<?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-7771902756703649158</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:29:04.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam &amp; Crystal</title><subtitle type='html'>You work, you play and then one day...love just happens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1877104080115024206</id><published>2012-02-04T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T18:13:35.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers...Reloading</title><content type='html'>So flowers always bring a smile to my face. Last week on Friday while I was at work my Dad walked in with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXYhMgWYeLs/Ty3jKjzvlkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8zhMHACUa4I/s1600/IMAG0383.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXYhMgWYeLs/Ty3jKjzvlkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8zhMHACUa4I/s320/IMAG0383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705466073498752578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now there were not from my Dad, but my wonderful Husband! My Dad was the delivery man. Adam wanted to send me flowers just because he LOVES ME! Adam is an amazing husband and I love him so very much. Tonight we have to spend the night away, Adam is throwing his little brother a bachelor party. I miss him already and it's only been a couple hours.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know Adam he loves to shoot guns and reload his own ammo. At our house in Payson he had a reloading bench in the garage. Now that we are in an apartment we don't have a garage. So in our storage closet he build one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jm_Z1rOA7Pk/Ty3ktUpnWBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ezC_s-Qxchw/s1600/IMAG0387.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jm_Z1rOA7Pk/Ty3ktUpnWBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ezC_s-Qxchw/s320/IMAG0387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705467770236786706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so happy Adam is able to reload again, he loves it so much and it is his way of releasing stress. It also happens to be one of his favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smPX7jwxQzw/Ty3jJg5g6nI/AAAAAAAAA4I/UUyNxLijdUo/s1600/IMAG0386.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smPX7jwxQzw/Ty3jJg5g6nI/AAAAAAAAA4I/UUyNxLijdUo/s320/IMAG0386.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705466055537781362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1877104080115024206?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1877104080115024206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1877104080115024206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1877104080115024206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1877104080115024206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2012/02/flowersreloading.html' title='Flowers...Reloading'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXYhMgWYeLs/Ty3jKjzvlkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8zhMHACUa4I/s72-c/IMAG0383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-5857486270054552186</id><published>2012-01-22T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:17:00.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28!.....Deployment</title><content type='html'>My hubby turned 28 on the 18th! We mostly celebrated last Saturday and then tonight at my parents. Last week we went to mimi's cafe for breakfast and it was so yummy!! I love their hot chocolate! Then we went with some friends to Wingers that night. I gave Adam his present that day also because I needed him to look at it before I got it for him...Now you ask what did I get him, well I got him a range bag for when we got shooting. He loves it! Tonight at my parent's house my mom made german pancake, I made Won Ton salad and better than sex cake. All of them are his favorite foods. It was really weird to have pancake and a salad for dinner but they are both really good so it's okay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Adam blowing out his 28 candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6udeayY4Bk/Txzb151OOMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/LZOVmS61xMM/s1600/IMAG0381.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6udeayY4Bk/Txzb151OOMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/LZOVmS61xMM/s320/IMAG0381.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700672947447806146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better than sex cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6B8HFtL05lE/Txzb1pLjc9I/AAAAAAAAA3g/TbjVLcmTjnA/s1600/IMAG0382.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6B8HFtL05lE/Txzb1pLjc9I/AAAAAAAAA3g/TbjVLcmTjnA/s320/IMAG0382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700672942978069458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now you probably notice that my title has Deployment in there, well as you know from my last post Adam was just about to be deployed and then he was cut and didn't get to go. He was pretty bummed about this....but now his is going with a different unit. At the beginning of January he got a call from his unit saying that another unit in his battalion was needing another medic and that he name was given as the medic. So Adam will being deploying in May to go to Afghanistan for a year. We both know that this will be hard but it will also be good in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Adam so very much and with all my heart and can't even think of my life with out him. But I know that he'll come home safe because so many things that have been promised to us have not happened yet. I know that he joined the National Guard and that he didn't do just for the educational benefits, he joined to serve his country. I am very proud to be his wife and to call him my husband. He is the most wonderful man I know. I love you Adam and I hope you had an AWESOME birthday!&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/7771902756703649158-5857486270054552186?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/5857486270054552186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=5857486270054552186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5857486270054552186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5857486270054552186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2012/01/28deployment.html' title='28!.....Deployment'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6udeayY4Bk/Txzb151OOMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/LZOVmS61xMM/s72-c/IMAG0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-315115036447784521</id><published>2012-01-01T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:20:25.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy Christmas time because I get to see family, but Christmas day is never a relaxing day because of everywhere we have to go. The day after Christmas is more fun than Christmas. This year Adam spoiled me. I got these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8V7Y2DirxOE/TwEfyWlOXEI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Yj45Hfr17Z0/s1600/images.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8V7Y2DirxOE/TwEfyWlOXEI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Yj45Hfr17Z0/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692866353888648258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Google Image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;They are sheepskin slippers! I love them and they are so warm.  I also got some spring form pans, candy (of course), weights, movies, a popcorn bucket, and clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This past Friday we had our Christmas party for my Dad's side and I was so excited to give my grandparents their gift.  This year I made them a picture calender of all my extended family. It took forever to get pictures from everyone. I didn't even think that I would get it here in time, it got to my house at Noon on Friday. In the end....THEY LOVED IT! and so did everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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;&lt;div style="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;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-315115036447784521?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/315115036447784521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=315115036447784521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/315115036447784521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/315115036447784521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8V7Y2DirxOE/TwEfyWlOXEI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Yj45Hfr17Z0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1541291247513689636</id><published>2011-12-22T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:30:50.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>So I have not blogged in a while...reason being...I have been crazy busy. First with finals and then both Adam and I got busy with getting things ready for Christmas. We also had some crazy things happen. Back in November we thought Adam was going to get deployed all we had left do to was sign papers and Adam would be leaving Jan. 15. Then about two weeks ago we had not heard anything and finally got a hold of someone who told us the unit that Adam was going to deploy with had to cut down by 46 people and Adam was one of them. I am a little relieved that he was not going but sad at the same time because I knew how much he wanted to go and serve his country.  