just what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wore chips on our shoes, so right before you cross the finish line, they have a reader (then another at the finish). &amp;nbsp;As you cross the 1st reader, it let's the announcer know your name and some info about you. &amp;nbsp;I came in alone and the man said, "And here we have Trulie Cottman. &amp;nbsp;I love that name! &amp;nbsp;Everyone, we have Trulie here with us today (everyone cheered). &amp;nbsp;Come on in Trulie, so glad you're here." &amp;nbsp;It was a fun way to end. &amp;nbsp;Plus, then I got my medal, and that is something I'll treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNeTMr5dKbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Nn9Q4raZ98o/s1600/Santa+Barbara+half+Marathon+100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TNeTMr5dKbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Nn9Q4raZ98o/s320/Santa+Barbara+half+Marathon+100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me, Camie (who finished the full marathon!) &amp;amp; Bekah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I talked to my brother Zack on Monday and he said, "Tru, it's so crazy that you're going to run a 1/2 marathon. &amp;nbsp;You're probably the first Cottman in history to run one." &amp;nbsp;I had never thought of that, but I bet he's right. &amp;nbsp;It's not something we're naturally inclined to do in our family, but it was a great thing for me to do. &amp;nbsp;I am so glad I felt inspired to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do another one? &amp;nbsp;Maybe. &amp;nbsp;But, not anytime soon. &amp;nbsp;I'm looking forward to putting in a little bit of variety into my workouts instead of being dominated by running. &amp;nbsp;Then...we'll see. &amp;nbsp;I have a feeling I'll want to do it again sometime...and next time I will work harder to not walk at all...sometime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever do a marathon? &amp;nbsp;Probably not. &amp;nbsp;13.1 is good for me. &amp;nbsp;I really don't feel a desire for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-8588340994789248892?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8588340994789248892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=8588340994789248892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8588340994789248892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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silly...</title><content type='html'>...but I am thankful for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;washing machine&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I mean, we could also include in this all the other amenities we (pretty much all) enjoy in a 1st world country: dryers, dishwashers, microwaves, stoves, ovens, fresh water we don't have to buy, cars, vaccuums, air conditioning, heating...it really does go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I really needed to do some laundry before our trip today...and I just stuck it in the washer with some soap, etc and let it do it's thing. &amp;nbsp;Then, when it was done, I stuck it in the dryer before I went to bed. &amp;nbsp;Now, it is all ready to go. &amp;nbsp;No scrubbing by hand, no soaking, no hanging to dry (and waiting). &amp;nbsp;It's almost magical really. &amp;nbsp;Thankful. &amp;nbsp;That is how I feel about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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silly...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-3956970181717139476</id><published>2010-11-04T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:18:28.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Relief Society&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Does that sound like a cop-out? &amp;nbsp;It's not. &amp;nbsp;I really am thankful for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may be thinking I have to say that. &amp;nbsp;And it's true, I have spent the last few (5) years serving in Relief Society, but I really do love it. &amp;nbsp;I might love it more than ever because of all the time I've spent serving. &amp;nbsp;I know it's an inspired program. &amp;nbsp;I am so glad I am a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-3956970181717139476?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3956970181717139476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=3956970181717139476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3956970181717139476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3956970181717139476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2043084634442787693</id><published>2010-11-03T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:55:33.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Modern Medicine&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We had quite the scare last night with my Grandpa Blaine. &amp;nbsp;He had a seizure because his medication was off. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful that he quickly received help and that he is doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen medicine heal many people. &amp;nbsp;It is truly a miracle. &amp;nbsp;I don't understand all the ins and outs, but somehow it helps us and makes our lives easier...and often saves our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Lord has blessed us with medical knowledge for our benefit and that we should use it as often as necessary to live the lives we are meant to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2043084634442787693?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2043084634442787693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2043084634442787693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2043084634442787693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2043084634442787693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2908955423981059125</id><published>2010-11-02T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:35:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud to be an American</title><content type='html'>Today I am grateful to live in a free country where my opinion counts. &amp;nbsp;I'm thankful to know that I have a responsibility to choose the best leaders we have available and then pray they will make the correct decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VOTED, and I hope you did too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2908955423981059125?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2908955423981059125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2908955423981059125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2908955423981059125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2908955423981059125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-proud-to-be-american.html' title='I&apos;m proud to be an American'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2851370685146482685</id><published>2010-11-01T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:24:42.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while and I have a lot to post about I suppose, but I'm going to pull back a bit and try to do one entry every day of something I am grateful for. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it'll inspire me to do some extra catch-up posts here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for today, I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;My Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially at a time when so many people are looking for work, I am so grateful that the Lord has led me to not only have a job, but to have one that is enjoyable and teaches me new skills almost daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2851370685146482685?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2851370685146482685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2851370685146482685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2851370685146482685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2851370685146482685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-1148953329134758922</id><published>2010-08-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:17:20.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Change</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you're all sick of hearing about my running. &amp;nbsp;Sorry, I'll try to post something else next time. &amp;nbsp;And something with pictures...it's been a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the other day about how I've always felt about running. &amp;nbsp;I used to always say, "I hate running". And that was not an exaggeration in the least. &amp;nbsp;I really did hate it. &amp;nbsp;Invariably, there would be someone that would say, "I used to hate it too" as if this would inspire me to change. &amp;nbsp;I would think, every time I heard that, "yeah, but there is &lt;i&gt;no way&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;you hate it as much as I do". &amp;nbsp;And I really believed it. &amp;nbsp;These people claimed to have hated running at some point, but now they loved it? &amp;nbsp;Obviously, they didn't understand my level of hatred towards the sport. I HATED running. &amp;nbsp;I could not see a way for that to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, things do change. &amp;nbsp;When I was younger I hated a lot more things than I do now. &amp;nbsp;Coconut, blueberries, peppers, pants (as compared to shorts), etc. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Yes, I realize most of those things are food, it's all I could think of off the top of my head...I've always been a picky eater). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying running is my most favorite thing to do in the world. &amp;nbsp;But, I look forward to it, I love the way I feel when I'm done. &amp;nbsp;I love the way it makes my body feel (except for my aching knees). &amp;nbsp;I often have to really push myself to finish my run, but at the same time, I enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;I hope I never stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-1148953329134758922?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1148953329134758922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=1148953329134758922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1148953329134758922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1148953329134758922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-change.html' title='Things Change'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5779944662860784510</id><published>2010-08-13T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:40:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm still running. &amp;nbsp;For some reason, the last couple of weeks have been hard, but I've decided I'm going to start telling myself that I enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;During the day, I find myself looking forward to a run at night, but then sometimes the run itself isn't always what I want to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run outside a few times now. &amp;nbsp;2 times this week so far. &amp;nbsp;Turns out I like it MUCH, MUCH more than the treadmill...especially our crazy treadmill. &amp;nbsp;AND, I'm a lot faster outside, which is nice b/c that fits into my schedule much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I ran 5 miles outside and it was nice. &amp;nbsp;I ran by a few other people. &amp;nbsp;One guy raised his arm and gave me a fist pump from across the street. &amp;nbsp;It made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately as I run, I've been listening to Conference talks. &amp;nbsp;It gives me a chance to focus on what's most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I still don't love running, but I'm getting there slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5779944662860784510?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5779944662860784510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5779944662860784510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5779944662860784510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5779944662860784510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/running-update.html' title='Running Update'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2288118577469169776</id><published>2010-07-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:44:59.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TEx3wGmjntI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dxUjMlUKWj4/s1600/The+Summer+of+a+Thousand+Dreams+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TEx3wGmjntI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dxUjMlUKWj4/s320/The+Summer+of+a+Thousand+Dreams+052.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I recently re-listened to an old BYU devotional by Elder Dallin H. Oaks from 2002 called &lt;a href="http://speeches.byu.edu/reader/reader.php?id=684"&gt;Timing&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The first time I heard it was when it was given. &amp;nbsp;It was right before my mission and it felt as if he were talking just to me. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, lately it's been something I've been thinking about again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wish I could be doing right now. &amp;nbsp;Some big, some smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could take a class at the community college. &amp;nbsp;I miss learning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had time to work on Family History.