Adam was pretty sad about it for a week or so because he wanted it so bad. It would have been very good for to go because it would look great for when he applied for the Army PA school...but you never know maybe he'll get another change soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on December 10 Adam's little brother got ENGAGED! We are so happy for them. We don't know when they are getting married yet because they are waiting to find out when he'll be leaving for Basic Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for school this semester I took one class, microbiology, and I got an A!!! I am so HAPPY!!! Adam did pretty good himself. He got a couple A's, A-, and a B+. I am so proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our Christmas tree this year. I'm so happy that we were able to have our own tree this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ6YqLTRcCA/TvPys2D6qWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/A5w1i64mLV0/s1600/IMAG0366.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ6YqLTRcCA/TvPys2D6qWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/A5w1i64mLV0/s320/IMAG0366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689157606539176290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made this for my Grandparents on my mom's side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9JDdsxWqig/TvPysuY-JeI/AAAAAAAAA28/si2mS5VaODM/s1600/IMAG0363.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9JDdsxWqig/TvPysuY-JeI/AAAAAAAAA28/si2mS5VaODM/s320/IMAG0363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689157604480001506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the wreath I made this year. I really like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCkLSLzY-P8/TvPysC_gnrI/AAAAAAAAA2w/25VMGSGZSsc/s1600/IMAG0367.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCkLSLzY-P8/TvPysC_gnrI/AAAAAAAAA2w/25VMGSGZSsc/s320/IMAG0367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689157592830484146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love Christmas time and can't wait to spend it with my family. Now I just need to finish wrapping the presents.&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/7771902756703649158-1541291247513689636?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1541291247513689636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1541291247513689636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1541291247513689636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1541291247513689636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ6YqLTRcCA/TvPys2D6qWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/A5w1i64mLV0/s72-c/IMAG0366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3711195155898661723</id><published>2011-10-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:30:00.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>As some people may know back in August I applied for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UVU's&lt;/span&gt; Nursing program. I made it past stage 1 and got an interview. I had my interview on Oct. 13, and I felt it went really good overall. During the interview process you have a group interview, which consist of 6 people and you have to review a case study and answer questions. The next step was 3 individual interviews, I felt that these three were awesome! Next step was to learn a nursing skill and preform it. The skill we learned was putting on sterile gloves which I do all the time at work and so I did that part awesomely. The last part of the interview process was the essay, now I can't remember what my question was what I wrote (I know that is bad of me).&lt;div&gt;Well I have waited for TWO long weeks for my letter of a yes or a no to come...The letter came yesterday and it was a NO! I was in shock that I didn't get in and of course had a every, every emotional night. I couldn't stop thinking about Why, Why did I not get in. This was part of my plan and now it was going off track. What am I suppose to do now, and am I going to get in next time.  I know the Lord has plan for me and right now I really wish I knew what he was thinking and why he did want me to get in this time. The only thing I can think of is that he knows something I don't, and I just hope and pray that I get in next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; my Mom and told her I didn't get in and about 3 hours later my Dad showed up with these....Cheer up flowers...Daisies are my favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcdSLjzSBrA/Tq3afU_uhjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Cfm-P0zRx5U/s1600/323034_2469519012422_1085745020_2903432_1041806546_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcdSLjzSBrA/Tq3afU_uhjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Cfm-P0zRx5U/s320/323034_2469519012422_1085745020_2903432_1041806546_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669427737676121650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next step for me is to re-apply in April. I am also going to retake my TEAS test to help my overall score be more competitive for the selection of an interview (I believe more people apply for Fall than Spring semester). I am also going to be looking at different school options and apply different places. I know for sure I will apply for an LPN program that once I am done I can apply for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt; nursing and only have 3 semesters to go. Weber state has an outreach program but you have to have your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt; which I don't have. I have my MA which is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt; and more I think but they don't count that as anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3711195155898661723?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3711195155898661723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3711195155898661723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3711195155898661723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3711195155898661723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcdSLjzSBrA/Tq3afU_uhjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Cfm-P0zRx5U/s72-c/323034_2469519012422_1085745020_2903432_1041806546_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3120572668664921171</id><published>2011-10-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:43:25.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAMILY PICTURES 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vt6Hg7C5enI/Tpm3aA2m0OI/AAAAAAAAA1g/PO_HfSqhl_U/s1600/062ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vt6Hg7C5enI/Tpm3aA2m0OI/AAAAAAAAA1g/PO_HfSqhl_U/s320/062ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663759663928627426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbOvVpTRZX4/Tpm3ZXw-SXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1MpStMxqIdg/s1600/058ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbOvVpTRZX4/Tpm3ZXw-SXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1MpStMxqIdg/s320/058ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663759652899146098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOM AND DAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJGO4xTgn-M/Tpm3YjcmFwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Oq9P3EQGpsY/s1600/082ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJGO4xTgn-M/Tpm3YjcmFwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Oq9P3EQGpsY/s320/082ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663759638855030530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ADAM AND I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhjg8PwVRi0/Tpm2OeRYw_I/AAAAAAAAA08/GkBgXHazq_4/s1600/023ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhjg8PwVRi0/Tpm2OeRYw_I/AAAAAAAAA08/GkBgXHazq_4/s320/023ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663758366155523058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPzS5FJope4/Tpm2NweEJvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hHutgjDfPX4/s1600/025faded.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPzS5FJope4/Tpm2NweEJvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hHutgjDfPX4/s320/025faded.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663758353860667122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JASON AND KIRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEyduV9ulOM/TpmhSu_asFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DdCcTmj7T84/s1600/020ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEyduV9ulOM/TpmhSu_asFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DdCcTmj7T84/s320/020ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663735349618847826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE BOYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNGz3bKnXzw/TpmhR80iikI/AAAAAAAAA0U/kTkdEC32idw/s1600/004seventies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNGz3bKnXzw/TpmhR80iikI/AAAAAAAAA0U/kTkdEC32idw/s320/004seventies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663735336151452226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JACOB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpyHIHIqmZU/TpmhRAjXOGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/3JywRca0p2w/s1600/005ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpyHIHIqmZU/TpmhRAjXOGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/3JywRca0p2w/s320/005ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663735319973279842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROSCOE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yw0FlAKIui0/TpmhQePLteI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xVzc8yn3feA/s1600/011ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yw0FlAKIui0/TpmhQePLteI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xVzc8yn3feA/s320/011ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663735310761833954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MEGAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4MJ4LDpUNE/TpmhP5rICCI/AAAAAAAAAzw/7bTPv4FwUdE/s1600/036ps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4MJ4LDpUNE/TpmhP5rICCI/AAAAAAAAAzw/7bTPv4FwUdE/s320/036ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663735300946921506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3120572668664921171?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3120572668664921171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3120572668664921171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3120572668664921171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3120572668664921171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-pictures-2011.html' title='Family pictures 2011'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vt6Hg7C5enI/Tpm3aA2m0OI/AAAAAAAAA1g/PO_HfSqhl_U/s72-c/062ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4533140234379702300</id><published>2011-09-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:48:49.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Improvements</title><content type='html'>Adam and I have been super, SUPER busy with school starting. Adam is currently working 32+hours at work and taking 12 credits. I am just taking once class, Microbiology, and let me tell you I have never had to read so much in my life.  Adam is always doing Math homework and writing papers. So all family members please pray for him, that he will survive this semester and be able to get good grades.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, before Adam and I started school we finished, well Adam did, our pantry shelves. So now we have a place to put all our food that have been in totes since last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsiWWLstSfw/TnZ0QXbXO0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/b-htOIVeJQI/s1600/IMAG0315.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsiWWLstSfw/TnZ0QXbXO0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/b-htOIVeJQI/s320/IMAG0315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653834206725749570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today he finished the shelves for the storage closet. He had the brackets himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so lucky to have a wonderful husband with so many talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvGkVcrMWak/TnZ0QFSv68I/AAAAAAAAAzg/7Ep72OSWMlU/s1600/IMAG0313.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvGkVcrMWak/TnZ0QFSv68I/AAAAAAAAAzg/7Ep72OSWMlU/s320/IMAG0313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653834201857780674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week on facebook they posted a picture of what the Payson temple is going to look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it is way pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjEtD2EZgJ0/TnZ0QJZKC-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/uLZbL4lGP1k/s1600/IMAG0312.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjEtD2EZgJ0/TnZ0QJZKC-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/uLZbL4lGP1k/s320/IMAG0312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653834202958400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4533140234379702300?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4533140234379702300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4533140234379702300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4533140234379702300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4533140234379702300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-improvements.html' title='Home Improvements'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsiWWLstSfw/TnZ0QXbXO0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/b-htOIVeJQI/s72-c/IMAG0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2687322664765604663</id><published>2011-08-26T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:31:38.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forts</title><content type='html'>Last night my sister-in-law had to work the night shift and my brother-in-law had to help someone fix something on their boat. So he asked Adam and I if we could watch his little girl Ella while he did that. He said that it would only be an hour, but it ended up being a little longer than that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Adam and I had finished eating dinner (pizza, and the best wonton salad ever!) Adam made a fort with Ella. It was pretty cool and she liked to go in one side and come out the other and she would get mad if you blocked her way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our Fort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJtRr-7NfVE/TlefE5jjXDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/12HWIyTS7iU/s1600/IMAG0308.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJtRr-7NfVE/TlefE5jjXDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/12HWIyTS7iU/s320/IMAG0308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645155564450438194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Adam and Ella having a great time. I tried to get a better picture but Ella didn't want to look at my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax53EdSjU5g/TlefEoJbBOI/AAAAAAAAAzI/4voWKHxoKfM/s1600/IMAG0304.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax53EdSjU5g/TlefEoJbBOI/AAAAAAAAAzI/4voWKHxoKfM/s320/IMAG0304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645155559777436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7771902756703649158-2687322664765604663?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2687322664765604663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2687322664765604663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2687322664765604663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2687322664765604663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/08/forts.html' title='Forts'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJtRr-7NfVE/TlefE5jjXDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/12HWIyTS7iU/s72-c/IMAG0308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4148609113829537145</id><published>2011-08-26T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:25:16.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting</title><content type='html'>Adam and I LOVE to go shooting and this past week we were able to go with one of our good friends Scott (Mindi's husband). He had bought a lot of rounds and invited us to shoot them with him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Adam shooting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc9Tsj9WsTg/Tled8eIfnUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/KB_9vIQ0bwQ/s1600/IMAG0302.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc9Tsj9WsTg/Tled8eIfnUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/KB_9vIQ0bwQ/s320/IMAG0302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645154320138607938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here is his target!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTyx8yMoxUA/Tled8L28CUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tlr0MumBSRc/s1600/IMAG0303.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTyx8yMoxUA/Tled8L28CUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tlr0MumBSRc/s320/IMAG0303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645154315233134914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great way to get some stress relief before going back to school next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4148609113829537145?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4148609113829537145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4148609113829537145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4148609113829537145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4148609113829537145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/08/shooting.html' title='Shooting'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc9Tsj9WsTg/Tled8eIfnUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/KB_9vIQ0bwQ/s72-c/IMAG0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3579601674290255336</id><published>2011-08-21T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T13:46:59.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday WEEK!</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday Aug. 16 was my BIRTHDAY! I turned 22 years old. I ended up having to cover someone at work on my birthday, but that is okay since I need the hours right now. After working 10 hours, I finally got to come home. Adam made me his famous hamburgers! THEY ARE SO GOOD!!! I did pretty good this year and ended up with money, a movie, a dash cover for the car, and window shinny thing so the sun doesn't come in, a willow tree figure called HERO (has a women holding a folded up flag), a shirt, itunes gift card, gift card to Mimi's Cafe (which we will use one day to go to breakfast), and a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpqHG2zW4cM/TlFpmMJo5bI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pFkB7RiCvZM/s1600/IMAG0295.