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could serve at the temple as an ordinance worker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I was a wife and mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I know I'm where I'm supposed to be right now, and right now, the Lord has asked me to do other things. Listening to Elder Oaks' talk reminded me that "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times; font-size: 14px;"&gt;we cannot have true faith in the Lord without also having complete trust in the Lord's will and in the Lord's timing&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not complaining, just sharing. &amp;nbsp;I am content to do what the Lord has planned for me right now in my life. &amp;nbsp;It often means I sacrifice the things I want, for the things He wants from me right now. &amp;nbsp;Not that I think I won't eventually do all of the things I want to do. &amp;nbsp;I just have to wait it out. &amp;nbsp;I've seen Him bless my life time and time again as I've tried to do His will. &amp;nbsp;I know he will ALWAYS continue to do so. &amp;nbsp;He is "&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_chr/2/9#9"&gt;wonderful great&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2288118577469169776?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2288118577469169776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2288118577469169776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2288118577469169776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2288118577469169776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TEx3wGmjntI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dxUjMlUKWj4/s72-c/The+Summer+of+a+Thousand+Dreams+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-20601747068653749</id><published>2010-07-17T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:13:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>The other day Candie suggested that I should write about running. &amp;nbsp;As usual, she's right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been keeping up with my running. &amp;nbsp;I've done all of it on the treadmill in our garage so far. &amp;nbsp;I know, I know, running on a treadmill is not the same as running outside. &amp;nbsp;I'll get around to it, I promise. &amp;nbsp;Maybe this next week even. &amp;nbsp;I finally went and bought an arm band for my ipod, so that'll help things. &amp;nbsp;I should make myself a running playlist. &amp;nbsp;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the running has been going fairly well. &amp;nbsp;It's rough sometimes, especially on my "long" run days that really push me. &amp;nbsp;I've been doing those runs on Saturdays and will probably continue. &amp;nbsp;So, for example, today I ran 6 miles. &amp;nbsp;6. MILES. &amp;nbsp;I know to a lot of people that's kiddy play, but to &amp;nbsp;me...it's amazing. &amp;nbsp;I am sore now, but I've learned it'll be fine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't feel like running, but I do it anyway. &amp;nbsp;I run 4 times a week (this week it was 3 miles, 4 miles, 3 miles, 6 miles). &amp;nbsp;It's really hard to fit into my schedule sometimes, but I've made the commitment and I like what it's doing to my body. &amp;nbsp;I like how much stronger I feel week after week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not sure if I can do it, but I just keep telling myself I can. &amp;nbsp;And...I do. &amp;nbsp;The one exception was yesterday. &amp;nbsp;My running all got pushed to the end of the week, so I had to run yesterday and I didn't get up and do it before work, which left me with the only option of running right after work...in 102 degree weather. &amp;nbsp;It was rough. &amp;nbsp;I only made it 2.5 miles (out of 3), but I figure it's ok just that once...plus, it was HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a lot of words for one post. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful for a body that works and for the desire to push myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &amp;nbsp;I finally decided on a 1/2 marathon I think. &amp;nbsp;A couple of friends suggested I go with them to the Santa Barbara 1/2 marathon (well one of them plans to run the marathon) on November 1. &amp;nbsp;It's a little later in the year than I'd originally planned, but I think it'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to working on some of my other goals (I did do a little sewing today, so that fits into the creative, right guys? &amp;nbsp;Right?). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-20601747068653749?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/20601747068653749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=20601747068653749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/20601747068653749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/20601747068653749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-8921577148705254929</id><published>2010-06-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:38:03.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, you're not dreaming</title><content type='html'>Oh, hey.&amp;nbsp; What?&amp;nbsp; You weren't sure if I was still alive.&amp;nbsp; I promise I am. I'm not sure why I didn't write in my blog for so long.&amp;nbsp; Well, kind of I know, life is busy, busy, busy, but still...how long does it take to type in a few little notes??&amp;nbsp; Sad, I'll try to be better.&amp;nbsp; Probably.&amp;nbsp; It's just not a high priority for me right now, but I'll make an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been up to?&amp;nbsp; Like I said, quite a bit. Work and my calling keep me going almost constantly.&amp;nbsp; It is a rare, although welcome, night that I have a free evening.&amp;nbsp; Not that I want it any other way, it just keeps me busy.&amp;nbsp; I have a lot of things I want to do with our Relief Society and Ward.&amp;nbsp; I see good changes in our future, and I'm starting with me so I can be an example for those I serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest things that has happened to me in the last 3 months is that I had a birthday back at the beginning of April.&amp;nbsp; A pretty significant one, at least in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; I turned 29.&amp;nbsp; Yep, 29.&amp;nbsp; I can hardly believe it. Being 29 feels different than I thought it would, not that I thought a lot about it, but still...I think, if I had thought about it when I was younger, I would have thought I'd be depressed to turn 29 and still be on my own.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I feel calm and confident and dedicated.&amp;nbsp; I had a lot of time to think on my birthday, especially since it was &lt;a href="https://beta.lds.org/general-conference?locale=eng"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I decided there are a lot of things I want to do/feel like I should do before I turn 30.&amp;nbsp; Some of them are more personal, and I don't want to share them with the WWW, but here are just a few I'm working on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a 1/2 Marathon.&amp;nbsp; It should be noted that I &lt;i&gt;despise&lt;/i&gt; running.&amp;nbsp; I  always have.&amp;nbsp; I've tried to get into running before, but did not enjoy  it.&amp;nbsp; So, I did some research and got myself one of these babies: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TB5OzSbzyvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C356r92zS8E/s1600/1757-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TB5OzSbzyvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C356r92zS8E/s200/1757-1.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;It has been amazing for me to see how I can do this.&amp;nbsp; I've started with  their pre-training training schedule, and each week, I am amazed that I  can actually do what they are asking me to do.&amp;nbsp; I've learned dedication  and tenacity.&amp;nbsp; It feels so good.&amp;nbsp; I only have 2 more weeks on the pre-train schedule, then it's on to the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something creative every week.&amp;nbsp; This one isn't going as well, although I try to find the time...I need to put that new sewing machine to work that I bought right after the big b-day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring someone to the Gospel.&amp;nbsp; I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to make this one happen, but I am.&amp;nbsp; This Gospel is what everyone needs and I want to do my part to bring the joy of it to at least one person by my next birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Book of Mormon in Portuguese.&amp;nbsp; This has been amazing.&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize how much I had missed it.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing to me how things stand out differently in another language than they do in one.&amp;nbsp; It makes me feel blessed to know another language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use my passport at least one more time before then.&amp;nbsp; I want to travel the world, and I'm unattached.&amp;nbsp; I don't see why I don't take more advantage of that. :)&amp;nbsp; I'm going to...now I just have to decide where.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, that's a long post of words, so thanks for reading if you made it through it all.&amp;nbsp; I'd take some time to spice it up with pics and stuff, but I just don't have time right now.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, ward council got pushed back an hour today b/c of Father's Day, so I had time at all...especially since I first started this post one month ago.&amp;nbsp; Woof.&amp;nbsp; I will try to make time for actually writing on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&amp;nbsp; Especially to my daddy, the best dad of all time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-8921577148705254929?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8921577148705254929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=8921577148705254929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8921577148705254929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8921577148705254929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-youre-not-dreaming.html' title='No, you&apos;re not dreaming'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/TB5OzSbzyvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C356r92zS8E/s72-c/1757-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-4410306221771308539</id><published>2010-02-27T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:38:38.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Needed: Ideas Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/S4lYkB7UWmI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jcgBXE59oHw/s1600-h/rate_your_road_trip-711439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/S4lYkB7UWmI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jcgBXE59oHw/s320/rate_your_road_trip-711439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel the need for an adventure.&amp;nbsp; Any ideas?&amp;nbsp; I'm looking for all kinds of ideas to choose from.&amp;nbsp; I feel the need for it.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I need to take advantage of this time in my life when I have so much flexibility.&amp;nbsp; HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-4410306221771308539?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4410306221771308539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=4410306221771308539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4410306221771308539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4410306221771308539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/adventure-needed-ideas-welcome.html' title='Adventure Needed: Ideas Welcome'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/S4lYkB7UWmI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jcgBXE59oHw/s72-c/rate_your_road_trip-711439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-7237187094402676552</id><published>2010-02-11T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:49:26.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU Signature Card/ID Center</title><content type='html'>My friend Elisabeth had a little humorous incident today that brought us all back to thinking about the BYU ID Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I used to work at the BYU ID Center?&amp;nbsp; If you're reading this, you probably know me, and if you know me, than I'm sure you've heard me talk about it before.&amp;nbsp; It is a reality that working at the ID Center is the best job ever.&amp;nbsp; There is no question.&amp;nbsp; We are the lucky few who have had the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite memories from my 3 years as an employee at the ID Center. (Off the top of my head, so this will probably be an expanding list).&amp;nbsp; In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laffy taffy jokes galore during One Stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant Messaging group conversations...even when most, if not all of us, were in the same room :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorating the office for holidays...(Remember the Grinch on Chris' door?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharing the joy of music videos over and over again.&amp;nbsp; (Everytime I hear "Bad Day" or "Home", I ALWAYS think of the ID Center)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enforcing the honor code ("Did you shave today?&amp;nbsp; No?&amp;nbsp; Well, we have razors and shaving cream that you can use, or you can come back another time")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freshmen with their parents ("No, actually, you can't use your ID to verify your son's ID, he is an adult now...he needs to have his own")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our (perhaps one-sided) rivalry with the Info Desk (I don't know if rivalry is the right word, but you girls know what I mean)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shimmying at the webcam...I almost forgot this happened. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Group shots on Herman Munster's account&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Like I said, I'm sure this list will grow and grow.&amp;nbsp; All I know is that it was weird to not end up there in some way or another every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best kept secret on BYU campus".&amp;nbsp; No one could ever quite fathom the greatness of it all.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure it was the people.&amp;nbsp; I love you girls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-7237187094402676552?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7237187094402676552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=7237187094402676552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/7237187094402676552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/7237187094402676552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/byu-signature-cardid-center.html' title='BYU Signature Card/ID Center'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-9104920284081118444</id><published>2010-01-17T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:20:19.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron0x"&gt;[ˌrɛmɪˈnɪs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;vb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt; &lt;i&gt;(intr)&lt;/i&gt; to talk or write about old times, past experiences, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;The other day I had inspiration strike.&amp;nbsp; I don't always have something new to write about going on in my life right now, but I have had a lot of great experiences over my long life so far.&amp;nbsp; (I can say long life now that I am pushing 29).&amp;nbsp; So, every now and then, I'm going to blog about a past experience or memory.&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoy this first installment (and all subsequent ones).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt; In 2nd grade, I almost got a citation on the playground.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;Why?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;I spit on a boy's back.&amp;nbsp; My best friend Danielle and I both did.&amp;nbsp; I never did anything bad.&amp;nbsp; I was always a good kid, but this boy deserved it.&amp;nbsp; Do you know why?&amp;nbsp; He almost kissed Danielle.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; Sure, we were playing chase.&amp;nbsp; And sure, the "point" of playing chase was for the boys to try to catch the girls to kiss them, but that was just the premise.&amp;nbsp; Didn't this kid know that you weren't supposed to actually &lt;i&gt;kiss&lt;/i&gt; anyone?&amp;nbsp; It was all pretend.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, he really almost kissed Danielle, which made us pretty upset, so we spit on him in retaliation.&amp;nbsp; (Can't you see the logic of a 7 year old here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;Then he told Mr. Felman.&amp;nbsp; I was so. scared.&amp;nbsp; Mr.&amp;nbsp; Felman.&amp;nbsp; I'd never had a male teacher and&amp;nbsp; he was really intimidating to me.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I'm pretty sure we almost peed our pants when he called us over after he-who-was-spat-upon told on us.&amp;nbsp; But guess what?&amp;nbsp; He just talked to us very nicely and we said we were sorry.&amp;nbsp; I think he knew we were sincere...probably he could tell we were scared of him.&amp;nbsp; After that day, I never spit on anyone again.&amp;nbsp; See?&amp;nbsp; Learned my lesson, even without a citation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;And, Mr. Felman was my 3rd grade teacher the next year.&amp;nbsp; Quite possibly my favorite teacher in all of my years of elementary school.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if he remembered Danielle and I as the spitting girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-9104920284081118444?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9104920284081118444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=9104920284081118444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/9104920284081118444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/9104920284081118444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminisce-1.html' title='Reminisce #1'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2155567799873422528</id><published>2009-12-27T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:41:11.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry, Happy</title><content type='html'>Remember that time when my sister and her husband had twins, but I woke up sick the day they were born, so I couldn't see them for five days...oh yeah, and it was Christmas too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally got to meet them.&amp;nbsp; They're perfect, and I love them.&amp;nbsp; What a merry, happy day (just like this season).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SzhSXCgIiwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iwzuAGTKiD8/s1600-h/me+and+e+and+e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SzhSXCgIiwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iwzuAGTKiD8/s320/me+and+e+and+e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SzhQ2qP0vKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/aioyDpH6edc/s1600-h/100_0243%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not the best picture, I know, but it shows the joy a little bit. :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2155567799873422528?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2155567799873422528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2155567799873422528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2155567799873422528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2155567799873422528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-happy.html' title='Merry, Happy'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SzhSXCgIiwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iwzuAGTKiD8/s72-c/me+and+e+and+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2745457574636065513</id><published>2009-12-13T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:57:07.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SyXTUd0NHtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FYJktmNBvaM/s1600-h/salt_lake_lds_mormon_temple248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SyXTUd0NHtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FYJktmNBvaM/s320/salt_lake_lds_mormon_temple248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my second year spending Christmas is California, which is great...but I do really, really miss seeing Temple Square this time of year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2745457574636065513?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2745457574636065513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2745457574636065513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2745457574636065513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2745457574636065513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-it.html' title='I Miss It'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SyXTUd0NHtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FYJktmNBvaM/s72-c/salt_lake_lds_mormon_temple248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-8492145774472999989</id><published>2009-11-26T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:02:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for babies</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, we had a little get-together for Candie in preparation for the arrival of Thing 1 &amp;amp; Thing 2.&amp;nbsp; I mean that in the most pleasant, endearing way.&amp;nbsp; I love them lots, and we thought that'd be a fun theme.&amp;nbsp; I mean, how often do you even get a chance to have that as an option?&amp;nbsp; We're just lucky I guess.&amp;nbsp; We (and by we I mean mostly my wonderful roommate Megan) took lots of pictures, so I'll just put a random sampling on here to show off the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7cZt_p9GI/AAAAAAAAANE/l-BKmCeCMug/s1600/fall+haps+346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7cZt_p9GI/AAAAAAAAANE/l-BKmCeCMug/s320/fall+haps+346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7cjkTUWRI/AAAAAAAAANM/QKx9wUL2owQ/s1600/fall+haps+348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7cjkTUWRI/AAAAAAAAANM/QKx9wUL2owQ/s320/fall+haps+348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7ctlKiZmI/AAAAAAAAANU/jywXsFFGQi8/s1600/fall+haps+354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7ctlKiZmI/AAAAAAAAANU/jywXsFFGQi8/s320/fall+haps+354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(their last name is Green in case you didn't know...) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7c4Be21DI/AAAAAAAAANc/gzXX2Kj_bzA/s1600/fall+haps+360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7c4Be21DI/AAAAAAAAANc/gzXX2Kj_bzA/s320/fall+haps+360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7dD24ZgqI/AAAAAAAAANk/raUNNg16GqI/s1600/fall+haps+371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7dD24ZgqI/AAAAAAAAANk/raUNNg16GqI/s320/fall+haps+371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful blanket made by Auntie Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7dNVrMP9I/AAAAAAAAANs/a1CoZxs-miQ/s1600/fall+haps+382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7dNVrMP9I/AAAAAAAAANs/a1CoZxs-miQ/s320/fall+haps+382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad didn't come to the shower, but he did contribute to the gift...and made sure Mom let everyone know. :)&amp;nbsp; (it's a pacifier thermometer, and he insisted there were 2 b/c "if they are sick you don't want them sharing pacifiers")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7dZKO8rSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/w6jnHO-mtJY/s1600/fall+haps+402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7dZKO8rSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/w6jnHO-mtJY/s320/fall+haps+402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Full body bibs (they even strap around the bottom of the leg) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-8492145774472999989?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8492145774472999989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=8492145774472999989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8492145774472999989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8492145774472999989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/preparing-for-babies.html' title='Preparing for babies'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sw7cZt_p9GI/AAAAAAAAANE/l-BKmCeCMug/s72-c/fall+haps+346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-4350479675659076402</id><published>2009-11-01T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:42:29.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>As to be expected, Halloween was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I seem to just love it more and more every year.&amp;nbsp; I think the good people of the world need to take back Halloween and make sure it stays fun, yet decent.&amp;nbsp; It makes me sad to see more and more every year the immodest and inappropriate that comes out of a fun-filled holiday.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad there are still a few good people in the world that like to have a good time, but don't mistake that to mean that you have to let go of standards and values.&amp;nbsp; Fun can be had being fully clothed and sober.&amp;nbsp; Want proof?&amp;nbsp; They say a picture speaks a thousand words..I'll let them do (most) of the talking... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59xgg-gHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73IUjpZIPio/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59xgg-gHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73IUjpZIPio/s320/Halloween+2009+372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Kaitlin (the Progressive girl, Flo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59MblVLdI/AAAAAAAAALw/Iar78gRGSGs/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59MblVLdI/AAAAAAAAALw/Iar78gRGSGs/s320/Halloween+2009+362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roommates: Megan as Cledus (Best Costume winner), April as Little Red Riding Hood, Katie as a Greek Goddess, and me as a Rodeo Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59STuJwWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c9OA9C9xmVo/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59STuJwWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c9OA9C9xmVo/s320/Halloween+2009+364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Group shot love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59Y8d-fmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tfnszSiysz0/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59Y8d-fmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tfnszSiysz0/s320/Halloween+2009+365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Presidency shot: Camie as Tina Turner, Me, Summer as Winter, Cledus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59fuNPhEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0V509duSKgk/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59fuNPhEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0V509duSKgk/s320/Halloween+2009+367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one's for you Can: Thing One and Thing Two as portrayed by the lovely Kirdy and Nathalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59lVnBlrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/e0dNmrGzdco/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59lVnBlrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/e0dNmrGzdco/s320/Halloween+2009+368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Emily as the Queen of Hearts, Eric as Wayne, Joe as a Jewish singer (I can't remember his name, but apparently he specializes in Hip hop and Reggae mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59rnfhARI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IgOydecMhmQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59rnfhARI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IgOydecMhmQ/s320/Halloween+2009+370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Bekah as Laughs a Lot Care Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I rest my case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-4350479675659076402?