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpqHG2zW4cM/TlFpmMJo5bI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pFkB7RiCvZM/s320/IMAG0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643407912889542066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was also way awesome because we got to go to Park City! What made it even better was it was FREE!!!!!!! We went with the National guard to a marriage retreat, we stayed at the Yarrow(which was okay, but not the best). We got our breakfast and lunches paid for, which saves us a TON on money on food. We got to watch videos that a guy name Mark Gungor does and he is way funny! If you have never heard of him before just google: laugh you way to a better marriage. Saturday after we got done with classes we went to the outlet mall but ended up not staying very long because there was a lot of people. So we went to ride the alpine slide. Adam has not gone on it in about 20 years and I have never gone on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the lift ride up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAKqik8ou6c/TlFqHZ4EM6I/AAAAAAAAAyw/Lvpq7dx9UJA/s1600/IMAG0096.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAKqik8ou6c/TlFqHZ4EM6I/AAAAAAAAAyw/Lvpq7dx9UJA/s320/IMAG0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643408483509613474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down the older slides, which from what I have heard are way more fun then the new ones. We had to wait in line for a long time because there was a wedding that just got done and most of the guest went down the slides. It was pretty funny watching all these girls get into the sleds and they have short dresses and high heels on. I would hate the be the one at the bottom when they come down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Adam getting ready to go on down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6zGL7JsKhk/TlFpmN2JAcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/CyLRAa0d-RQ/s1600/IMAG0299.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6zGL7JsKhk/TlFpmN2JAcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/CyLRAa0d-RQ/s320/IMAG0299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643407913344631234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We almost didn't get to go because it looked like it was going to rain and if it rains while you are on it you have to stop and walk the rest of the way down. There was no way I was going to stop and walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzNX1N7_qGY/TlFpl7VM9dI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1AXTX9eMK5s/s1600/IMAG0097.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzNX1N7_qGY/TlFpl7VM9dI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1AXTX9eMK5s/s320/IMAG0097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643407908374640082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me after my ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4xcAF7IKOw/TlFpll77UXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lkcSF_RrdIM/s1600/IMAG0098.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4xcAF7IKOw/TlFpll77UXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lkcSF_RrdIM/s320/IMAG0098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643407902631481714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 10 mins after we got down to the bottom it started to rain, lucky us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For dinner we went down main street looking for something good to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the hat I bought that day with some of my birthday money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWfHZkcS-KA/TlFplJP2A4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/LDkJtaUjqaw/s1600/IMAG0099.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWfHZkcS-KA/TlFplJP2A4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/LDkJtaUjqaw/s320/IMAG0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643407894930391938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did end up at a place called Main Street Pizza and Pasta and got seated pretty quick but they didn't have the kind of pizza we wanted and if we were to make it with the extra topping it would end up being a lot of money so we left and then got some Dominos. Which was AWESOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3579601674290255336?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3579601674290255336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3579601674290255336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3579601674290255336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3579601674290255336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/08/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday WEEK!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpqHG2zW4cM/TlFpmMJo5bI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pFkB7RiCvZM/s72-c/IMAG0295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3081301017833627450</id><published>2011-08-14T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:42:14.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE THIS!</title><content type='html'>For our anniversary Adam got me a blender. A blender is the one thing we DIDN'T get for our wedding and I have been wanting one ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv6pP_wtlNg/Tkg__vqKjCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/SnJ8shcUnoU/s1600/CIMG3168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv6pP_wtlNg/Tkg__vqKjCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/SnJ8shcUnoU/s320/CIMG3168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640828897639173154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new favorite thing to make is smoothies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love making them, our favorite so far is strawberries, bananas, nectarine, yogurt, milk, with a little bit of ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVHOqSIOjno/Tkg__ecICCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/v8kGaL_uBRQ/s1600/CIMG3169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVHOqSIOjno/Tkg__ecICCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/v8kGaL_uBRQ/s320/CIMG3169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640828893016885282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So YUMMY! Thanks ADAM! I LOVE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3081301017833627450?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3081301017833627450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3081301017833627450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3081301017833627450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3081301017833627450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-this.html' title='LOVE THIS!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv6pP_wtlNg/Tkg__vqKjCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/SnJ8shcUnoU/s72-c/CIMG3168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1745308881156415093</id><published>2011-08-04T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:37:25.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA LAS VEGAS</title><content type='html'>On July 21, 2011 Adam and I had our 3rd Anniversary! This year for our Anniversary we decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. I have never been and it had been a long time since Adam had been. We had so much fun going to the old part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas and watching the light show they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BZlCvWy2CI/TjtUsKmdOfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/MbWzyEIS3z8/s1600/IMAG0272.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BZlCvWy2CI/TjtUsKmdOfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/MbWzyEIS3z8/s320/IMAG0272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192476320938482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New York, New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnKkjOizM1o/TjtUr5MwF6I/AAAAAAAAAxo/jaifecLpiPo/s1600/IMAG0285.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnKkjOizM1o/TjtUr5MwF6I/AAAAAAAAAxo/jaifecLpiPo/s320/IMAG0285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192471649720226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fountains in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2HkEwIZOn4/TjtUr_qTLeI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1PFcjaAizco/s1600/IMAG0266.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2HkEwIZOn4/TjtUr_qTLeI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1PFcjaAizco/s320/IMAG0266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192473384267234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6TXF2QBPrQ/TjtUrlVmOII/AAAAAAAAAxY/BVbbPpnxh_E/s1600/IMAG0267.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6TXF2QBPrQ/TjtUrlVmOII/AAAAAAAAAxY/BVbbPpnxh_E/s320/IMAG0267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192466318112898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heE2ggmwuok/TjtUSk_oOyI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w200znJxmvM/s1600/IMAG0268.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heE2ggmwuok/TjtUSk_oOyI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w200znJxmvM/s320/IMAG0268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192036729240354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Flamingo at the Flamingo in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4X5ZGQGM2Qk/TjtUSRhwaoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RkZDQL_fK8w/s1600/IMAG0269.