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4350479675659076402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=4350479675659076402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4350479675659076402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4350479675659076402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Su59xgg-gHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73IUjpZIPio/s72-c/Halloween+2009+372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5544509829661189385</id><published>2009-10-25T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:16:48.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Visits</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been so busy lately...I should really remember to pull out the camera more often.  :)  I've been having fun, but I feel like...probably...I should stop procrastinating other important things...like buying a dresser so I can stop living out of duffel bags. :)  Someday, someday...maybe once Halloween is over next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, my friend Emily came into town for a visit.  It was fun!  I miss her, and my other Utah friends too.  My roommates really wanted to keep her.  They pretty  much begged her to stay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to find some fun while she was here...but we did a lot of hanging out, and I dragged her around to family things, etc. She's a good sport.  In retrospect, I should have taken her to San Francisco.  I still feel really bad that I didn't.  For some reason, I thought she wanted to stay around Sac-town...then I found out she still hasn't seen Wicked.   I felt awful after that, but I think we still had a bit of a good time.  Next time, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a little trip down to Old Sacramento, and learned a little more about Gold Mining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFBVnuxhI/AAAAAAAAALA/cizCTBBEks8/s1600-h/Fall+2009+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFBVnuxhI/AAAAAAAAALA/cizCTBBEks8/s320/Fall+2009+166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396584511526848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a little about schooling back in the day (although mostly we pretended to be in Anne of Green Gables):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFuZt6VII/AAAAAAAAALI/GK2r7EcSfvw/s1600-h/Fall+2009+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFuZt6VII/AAAAAAAAALI/GK2r7EcSfvw/s320/Fall+2009+167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585285720626306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFu0F_qtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/B6AOPa3yXs4/s1600-h/Fall+2009+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFu0F_qtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/B6AOPa3yXs4/s320/Fall+2009+168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585292800961234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called her carrots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFvD2814I/AAAAAAAAALY/Nf6QcEjiwYs/s1600-h/Fall+2009+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFvD2814I/AAAAAAAAALY/Nf6QcEjiwYs/s320/Fall+2009+169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585297032828802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a detour to Candy Heaven and tried some free samples (they really were free, we didn't steal).  Then we found this fantastic shop where this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFvok9OQI/AAAAAAAAALg/eTDLFG56J-g/s1600-h/Fall+2009+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFvok9OQI/AAAAAAAAALg/eTDLFG56J-g/s320/Fall+2009+171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585306889468162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(it's harder than it looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then swung by the Sacramento Temple (aka the Turkey Temple, although I didn't get any pictures of the turkeys)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFv8FpqCI/AAAAAAAAALo/v-QX8rVcCo4/s1600-h/Fall+2009+175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFv8FpqCI/AAAAAAAAALo/v-QX8rVcCo4/s320/Fall+2009+175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585312126871586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other things also happened, but I failed to pull out the camera.  Probably the most exciting?  We tried to go to the Folsom Prison Museum.  It was closed, but we discovered a couple things:&lt;br /&gt;a.      The Folsom Prison is as old as the Salt Lake Temple (100 years)&lt;br /&gt;b.      There is a small village after the guard, before the actual gate...people really live there    and the minimum security prisoners keep up their yards&lt;br /&gt;c.      If you accidentally drive through said village, you have to have your trunk searched to make sure you're not smuggling any of said prisoners out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times, fun times. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5544509829661189385?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5544509829661189385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5544509829661189385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5544509829661189385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5544509829661189385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/emily-visits.html' title='Emily Visits'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SuSFBVnuxhI/AAAAAAAAALA/cizCTBBEks8/s72-c/Fall+2009+166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-6015466766333508187</id><published>2009-10-07T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:00:45.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October!</title><content type='html'>I love October.  For various reasons.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really starts to feel like fall, but its not too cold yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yummy fall food starts to show itself (i.e. Pumpkin EVERYTHING)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HALLOWEEN!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;General Conference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving out and having roommates again (okay, this isn't an annual thing, but it happened this October for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, anyway, I've been enjoying my October so far, and I hope to enjoy it more and more as the month goes on...then there's Thanksgiving, then Black Friday, then the Christmas season and all its goodness, then New Year's...so much to be excited for.  Bring. It. On. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really charge my camera battery so I can be documenting these things...I promise to include photos in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Haunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Listed in no particular order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-6015466766333508187?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6015466766333508187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=6015466766333508187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/6015466766333508187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/6015466766333508187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html' title='October!'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-1206472509054758998</id><published>2009-09-24T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:29:40.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years</title><content type='html'>All day long I've been thinking of the great 18 month adventure I set out for 7 years ago today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfRuqACFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zXxoY0Q60a8/s1600-h/42100-R4-85-22_206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfRuqACFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zXxoY0Q60a8/s320/42100-R4-85-22_206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385284012614879314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could hardly sleep on the plane(s) because of the anticipation.  I had no idea what to expect, and the whole thing exceeded all my expectations.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxjFxlo4HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KRChbhNPCNs/s1600-h/42100-R1-16-9_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxjFxlo4HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KRChbhNPCNs/s320/42100-R1-16-9_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385288205289971826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will be forever grateful for the whole experience and often wish I could do it again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfTeCanmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4jOXo36pbg/s1600-h/42100-R4-39-27_226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfTeCanmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4jOXo36pbg/s320/42100-R4-39-27_226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385284042513620578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some days it feels like a dream and some days it feels like yesterday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfSCa2y5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MOoG4x7b_sI/s1600-h/42100-R4-168-9A_115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfSCa2y5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MOoG4x7b_sI/s320/42100-R4-168-9A_115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385284017920068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All days I love my memories of life as a missionary and of life in the Brazil Salvador South Mission.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfTk3dfAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FJDVj6YPAIQ/s1600-h/42100-R4-12-13A_148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfTk3dfAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FJDVj6YPAIQ/s320/42100-R4-12-13A_148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385284044346719234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorria! Voce esta na Bahia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-1206472509054758998?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1206472509054758998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=1206472509054758998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1206472509054758998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1206472509054758998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-years.html' title='7 Years'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SrxfRuqACFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zXxoY0Q60a8/s72-c/42100-R4-85-22_206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-3545390121058108732</id><published>2009-09-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:17:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love to See the Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SqyAc2g5fxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dH6E0H66fJs/s1600-h/sacramento_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SqyAc2g5fxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dH6E0H66fJs/s320/sacramento_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380816887959093010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Sacramento Temple for the 8pm session on Thursday night for our ward temple night.  There were so many people in the session.  Sacramento is a smaller temple, so it normally seats around 50 people in a session.  In this session though, they had to bring in 20 folding chairs to accommodate all the people.  It was a beautiful thing.  I found myself thinking about how amazing it would be if every session was brimming with people.  Think of the good that would bring as everyone left filled with hope and love and power.  I love the thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-3545390121058108732?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3545390121058108732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=3545390121058108732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3545390121058108732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/3545390121058108732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I Love to See the Temple'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SqyAc2g5fxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dH6E0H66fJs/s72-c/sacramento_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-80672263902581027</id><published>2009-09-02T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:09:30.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a little like Fall</title><content type='html'>I can't even believe how excited I am for fall this year.  Usually I dread it, but I think that probably was due to the fact that I lived in Utah and I knew fall would all too soon become winter...and winter=snow...and I do not like snow.  So, now that I'm back in Cali, I'm REALLY excited for Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, Fall=Halloween (I'm using a lot of "equations" in this post...).  The 2 people who actually read this blog know this about me, but, I LOVE HALLOWEEN!  