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4X5ZGQGM2Qk/TjtUSRhwaoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RkZDQL_fK8w/s320/IMAG0269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192031503673986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAl-1RYF1g0/TjtUSFjF1DI/AAAAAAAAAxA/HWs8F0iKnFg/s1600/IMAG0271.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAl-1RYF1g0/TjtUSFjF1DI/AAAAAAAAAxA/HWs8F0iKnFg/s320/IMAG0271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192028288046130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stratosphere&lt;/span&gt;, so we go to go up to the top for free, and not have to pay 15.00 bucks a person. We went up twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62OjZJCaddg/TjtUR6y8XwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cLosS5XXxKw/s1600/IMAG0273.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62OjZJCaddg/TjtUR6y8XwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cLosS5XXxKw/s320/IMAG0273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192025401745154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcKnuojTmnY/TjtURlZNMJI/AAAAAAAAAww/JeBSXM_kmnk/s1600/IMAG0275.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcKnuojTmnY/TjtURlZNMJI/AAAAAAAAAww/JeBSXM_kmnk/s320/IMAG0275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637192019656650898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W47DrLsRIzc/TjtTq56l0SI/AAAAAAAAAwo/R8O-_jN__8U/s1600/IMAG0278.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W47DrLsRIzc/TjtTq56l0SI/AAAAAAAAAwo/R8O-_jN__8U/s320/IMAG0278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637191355150487842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also went and saw Hoover Dam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buo7AeQO2yI/TjtTq4LQDCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/x1wwdMcjQA8/s1600/IMAG0279.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buo7AeQO2yI/TjtTq4LQDCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/x1wwdMcjQA8/s320/IMAG0279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637191354683493410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsjO9irKGwU/TjtTqummfQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ULQYgyqh5mU/s1600/IMAG0280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsjO9irKGwU/TjtTqummfQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ULQYgyqh5mU/s320/IMAG0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637191352113855746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyD4Ro2-6jg/TjtTqa4rcvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bdwDE7lkKTE/s1600/IMAG0282.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyD4Ro2-6jg/TjtTqa4rcvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bdwDE7lkKTE/s320/IMAG0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637191346820969202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubMD73cf1Io/TjtTqMsBqnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/z7DYe4Uy2CQ/s1600/IMAG0284.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubMD73cf1Io/TjtTqMsBqnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/z7DYe4Uy2CQ/s320/IMAG0284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637191343009802866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being married to Adam. He is the love of my life and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Thank you Adam for the BEST 3 YEARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1745308881156415093?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1745308881156415093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1745308881156415093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1745308881156415093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1745308881156415093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/08/viva-las-vegas.html' title='VIVA LAS VEGAS'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BZlCvWy2CI/TjtUsKmdOfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/MbWzyEIS3z8/s72-c/IMAG0272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4137009481682052557</id><published>2011-07-28T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:52:34.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>Clear back in April, Adam and I bought a camper. Reason being so we can just pick up and go camping this Fall while we are in school. This last weekend was the first time we have been able to take it out camping and man was it nice! The AC works, which is wonderful!!!  We went camping with our friends, Jake and Hope and their little girl, and then Adam's brother Chunk and his girlfriend came. We went to Starvation up Spanish Fork Canyon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our camper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy6cMSjG49U/TjHm1nsYoiI/AAAAAAAAAwA/sF3tInYQgiU/s1600/CIMG3164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy6cMSjG49U/TjHm1nsYoiI/AAAAAAAAAwA/sF3tInYQgiU/s320/CIMG3164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634538417679802914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our camp site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvndLzNM85w/TjHmepS6xGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z_uBvymutxE/s1600/CIMG3163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvndLzNM85w/TjHmepS6xGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z_uBvymutxE/s320/CIMG3163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634538022972867682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view on one of our four wheeler rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goAiClroo_M/TjHmeebVQzI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sTUHYYSvEnY/s1600/CIMG3157.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goAiClroo_M/TjHmeebVQzI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sTUHYYSvEnY/s320/CIMG3157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634538020055368498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOPUwZInCGo/TjHmd2TxhdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7LMk8W-8Yp0/s1600/CIMG3158.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOPUwZInCGo/TjHmd2TxhdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7LMk8W-8Yp0/s320/CIMG3158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634538009286247890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jake, Hope, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsGEPqW8yOY/TjHmditCJKI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HwuKKXIipVw/s1600/CIMG3160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsGEPqW8yOY/TjHmditCJKI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HwuKKXIipVw/s320/CIMG3160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634538004023485602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jake, Hope and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; on the four wheeler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80gx0L9NopU/TjHmdbmRwwI/AAAAAAAAAvY/JCCwZcjdK4Q/s1600/CIMG3156.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80gx0L9NopU/TjHmdbmRwwI/AAAAAAAAAvY/JCCwZcjdK4Q/s320/CIMG3156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634538002116100866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an awesome time and can't wait to go again. Now it's time to get ready for our next activity...Hiking with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mindi&lt;/span&gt; and Scott on Saturday and then we our off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for our 3rd Anniversary!&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/7771902756703649158-4137009481682052557?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4137009481682052557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4137009481682052557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4137009481682052557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4137009481682052557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/07/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy6cMSjG49U/TjHm1nsYoiI/AAAAAAAAAwA/sF3tInYQgiU/s72-c/CIMG3164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4272198947952123855</id><published>2011-07-10T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:07:36.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bedroom</title><content type='html'>After 10 long months of living in a tiny little bedroom Adam and I got to move into our apartment that we built in the attic of Adam's brother&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of our bedroom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXJGZ8e_7jk/ThoSuVnL3qI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/AlpxEkJ-5s0/s1600/CIMG3152.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXJGZ8e_7jk/ThoSuVnL3qI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/AlpxEkJ-5s0/s320/CIMG3152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627831271637638818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this sign with the picture below it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cVxF89X4hA/ThoSuAVbc4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/_aTxK5NSfcM/s1600/CIMG3155.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cVxF89X4hA/ThoSuAVbc4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/_aTxK5NSfcM/s320/CIMG3155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627831265926017922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjAjivrCS4c/ThoSWff0NeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/uLOTh_Bl-ZQ/s1600/CIMG3153.