So, now that its September, I really need to decide what to be for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current top choices:&lt;br /&gt;Statue of Liberty. IE:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sp9UKybg8KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2-YdDBm5RdU/s1600-h/coolest-statue-of-liberty-costume-36007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sp9UKybg8KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2-YdDBm5RdU/s320/coolest-statue-of-liberty-costume-36007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377109024416264354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Olive Oyl (although I'd really have to convince someone to be Popeye) IE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sp9Uo7gSdjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iIpFWWYOp7Q/s1600-h/coolest-popeye-and-olive-oyl-halloween-costume-9-45198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sp9Uo7gSdjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iIpFWWYOp7Q/s320/coolest-popeye-and-olive-oyl-halloween-costume-9-45198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377109542248281650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR...a Ghost? A la:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sp_p8WTHTwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uWj_9raHfgM/s1600-h/ft_halloween00ghost_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sp_p8WTHTwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uWj_9raHfgM/s320/ft_halloween00ghost_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377273703090835202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Opinions?  Any other ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: as you can tell, I think this website is really cool: www.coolest-homemade-costumes.com.  Homemade costumes beat ready made hands. down. Every. Time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*the ghost costume is courtesy of Martha Stewart online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-80672263902581027?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/80672263902581027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=80672263902581027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/80672263902581027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/80672263902581027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-beginning-to-look-little-like-fall.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a little like Fall'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sp9UKybg8KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2-YdDBm5RdU/s72-c/coolest-statue-of-liberty-costume-36007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-245688590080643299</id><published>2009-08-29T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:52:21.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relative</title><content type='html'>Conversation with a visitor at work:&lt;br /&gt;Nice man from San Francisco: "It's going to be a hot one today, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's only supposed to be 90 today!!"&lt;br /&gt;NMFSF: " 'Only' 90! You must be from around here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is all relative...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-245688590080643299?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/245688590080643299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=245688590080643299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/245688590080643299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/245688590080643299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/relative.html' title='Relative'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5638158533257342203</id><published>2009-08-22T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:09:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day...</title><content type='html'>When you reach the ripe "old" age of 28 and are still single in mormondom, people start to say weird things to you about marriage.  Ok, it actually happens before 28, but I think the occurences just increase as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, alone, I was told the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A beloved member of my family told me that I may end up marrying someone with multiple children.  It was a little awkward...although I have considered this before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to my mom, a woman in our home ward said I will probably be the 2nd wife of a General Authority.  Wow.  I'm not sure why someone would say that, or even what I should think about that statement, but I know she meant it in a nice way...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a fairly regular basis (read at least once a week) someone tells me not to worry b/c the Lord is preparing someone special for me...somewhere...  Also, I am often told that its "my turn" soon or its "my year".  I suppose someday, someone is going to be right when they say that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me?  I'm living life and not letting my singleness be something that is sad.  I trust the Lord.  He has a plan.  Right now, he wants me here, that's as much as I know.  He doesn't usually tell me a lot, just a little and waits for me to do it for a while, then He'll tell me a little more.  Frustrating?  Sometimes, but my life has been, and continues to be, beautiful, so I'll just keep trusting Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love what President James E. Faust said one time.  He was quoting a single friend of his and it symbolizes a part of what I feel: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                 "When troubled by this single life, that seems to be my lot, I think of all the many men, who's wife I'm glad I'm not."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Word, Pres. Faust.  Word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5638158533257342203?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5638158533257342203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5638158533257342203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5638158533257342203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5638158533257342203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-reach-ripe-old-age-of-28-and.html' title='Just another day...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-4297065170450886408</id><published>2009-08-19T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:38:31.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My family is cool</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been thinking I should be more social...but then, I live with my family right now, and when I'm here...sometimes they're just too cool to leave...sad really, I mean, I need to spend time with people my age and meet new people, but its hard when you have a family as cool as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRpxyRShI/AAAAAAAAAJY/22c8flWWUP0/s1600-h/santa+cruz+fam+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRpxyRShI/AAAAAAAAAJY/22c8flWWUP0/s320/santa+cruz+fam+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371898971215186450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRpu9CAKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_9kW5Jb3cWM/s1600-h/Recently+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRpu9CAKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_9kW5Jb3cWM/s320/Recently+2009+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371898970455015586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this (yes, that's my dad riding a bike, in the drizzling rain, on Christmas Day, wearing a Cranium helmet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRo2grrGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fhBU_xyCFaQ/s1600-h/good+stuff+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRo2grrGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fhBU_xyCFaQ/s320/good+stuff+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371898955303726178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a little this (even though he's not technically with us at the moment, it gives you an idea of the rest...ps "he"=the really tall kid in back):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRoei6KLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NlJQGQ9H7FQ/s1600-h/Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRoei6KLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NlJQGQ9H7FQ/s320/Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371898948870613170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I could have found pictures of everyone...but this is just a sampling so you can begin to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cottmans Rule!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-4297065170450886408?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4297065170450886408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=4297065170450886408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4297065170450886408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4297065170450886408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family-is-cool.html' title='My family is cool'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SozRpxyRShI/AAAAAAAAAJY/22c8flWWUP0/s72-c/santa+cruz+fam+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-8456888235254405442</id><published>2009-08-14T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:26:51.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOHS</title><content type='html'>So, my 2 youngest sisters, Sierra &amp;amp; Abbie are homeschooled and have been for a few years.  They are both in high school, but do it at home.  Recently, however, their friends convinced them to give the Del Oro band a try.  They have their on days and their off days about doing it, but my parents make them stick with it.  I know they'll be glad.  I think they secretly already are.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I volunteered to go pick them up from band practice.  They were running late, and I forgot how quickly you can get from my parent's house to the high school.  I sat there in my car and waited for them.  It was weird to look over at campus.  Its the same and yet very different.  I have a hard time believing its been 10 years since I was at school there.  And yet, its obviously been that long b/c so much has happened in my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SoZU8G5pgDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mc69ZV58et8/s1600-h/slide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SoZU8G5pgDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mc69ZV58et8/s320/slide.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370072997307187250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of excited that the girls will be in band, so I have a good excuse for going to some of the football games in a couple months.&lt;br /&gt;How would I describe my high school years?  Good times, but I'm glad I've moved on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-8456888235254405442?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8456888235254405442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=8456888235254405442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8456888235254405442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8456888235254405442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dohs.html' title='DOHS'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SoZU8G5pgDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mc69ZV58et8/s72-c/slide.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5565189366678280906</id><published>2009-08-09T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:56:48.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California YSA Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.montereyysa.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nomorestranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.montereyysa.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nomorestranger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Trulie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I feel blessed to have participated in this great event.  I didn't fall in love, so no one get excited.  But, I did feel the love of God very strongly.  I feel like I've been in a bit of a slump lately, and this weekend of strong Spirit was exactly what I needed right now.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that really stood out to me, and that make me grateful that I was able to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It amazes me that I was one of over 11,000 YSA's throughout the entire of state of California participating in the same events at the same time.  We stood together, we exceeded goals, and I do feel like we have, and will be blessed for our efforts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In conjunction with the first point, I am amazed at the way we exceeded the goals set before us.  In the opening broadcast a few months ago, we watched a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_xn6lvOArY"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; that outlined the goals set for us by the Priesthood Leadership of California.  One goal was to have 10,000 attend, instead we had over 11,000.  Another goal was to invite a less active or non-member friend to attend with us.  As a ward missionary, I can say that we invited on average probably at least 10 every week in our ward alone.  I am amazed at the way people stepped up to that challenge.  A goal was set for us to do 10,000 ordinances in the temple statewide in the 3 months leading up the conference.  As of yesterday, the ordinances that had been counted added up to over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70,000&lt;/span&gt;.  That amazes me.  I can feel the difference this rededication to temple service has made in my life, and I think we can all feel that power.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The speakers who taught us over the last couple days had the Spirit with them so strongly.  I am grateful for the many, many lessons learned (that I won't bore you on at this time:)).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quite possibly the thing that stood out to me most was the Sacrament today during our Sacrament Meeting.  I have such a great love for the Priesthood of God.  I will never cease to be amazed of the power I feel as I watch righteous men of God stand together and serve Him, and act in His name. It reminded me of being in the MTC and watching the Elders in my district practice baptizing.  Power.  I know I was not the only one touched b/c a girl was asked to bear her testimony later in the day and she mentioned this moment as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There were many other experiences, but I think that's sufficient for this blog. :)  I love this Gospel.  I am grateful to be a part of it.  I am grateful for the way my life has turned out so far.  I can see the hand and wisdom of my loving Heavenly Father in my life.  I am grateful for this experience.  He knew I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sn-MTXwKnyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kIMYhVoNxo0/s1600-h/sacramento_lds_mormon_temple17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sn-MTXwKnyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kIMYhVoNxo0/s320/sacramento_lds_mormon_temple17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368163545270361890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5565189366678280906?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5565189366678280906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5565189366678280906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5565189366678280906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5565189366678280906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/california-ysa-conference.html' title='California YSA Conference'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sn-MTXwKnyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kIMYhVoNxo0/s72-c/sacramento_lds_mormon_temple17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-4258984027817641080</id><published>2009-08-01T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:10:11.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latenight musings</title><content type='html'>It's late, but I keep kicking myself b/c I haven't updated my wonderful blog in quite a while...what does that make me?  If this were a pet, he would no longer be with us.  That reminds me of Mr. Limpett (RIP), except he died of old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, obviously my mind is full of lots of different thoughts and none of them really seem like they are connecting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the unique - some might say weird - or quirky things about me.  I do pride myself in earning the honor of being the most normal Cottman, but even I have a few things that some people may not consider "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few I've been thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a picky eater, but over the years, I have picked up some weird eating habits, but I LOVE them.  Amongst these is rice and beans with bananas (SERIOUSLY good, give it a chance and I KNOW you'd love it too!), cake with milk on top eaten with a spoon (delicious), and pickles in Ramen noodles.  I think you shoudl try them all!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE the Ferris Wheel.  But, I LOVE roller coasters.  Most people can't see the difference, but it is obviously that one you are strapped in nicely while the other you could easily fall to your death as you are not strapped in at all...very unsafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OK, I can't think of anything else right now, maybe my sleep deprivation has finally caught up with me, so I'll try to add more tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-4258984027817641080?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4258984027817641080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=4258984027817641080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4258984027817641080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/4258984027817641080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/latenight-musings.html' title='Latenight musings'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2091962146302033513</id><published>2009-07-02T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:42:28.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RockPaperScissors GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I clicked on a link in another blog that I somehow found my way too, and turns out it added this post to my own blog...which I am now editing to explain.  Here's to hoping I win something for once in my life.  I am 0% lucky, but that's not reason to stop trying, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another note, I am getting very excited for HP6.  I don't care if that makes me a "nerd".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-paper-scissors-guest-giveaway.html"&gt;RockPaperScissors GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2091962146302033513?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2091962146302033513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2091962146302033513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2091962146302033513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2091962146302033513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/rockpaperscissors-guest-giveaway.html' title='RockPaperScissors GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5955866094865108404</id><published>2009-06-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:21:28.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of Late...</title><content type='html'>So, life is good (see previous post). I am very happy. Drake has informed me that this is just the beginning. Its hard to imagine things getting better, I feel so happy right now, but I somehow feel a sense that Drake may be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's so great about life? Well, I finally got another grown up job. I am the Executive Admin for a small web design company. I like it a lot so far (day 6). I am excited to continue to learn more and grow with the company. It is amazing how that alone makes me happy. I believe the Lord has led me to where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got to go to Utah at the beginning of June for Britta &amp;amp; Spencer's wedding and got to spend time with old friends there. I am grateful for such great friends that I've been blessed to meet in my life. Here are some pics of some of the people I love and got to see that weekend. (I am sad I didn't get to see everyone, especially Tab &amp;amp; family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SkmgkIgGzHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8GOIsA5Vim0/s1600-h/2009+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SkmgkIgGzHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8GOIsA5Vim0/s320/2009+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352986174724426866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Skmgj7lbSDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gqDPDqGrMvw/s1600-h/2009+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Skmgj7lbSDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gqDPDqGrMvw/s320/2009+142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352986171257079858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SkmgjXCXbcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qS5HxaBKuq0/s1600-h/2009+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SkmgjXCXbcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qS5HxaBKuq0/s320/2009+138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352986161446350274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SkmgjN9VG1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/mjJdUaY0txo/s1600-h/2009+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SkmgjN9VG1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/mjJdUaY0txo/s320/2009+130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352986159009307474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering on how my life has panned out.  It is definitely different than I imagined it would be so far, but it has been beautiful.  I know the Lord has led me step by step as I have put my faith in him.  He knows best.  My ideas for my life were good, but his are the best.  I have such a strong testimony of that.  Yay for a great life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5955866094865108404?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5955866094865108404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5955866094865108404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5955866094865108404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5955866094865108404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-of-late.html' title='As of Late...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SkmgkIgGzHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8GOIsA5Vim0/s72-c/2009+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-2110546616789587459</id><published>2009-05-16T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:47:48.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I am so happy right now in my life.  Its inexplicable really, since, when I logically think about it, I should probably really be sick with stress and worry for NOTHING working out like I thought it would when I took that step of faith to move back to California without any prospects.  But, I can't help it, I'm HAPPY!!!  Life is good, different than expected, sometimes stressful, but good.  I know I'm doing what the Lord wants me to do, and THAT has made all the difference in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Is. Good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-2110546616789587459?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2110546616789587459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=2110546616789587459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2110546616789587459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/2110546616789587459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-911194503494331023</id><published>2009-05-01T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:16:24.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things Happen at Melt Gelato &amp; Crepe Cafe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sfviof9EBVI/AAAAAAAAADw/_NF6fLWsoAo/s1600-h/melt_cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sfviof9EBVI/AAAAAAAAADw/_NF6fLWsoAo/s320/melt_cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103769323373906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working at the mall has been an eye opening experience for me and one I will remember my whole life.  Here are some surprising happenings off the top of my head of what I experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once had a customer insist I call security b/c she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the man walking by was a bank robber b/c he looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; like the man she saw on the news that morning...I'm pretty sure nothing happened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful every day that I am no longer a teenager (can also be read "I am thankful every day that I am no longer in high school")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once got a $10 tip...I'm that amazing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a weekly basis I watch the suspicious ATM machine men fill the machine...deep inside I'm a little scared to look at them too much b/c I'm afraid they may attack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get asked at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; 572 times a day where the nearest bathroom is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interestingly enough, children can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; tell that the gelato is ice cream, but adults sometimes can't quite figure it out. It is not rare to hear: "Is that cake?" or "What is that?", and my personal favorite: "Is that cheese?" (the cheese comment has happened at least twice and I am left wondering what kind of cheese these people eat, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why in the world&lt;/span&gt; would anyone want a scoopful of chocolate cheese to munch on in the mall.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People get a little worked up sometimes in line...I will never understand why people think its ok to argue and fight in front of children all for the sake of gelato...really people, its not that big of a deal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite comment from a customer was probably, "I tried your ice cream the other day, it's not gelato, it looks like gelato, but its not".  Um, ok, thank you sir...enjoy your crepe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, I know there are more that I can't think of right now.  Sigh.  It's been fun, and I'm sure I'll have more exciting days to go through before I am blessed to find a grown-up job again...gotta love gelato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-911194503494331023?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/911194503494331023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=911194503494331023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/911194503494331023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/911194503494331023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-things-happen-at-melt-gelato.html' title='Funny Things Happen at Melt Gelato &amp; Crepe Cafe...