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjAjivrCS4c/ThoSWff0NeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/uLOTh_Bl-ZQ/s320/CIMG3153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627830861974222306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My of my favorite parts of the bedroom is the closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCf4-tCmrJo/ThoSWE06WrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xrOeKXmSTuU/s1600/CIMG3147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCf4-tCmrJo/ThoSWE06WrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xrOeKXmSTuU/s320/CIMG3147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627830854814948018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam built the shelves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frKzrdg--hI/ThoSVkU-2GI/AAAAAAAAAuw/CaaACWqGOiA/s1600/CIMG3148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frKzrdg--hI/ThoSVkU-2GI/AAAAAAAAAuw/CaaACWqGOiA/s320/CIMG3148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627830846091090018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-83tHtBDSk/ThoSVYjASfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/y2LbljFVRsQ/s1600/CIMG3149.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-83tHtBDSk/ThoSVYjASfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/y2LbljFVRsQ/s320/CIMG3149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627830842928679410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our closet also has our shower in it. We got the stone tile from Adam's aunt in Arizona, and it Adam put it all together. It looks AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-baJf9hlWADE/ThoSVLPV_aI/AAAAAAAAAug/41B51d_qwaM/s1600/CIMG3150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-baJf9hlWADE/ThoSVLPV_aI/AAAAAAAAAug/41B51d_qwaM/s320/CIMG3150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627830839356554658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4272198947952123855?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4272198947952123855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4272198947952123855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4272198947952123855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4272198947952123855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-bedroom.html' title='Our Bedroom'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXJGZ8e_7jk/ThoSuVnL3qI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/AlpxEkJ-5s0/s72-c/CIMG3152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1290157592465000760</id><published>2011-07-04T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T10:15:31.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 4th!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our 4th of July weekend started on Saturday. We got some AWESOME discount tickets for $14.50!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQvJpD4xXek/ThHx-hrUzcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vCWbmC6ucS8/s1600/CIMG3140.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQvJpD4xXek/ThHx-hrUzcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vCWbmC6ucS8/s320/CIMG3140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625543466056732098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyogRGCt2JI/ThHxui2N44I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/NUiK2LDFQS0/s1600/CIMG3139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyogRGCt2JI/ThHxui2N44I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/NUiK2LDFQS0/s320/CIMG3139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625543191492944770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view of the stage from our seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really disappointed in the way they honored our military. All they did was have the Air Force put an American Flag up .... and THAT was IT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so mad that they didn't do anything else. I think that they are now getting to the point were they are more concerned about the Fireworks, and the entertainment, and who is going to win the talent show. We need to remember all the men and women who are serving our Country. Not just those who are over seas, but those who are all around us everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6zq6w50bmg/ThHxuLoP2KI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZkC8mwLFcjM/s1600/CIMG3143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6zq6w50bmg/ThHxuLoP2KI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZkC8mwLFcjM/s320/CIMG3143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625543185260337314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad Paisley!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FlDVcr0bPM8/ThHxtzzz5eI/AAAAAAAAAuA/m4Q4jAIc2ew/s1600/CIMG3144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FlDVcr0bPM8/ThHxtzzz5eI/AAAAAAAAAuA/m4Q4jAIc2ew/s320/CIMG3144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625543178866386402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had a family BBQ with all our Arizona family. Adam and I were in charge of Dessert. So I decided to make cakepops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT10aLYwF20/ThHxtto5A2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/6N90ZsvvcSU/s1600/IMAG0077.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT10aLYwF20/ThHxtto5A2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/6N90ZsvvcSU/s320/IMAG0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625543177209971554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are so, so, so GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlHrpVVySxk/ThHxtaOVkMI/AAAAAAAAAtw/KNN-8nA38Ps/s1600/IMAG0078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlHrpVVySxk/ThHxtaOVkMI/AAAAAAAAAtw/KNN-8nA38Ps/s320/IMAG0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625543171998322882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chunk was trying to steal my pop, he loved them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1290157592465000760?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1290157592465000760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1290157592465000760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1290157592465000760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1290157592465000760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html' title='HAPPY 4th!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQvJpD4xXek/ThHx-hrUzcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vCWbmC6ucS8/s72-c/CIMG3140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2473266879115637908</id><published>2011-06-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:01:50.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricycle Diaper Cake</title><content type='html'>So I have been super, SUPER EXCITED to post about this Tricycle diaper cake. I made this one for my friend Michelle who is going to be having a baby boy. I have not been able to post just in case she happened to look at my blog, but today was her baby shower so I am safe to post about it now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abVqPt2Fi_o/Ter9b_vnvnI/AAAAAAAAAto/VahtHDlYPFs/s1600/CIMG3124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abVqPt2Fi_o/Ter9b_vnvnI/AAAAAAAAAto/VahtHDlYPFs/s320/CIMG3124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614578542880210546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first saw one of these at a boutique store in town and thought that it was so cool and my friend just happened to be having a baby. I normally make the plain diaper cakes and thought I would try out the tricycle. Next time I want to try out a four wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqbPrWp7r4k/Ter9bn-xjQI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rL09HYDBBOs/s1600/CIMG3125.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqbPrWp7r4k/Ter9bn-xjQI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rL09HYDBBOs/s320/CIMG3125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614578536501316866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it turned out great and Michelle LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_IYgEwIA4UA/Ter9bDiA_II/AAAAAAAAAtY/cQpodcVvVw0/s1600/CIMG3123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_IYgEwIA4UA/Ter9bDiA_II/AAAAAAAAAtY/cQpodcVvVw0/s320/CIMG3123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614578526717017218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ygdyfw-SsY/Ter9a8HTicI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/oOPUv7BzD6M/s1600/CIMG3122.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ygdyfw-SsY/Ter9a8HTicI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/oOPUv7BzD6M/s320/CIMG3122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614578524725938626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-2473266879115637908?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2473266879115637908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2473266879115637908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2473266879115637908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2473266879115637908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/06/tricycle-diaper-cake.html' title='Tricycle Diaper Cake'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abVqPt2Fi_o/Ter9b_vnvnI/AAAAAAAAAto/VahtHDlYPFs/s72-c/CIMG3124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4644020835222666516</id><published>2011-05-26T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:12:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to GO JACOB!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my little brother graduated High School!!!! I can't believe he is old enough to have graduated High School...so weird, I also have 2 cousins that are graduating next week and it only seems yesterday that we were playing with our dolls together. Now, I am married and they are graduating High School.