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/Sfviof9EBVI/AAAAAAAAADw/_NF6fLWsoAo/s72-c/melt_cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-938848247214818617</id><published>2009-04-14T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:05:30.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SeTCQpE00II/AAAAAAAAADg/BBfCp_zelFA/s1600-h/gilbert+blythe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SeTCQpE00II/AAAAAAAAADg/BBfCp_zelFA/s320/gilbert+blythe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324594250618556546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with Gilbert Blythe.  Yes, I realize he is a fictional character from a woman's imagination, but I really don't think its too much to ask that I find someone like him.  He is everything I want in a man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intelligent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driven to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knows how to have a good time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't take life to seriously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves the object of his affection &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; her imperfections&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and good looking thrown in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Any ideas where I can find such a man in real life?  Advice is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Trulie Cordelia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-938848247214818617?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/938848247214818617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=938848247214818617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/938848247214818617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/938848247214818617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-universe.html' title='Dear Universe'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SeTCQpE00II/AAAAAAAAADg/BBfCp_zelFA/s72-c/gilbert+blythe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-1140992838404498382</id><published>2009-03-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:10:27.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Drakey's a missionary</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that the time has finally come to let our little Drakey go. I am left so excited for him...so, so excited. To be honest, I'm also a little jealous. It's crazy to me that in just a few days, I will have been home from my mission for 5 years already. It really was the greatest thing that I have ever done. I will forever be grateful for that time. Sometimes I long to be there again. I feel honored to have been given the opportunity to serve. I know that his time will be no less life-changing and memorable, both for himself and for the people in the Philippines. I am excited to see what happens. I will miss the boy, but good on ya Drake (as Zack would say)...I'm proud of you (even though you'll never read this until after your mission). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUscIDJfI/AAAAAAAAACg/fgNZ624TZfI/s1600-h/MissionaryDrake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUscIDJfI/AAAAAAAAACg/fgNZ624TZfI/s320/MissionaryDrake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315114738924070386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUsuBsP0I/AAAAAAAAACo/26UXJjb0G_o/s1600-h/Back+in+California+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUsuBsP0I/AAAAAAAAACo/26UXJjb0G_o/s320/Back+in+California+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315114743729241922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUseAk9WI/AAAAAAAAACY/2ovq5E58QqA/s1600-h/Back+in+California+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUseAk9WI/AAAAAAAAACY/2ovq5E58QqA/s320/Back+in+California+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315114739429602658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMWQNVy3_I/AAAAAAAAADA/OZbQMQNCTkI/s1600-h/Back+in+California+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMWQNVy3_I/AAAAAAAAADA/OZbQMQNCTkI/s320/Back+in+California+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116452942110706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for old time's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUs3aOtOI/AAAAAAAAACw/WsMZTRkE9yA/s1600-h/42100-R1-01-24_020+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMXANCNJSI/AAAAAAAAADY/ot9gqrGDuu8/s320/42100-R1-18-4_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315117277493667106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMW_Y0Dq1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1D4LQyWoscU/s1600-h/42100-R2-08-9_030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMW_Y0Dq1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1D4LQyWoscU/s320/42100-R2-08-9_030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315117263475682130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-1140992838404498382?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1140992838404498382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=1140992838404498382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1140992838404498382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1140992838404498382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-drakeys-missionary.html' title='Little Drakey&apos;s a missionary'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/ScMUscIDJfI/AAAAAAAAACg/fgNZ624TZfI/s72-c/MissionaryDrake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-1820321152275808074</id><published>2009-02-21T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:47:03.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglectful</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I haven't been updating so much lately...I have to admit it's partly b/c I wish I had my laptop back, so I didn't have to sit at the computer desk to blog...I've never been one for desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to try to post some pictures and more exciting updates tomorrow, but I wanted to make some sort of statement...I feel it's needed after a month's absense. So, what have I been up to? Again, it's not much, but a lot at the same time. Let me elaborate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was seriously considering moving to Taiwan for 6 months to teach English. It seemed like a really good idea: learn Mandarin more easily (although I still need to make this happen), great experience, new culture, get paid more than now, fun w/ kids, travel...in the end, I decided it wasn't right. I am happy to stay near my family still though. I love being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Railroad Museum. Yay! I remember going here in 4th grade...so it's been a few years, but I still think it's cool. I forgot my camera that day, but luckily I have some nice siblings I can steal some photos from for you to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was harder than expected to dangle from this ladder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD9sYwuPNI/AAAAAAAAABo/eFWxXbibpdk/s1600-h/free+museum+day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305523391481172866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaEBaijC04I/AAAAAAAAACQ/oVAqsRurJnM/s320/free+museum+day+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305523390487517170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaEBae2I1_I/AAAAAAAAACI/B9sWW5pIV_k/s320/free+museum+day+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD9sRbh5QI/AAAAAAAAABg/X7O_Y9lkFv8/s1600-h/free+museum+day+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. I've been able to go to the beautiful Sacramento Temple a couple of times. It is such a blessing to have the temple so close to us. A dream come true really. I remember praying for it my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD_OCrsn9I/AAAAAAAAACA/MjA073iLgQU/s1600-h/CIMG0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305520977745846226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD_OCrsn9I/AAAAAAAAACA/MjA073iLgQU/s320/CIMG0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD_NwoAQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/svYQhEcWk2Q/s1600-h/CIMG0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305520972898517826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD_NwoAQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/svYQhEcWk2Q/s320/CIMG0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD_NmXGb7I/AAAAAAAAABw/OmnRS7T2enk/s1600-h/CIMG0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305520970143264690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaD_NmXGb7I/AAAAAAAAABw/OmnRS7T2enk/s320/CIMG0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sierra &amp;amp; Abbie went with me a different Saturday from the Free Museum day to Old Town Sacramento. We had a good time. I will have to add some pics when I have time to find my USB port to upload them onto the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Looking for a job while scooping gelato and making crepes. That sentence may be misleading...I don't do them at the same point in time, just do them both at this point in my life. Entendeu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I sang in Portuguese with a ward friend (Bryce) for the Rocklin 6th Ward Talent Show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I have come to love Kakuro...which is an advanced form of Sudoku...it involves adding. Acutally, I don't do it much, but I do enjoy it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I have found a new interest in Family History.  It has been very, very interesting to learn more in depth about my ancestors and to even just ponder on their lives.  I am grateful for the life they've paved for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I have made a lot of new friends and I finally feel like I'm starting to fit in around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I miss my Utah friends a LOT. Its strange to move on in life and leave people in your past...sad too, but I am grateful t have known and loved such amazing people. And I love that we can still communicate b/c phones and emails cross state...and COUNTRY borders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know that last one was not really something I did, more like just a thought, but it's a part of my current life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess to sum up, life is good. Unpredictable and it makes me uneasy every once in a while when I remember that I have nothing in front of me really...I have NO idea what the next step is...I'm glad I've found out some things its NOT (ie Taiwan)...I guess that narrows down the next step, right? Yes, unpredictable and unstable, but GOOD. I love the Lord and I love that He is constantly reassuring me that He knows &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; where I am right now, and everything is happening just as it should. I trust Him. He's never led me astray before, and I know He won't ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy weekend! &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/2489902956932679167-1820321152275808074?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1820321152275808074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=1820321152275808074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1820321152275808074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1820321152275808074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/neglectful.html' title='Neglectful'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SaEBaijC04I/AAAAAAAAACQ/oVAqsRurJnM/s72-c/free+museum+day+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-7819632155714310996</id><published>2009-01-15T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:23:16.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folsom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Hiking IN Folsom Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ2Fi17qI/AAAAAAAAABU/LfV-Z2cUg9g/s1600-h/CIMG0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, my dad loves, loves, loves hiking. He really goes almost every day. Sometimes I have time to go with him...I wish I did it more. On Saturday, my sisters and I all went with him. We had fun together. Here are some pics of our adventure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                This first picture is Sierra and Abbie making their way through the woods.  I love the beauty around here...my sisters are beautiful too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291748083547631266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ2Fi17qI/AAAAAAAAABU/LfV-Z2cUg9g/s320/CIMG0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                   I mostly put this pic in here to prove Dad was there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ1fdMEoI/AAAAAAAAABM/GLSAytC3qfc/s1600-h/CIMG0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291748073323369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ1fdMEoI/AAAAAAAAABM/GLSAytC3qfc/s320/CIMG0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             SISTERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ1LyhkXI/AAAAAAAAABE/IiW4dB-6hII/s1600-h/CIMG0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291748068044149106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ1LyhkXI/AAAAAAAAABE/IiW4dB-6hII/s320/CIMG0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            This is the river that usually makes up the lake...You can see how low it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            is...sad, but its cool to see the history underneath...hope it doesn't last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            too long though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ0zCpsFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Upg2_8bkCT8/s1600-h/CIMG0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291748061400903762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ0zCpsFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Upg2_8bkCT8/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Dad and Sierra walking down what is usually the boat ramp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ0iTc48I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5q7yJ7gb_kU/s1600-h/CIMG0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291748056907965378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ0iTc48I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5q7yJ7gb_kU/s320/CIMG0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/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/2489902956932679167-7819632155714310996?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7819632155714310996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=7819632155714310996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/7819632155714310996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/7819632155714310996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiking-in-folsom-lake.html' title='Hiking IN Folsom Lake'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/SXAQ2Fi17qI/AAAAAAAAABU/LfV-Z2cUg9g/s72-c/CIMG0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-8968725067449235269</id><published>2009-01-01T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:24:24.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine fine in 2009</title><content type='html'>January 1, 2009.  It's hard to believe that it's 2009 already, for some reason that seems so much later than 2008.  Maybe it's because this will be my 10 year anniversary of graduating from high school, or maybe b/c my baby brother is going on a mission soon.  Or maybe...maybe a lot of things, but it seems to have snuck up on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day (since midnight last night really) I've been feeling happy and optimistic.  I just can't shake the feeling that it's going to be a great year!  I'm excited to see what lies ahead!  I'll try to be a little more diligent in logging my exciting 2009 adventures on here for you all to enjoy with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this new year bring each of you fun, excitement, new adventures and success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-8968725067449235269?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8968725067449235269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=8968725067449235269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8968725067449235269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/8968725067449235269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/shine-fine-in-2009.html' title='Shine fine in 2009'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-291638110584694596</id><published>2008-12-21T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:52:24.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelato Arm and Other Things...</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking about how it's been a while since I've written anything on here...I'm not sure exactly what I've been waiting for to make it "worth it", so I decided to just write a little of whatever I thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm thinking of the most today is how much my arm hurts.  I'm pretty sure it's going to fall off, but I'm not sure if that will be before or after my wrists breaks in 2.  The reason?  Scooping Gelato.  Who knew it would be THIS hard?  It is a fun little job to have before I find a new grown up one, but I didn't know it'd be this much WORK!  I wish, a little bit, that I could just be the pretty face that talks to/entertains the customers...and did the hard stuff every once in a while, but not often enough to injure myself. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Gelato shoppe (Melt in the Roseville Galleria), I have had some good times.  Probably the nicest thing anyone has said to me were when these 2 guys were trying out some flavors and as I was helping them, they told me I was "the only nice person in Roseville".  Now, this is not true, but I appreciate the sentiment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post something again in the next couple days that isn't a bunch of complaining about how wimpy I am. :)  But for now, I'd better get ready for bed so I can be there bright and early at 7:30 am to further my pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-291638110584694596?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/291638110584694596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=291638110584694596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/291638110584694596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/291638110584694596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/gelato-arm-and-other-things.html' title='Gelato Arm and Other Things...'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5931955587719119123</id><published>2008-12-04T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:37:48.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to a Good Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/STiTxnukLXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_-ueH6KJtxA/s1600-h/Joseph_B_Wirthlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276129444151700850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/STiTxnukLXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_-ueH6KJtxA/s320/Joseph_B_Wirthlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its been a day or two since Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin passed away, but I want to take a minute to write a quick note in regards to this great man. I love the lessons I have learned from E. Wirthlin over the years that I have paid attention to conference talks. His teachings were simple, but echoed profound truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will forever remember the talk he gave in the October 2007 conference (Oct. 6, 2007). The talk was called "The Great Commandment". Here is part of the journal entry I wrote about the experience:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One memorable part of the conference was during Elder Wirthlin's talk. It was easy to see that he is getting pretty old &amp;amp; his health probably isn't the best. In the middle of his talk, he started shaking badly, but pressed on. Elder Nelson came &amp;amp; supported him as he struggled to make it through his amazing talk on love. It made me think of how very much those men love and support each other and how we need that in all of our organizations. I want to increase in my capacity to love." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since writing that, as I have pondered again and again on the experience I witnessed that day, I find another lesson that I learned besides that one and the lesson from the wonderful words he shared that day. The apostles amaze me. Here was a 90 year old man SERVING. Never did he stop his work. Long after so many men retire and go about their lives doing as they wish b/c they've "done their part", these men continue to serve. Even when life gets hard. Even when its hard to stand or speak or travel, they continue to do their part supported by the Lord as they go about His work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all lessons learned that day, that is one I will always remember. I want to serve the Lord until the end of my days here on earth and then beyond. I recognize that this is not an easy task, so I am grateful to these men who teach me and lead me and show me that it is possible. I am grateful that Elder Wirthlin illustrated that so beautifully to me that day. I want to be like him. I hope I can come close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to read the words of that beautiful talk, here is the link: &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=a8d42bce258f5110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=a8d42bce258f5110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May your season be full of love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5931955587719119123?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5931955587719119123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5931955587719119123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5931955587719119123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5931955587719119123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-to-good-man.html' title='Tribute to a Good Man'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU9d4XV8Kvg/STiTxnukLXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_-ueH6KJtxA/s72-c/Joseph_B_Wirthlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-1232628455418230379</id><published>2008-12-01T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:50:31.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going with no camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, quite a bit has happened since I've been home and yet, nothing has really happened all at the same time. :) I really wish I had a camera to add some pizzaz to this post w/ some pics...but...maybe someday soon-ish. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here are a few of the happenings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. I made it safely to California and unloaded my stuff into one of two places: my parent's house or a small storage unit here in L-town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. I went to the Loomis 1st ward (twice) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. I went to the Rockliln 6th ward (the single's ward I will attend here) for sacrament meeting, which was cool, but it will take some getting used to a new ward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. I had an interview for a job...still waiting to hear back...still trying to decide if I'll say yes if they offer me a position...more to come on this matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5. Hung out w/ extended family on a couple of occasions: FHE last night b/c Dixie was in town and Church and an "after party" on Sunday b/c Zack gave his homecoming talk. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;6. Went to my 1st cake decorating class with Candie and Mom. That was tonight, it was fun...next week should be even more so as we get all started and what-not. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;7. Applied for lots more jobs...just in case either way (see #4 above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;8. Read a couple books: Ida B and The Lightening Theif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;9. Watched quite a few movies, including, but not limited to: Fred Claus, Garfield Thanksgiving Special, Garfield Halloween Special, Love Comes Softly, Love's Enduring Promise, Love's Long Journey, and a few others that my foggy mind can not now remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;10. Helped make some yummy food (emphasis on only helping...Mom and Dad are much better cooks anyway. ) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Did the Folsom 5K Turkey Trot w/ Drake, Dad, Candie &amp;amp; Josh...I was a little sore the next day, but I like to think it made up for a lot of the food I ate later that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now do you know what I meant by a lot has happened, yet nothing at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh, and also I've developed a stupid, stupid cold...sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Happy December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-1232628455418230379?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1232628455418230379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=1232628455418230379' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1232628455418230379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/1232628455418230379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-going-with-no-camera.html' title='Still going with no camera'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489902956932679167.post-5235506149762646500</id><published>2008-11-24T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:12:21.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in California</title><content type='html'>Well, it is finally here, hard to believe, but I'm back in Cali. I decided to start a blog to keep everyone updated on my life happenings, especially my lovely Utah friends now that I am no longer with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that this blog has limitless potential at this point, although so far, it has little to show for it. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a new camera soon, so I can begin taking picture documentation of my adventures and put them on here for you all to enjoy.  I also hope to soon become an expert. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489902956932679167-5235506149762646500?l=ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5235506149762646500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489902956932679167&amp;postID=5235506149762646500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5235506149762646500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489902956932679167/posts/default/5235506149762646500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascrumptiouslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-california.html' title='Back in California'/><author><name>Trulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363126511712882784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