&lt;div&gt;Jacob's Graduation was held at their High School on the football field. They had parachuter's come down with the flag onto the field. That was pretty cool, oh, and I got an awesome little sunburn on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob in his Cap and Gown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R8EmhJDPwY/Td8iRZK6pPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GQ56gQ3iI_Y/s1600/CIMG3119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R8EmhJDPwY/Td8iRZK6pPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GQ56gQ3iI_Y/s320/CIMG3119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611241342936720626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending TWO LONG hours in the sun waiting for all the names to be read, which was like over 300. We got to leave and go to dinner at Brick Oven! We love that place, it is were we went after my graduation 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam, Jacob, and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw310_6iTwA/Td8hy76Ne6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Gl-AMPOxZ8s/s1600/CIMG3121.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw310_6iTwA/Td8hy76Ne6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Gl-AMPOxZ8s/s320/CIMG3121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611240819685948322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anyone knows my husband really well you know that he will grab your butt, but only if you're special. It just means that he likes you. He did it to Jacob right after we took this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONGRATS TO MY LITTLE BROTHER JACOB FOR GRADUATING FROM HIGH SCHOOL! WE LOVE YOU JACOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4644020835222666516?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4644020835222666516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4644020835222666516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4644020835222666516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4644020835222666516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/05/way-to-go-jacob.html' title='Way to GO JACOB!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R8EmhJDPwY/Td8iRZK6pPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GQ56gQ3iI_Y/s72-c/CIMG3119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4465008529277011876</id><published>2011-05-14T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:32:52.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BEEN A WHILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know it has been a while since I last blogged on here, but it's has been crazy busy in our lives. I have been doing school NON STOP it seems like. I finished finals for Anatomy and Nutrition the last week of April and then I got a two week break and I am now starting Summer classes. Okay it's only one class but it's 6 hours every Tuesday and Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grades for Spring were AWESOME!!!!! I got A's, I love getting A's. I even got it in ANATOMY!!!!! So excited for that one. Although it was over a little trial to get the A. Here's the story, grades are posted on May 5 and so just happened to look the day before and they happened to be posted and it said that I had an A in Nutrition and a D- in Anatomy. My heart just about dropped out of me. I was like, "WHAT!? No, Way it that my grade, I scored higher than a TON of people!" So, I went and talked to my lecture teacher and it turns out that my lab teacher didn't turn in my score for lab and so I had a D-, well I gave him my sheet that had my final score for the lab and he told me that, that would give me my A! He ask if I wanted to cry, and I said yes , because I really wanted that A. Reason for that is so I can get into the nursing program. Which I can apply for in August, and then hopefully get in and start in the Spring 2012 semester! Since I did good this semester I had Adam take me to Red Lobster so I could get me some crab legs and they were so, so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my little two week break I helped Adam upstairs. We are getting so close to being done. All that is left really is the shower to finish being tiled, countertops and kitchen sink to go in, and then carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the vanity in our bedroom, I just need to get a mirror for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYn246RsVx8/Tc84YLPLgBI/AAAAAAAAAss/9PZVwLabXTA/s1600/IMAG0208.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYn246RsVx8/Tc84YLPLgBI/AAAAAAAAAss/9PZVwLabXTA/s320/IMAG0208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606762049084030994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking into our bedroom. Adam said the day they lay the carpet he is moving our bed  in so we can sleep in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3H6Ajy7LIM/Tc84I_AFRqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/rZ5BtjoncZQ/s1600/IMAG0213.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3H6Ajy7LIM/Tc84I_AFRqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/rZ5BtjoncZQ/s320/IMAG0213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606761788101445282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living room, I took this picture so you can see what our fans look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOUhw7JSRZc/Tc84IltFVUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EX4bLcv8cS8/s1600/IMAG0210.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOUhw7JSRZc/Tc84IltFVUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EX4bLcv8cS8/s320/IMAG0210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606761781310870850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another view of the front room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJeaCpsPplQ/Tc84ISK5R5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/LCo6nh5vKg0/s1600/IMAG0211.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJeaCpsPplQ/Tc84ISK5R5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/LCo6nh5vKg0/s320/IMAG0211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606761776067200914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen, Just need to get the countertops in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVnNDgV4oEI/Tc84IMkv3gI/AAAAAAAAAsM/PU-cwuC23z8/s1600/IMAG0209.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVnNDgV4oEI/Tc84IMkv3gI/AAAAAAAAAsM/PU-cwuC23z8/s320/IMAG0209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606761774565023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the bathroom, it is all plumbed and ready to go, and yes Adam has been using it since the night we got the toilet in. The sink was not even in yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrW8MgKbu1M/Tc84H3527WI/AAAAAAAAAsE/lLbmccty0yQ/s1600/IMAG0212.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrW8MgKbu1M/Tc84H3527WI/AAAAAAAAAsE/lLbmccty0yQ/s320/IMAG0212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606761769016421730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that is what we have been up to. This weekend Adam is in Price for a three day drill in which they are doing a convoy. Adam got to be the medic for those who didn't pass their PT test last time and he said that one guy could only do 16 sit ups. He was also excited because he got a full on aid bag for the weekend. It was really hard to sleep in the bed by myself last night, and I can't wait for Sunday night to get here so I can sleep with my hubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4465008529277011876?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4465008529277011876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4465008529277011876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4465008529277011876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4465008529277011876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-while.html' title='IT&apos;S BEEN A WHILE'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYn246RsVx8/Tc84YLPLgBI/AAAAAAAAAss/9PZVwLabXTA/s72-c/IMAG0208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-6381232558104239595</id><published>2011-03-26T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:21:41.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The jetta</title><content type='html'>So for the past two weeks our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt; has been overheating and the heater was not working. So Adam and I have been having fun with one car to get around it. It is a good thing that he works at the same place that he brothers work at so he could caught a ride on the days that I needed the car to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; for school. On the days that I didn't have school I would take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt; and I would just have to stop once or twice to allow the car to cool down. &lt;div&gt; At first we thought the problem was the thermostat, but we replaced that it, and it was still overheating. So our next option was to replace the water pump....the bad thing about this is that everywhere we called said that it would be 400-500 bucks because you have to replace the timing belt as well and the place that it is located at is hard to get to. Well long story short my brother in law knew someone and so we asked him how much he would charge and he said 150-200&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and a case of beer. Heck yes!&lt;div&gt;So we ended up paying 220.00 to him plus 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; for the parts and a case of beer, which I bought. Everyone thought it would be funny if I bought it, and the entire time I was at the register I was trying not to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the old water pump part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMZ09PqHJ84/TY48fskotjI/AAAAAAAAArs/OCb87SuB3vo/s1600/IMAG0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMZ09PqHJ84/TY48fskotjI/AAAAAAAAArs/OCb87SuB3vo/s320/IMAG0177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588470702851798578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-6381232558104239595?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/6381232558104239595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=6381232558104239595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6381232558104239595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6381232558104239595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/03/jetta.html' title='The jetta'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMZ09PqHJ84/TY48fskotjI/AAAAAAAAArs/OCb87SuB3vo/s72-c/IMAG0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7457757790214548861</id><published>2011-03-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:42:49.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just first want to thank my family for all the wonderful prayers and being so supportive. Yesterday in my Lab Anatomy class we FINALLY got our midterms back. I took it back on March 11, and I am just getting it back. I was VERY HAPPY with my results....I GOT 101!!!! we had 52 questions and each one was worth 2 points a piece. The test is only out of 100 so if you got a perfect score you could get a total of 104 points. My lab instructor told me that I got my class high! I just might pull an A out of this class as long as I do good in lecture. My midterm in that class could have been better but it was better than a lot of people. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; was a 51% and I got 72.5% so I think that is pretty good. I only have 4.5 weeks left in this semester and then I have a 2 week break and then I start my summer semester with my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;req&lt;/span&gt; before I can apply for the nursing program!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank my husband for putting up with me this semester, with the long nights of study and sometimes we only getting snuggle at night when we go to bed. Thank you for encouraging me to do my best and become a better person. To get a degree and better the lives of our future children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I know it's been a while since I have updated on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;, but it's because I was hoping that I would be able to post pictures of the finished project...but it's not quite ready yet. But Adam made an awesome walk in closet and is now starting to tile our shower. We are using the stone tiles that his aunt gave us. They look so good, and I'm really happy we didn't have to buy the stone because normally it's like 25 bucks per thing and they measure 18x18''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow morning Adam will finally be in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; unit! We can't wait, we having been waiting for this for over a month to find our what is going on in his unit. He is also going to go up a rank...He will now be a private first class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam in his uniform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3EmV5Ni99wY/TY9V06KOykI/AAAAAAAAAr8/5wjzZCaqKGE/s1600/IMAG0178.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3EmV5Ni99wY/TY9V06KOykI/AAAAAAAAAr8/5wjzZCaqKGE/s320/IMAG0178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588780030043802178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He now has his unit crest and badge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvNuyo9lYVo/TY9V0aIZ34I/AAAAAAAAAr0/g97h7uj1Qbg/s1600/IMAG0180.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvNuyo9lYVo/TY9V0aIZ34I/AAAAAAAAAr0/g97h7uj1Qbg/s320/IMAG0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588780021446205314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7457757790214548861?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7457757790214548861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7457757790214548861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7457757790214548861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7457757790214548861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-first-want-to-thank-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3EmV5Ni99wY/TY9V06KOykI/AAAAAAAAAr8/5wjzZCaqKGE/s72-c/IMAG0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2479067343560564862</id><published>2011-02-27T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:57:15.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....a little late</title><content type='html'>Since Adam and I were not together on Valentines day, we decided to celebrate the Saturday after he got home. So last Saturday after I had been to open lab and had been studying for 4-5 hours, Adam came home with these....FLOWERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLcV3P6Irrc/TWrUhQmSWeI/AAAAAAAAArk/khCjphtQBgo/s1600/CIMG3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLcV3P6Irrc/TWrUhQmSWeI/AAAAAAAAArk/khCjphtQBgo/s320/CIMG3116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578504756308105698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had just finished helping our friends move to Spanish Fork from Payson...Man they just missed us so much they had to move to Spanish Fork and be near us...&lt;div&gt;I Love my flowers Adam got me, they are beautiful!! He even got my favorite kind (daisies) After we got ready we decided to head to the movies and we watched Unkown. It was a good movie and didn't turn out the way I though it would, and it was still an okay movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, since we were right by the mall, Adam told me to part and we sent into the sports store there and he had me try on new running shoes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the Nike Free Run, and we even got 15 % off on them....Gotta love military discounts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYR6FeoNxiM/TWrUg8bJAeI/AAAAAAAAArc/Lj8_Jn6rU6E/s1600/CIMG3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYR6FeoNxiM/TWrUg8bJAeI/AAAAAAAAArc/Lj8_Jn6rU6E/s320/CIMG3117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578504750892646882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the most comfortable shoes EVER!!! the little squares on the bottom move with your feet and it doesn't feel like  you even have a shoe on at all. Can't wait to start running now...if I can find a little bit of time in between my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CyDuN45SoU/TWrUgjl6rsI/AAAAAAAAArU/wwsU9eU_Krs/s1600/CIMG3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CyDuN45SoU/TWrUgjl6rsI/AAAAAAAAArU/wwsU9eU_Krs/s320/CIMG3118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578504744226959042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner we wanted to go try Texas Road House, we have been once and it was when we were first dating and it was a horrible experience! But we though we would try anyways. We called and they said it was 90-120min wait for TWO people! Really? I am not going to wait 2 hours just to sit down  and then wait another 1/2 hour for my food. So we went to Ruby River! I got a small sirloin and it was so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our date night, it was really nice since we haven't had a date night in over 7 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Adam and thank you for the shoes, the flowers, dinner and a movie, and for being the best husband EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-2479067343560564862?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2479067343560564862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2479067343560564862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2479067343560564862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2479067343560564862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-late.html' title='....a little late'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLcV3P6Irrc/TWrUhQmSWeI/AAAAAAAAArk/khCjphtQBgo/s72-c/CIMG3116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7466783501217030968</id><published>2011-02-13T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:41:25.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Valentines Day! This will be our third Valentine's Day together for Adam and I, and unfortunately we will not be together. :( But the happy news is that we will be together again on Friday (don't know what time yet though, hopefully we will find out tomorrow). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;JUST FOUND OUT THAT HE IS COMING IN AT 7:20 PM ON FRIDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We will just have an excuse to go out to dinner next Saturday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take a minute to thank my wonderful husband for being my Valentine for Eternity. I love him so Very MUCH! I want to thank him for being the one who loves me for me and for everything I do. He is always telling I can do the things which I don't think I can do....Like anatomy, he is always telling me that I can do it, even though sometimes I don't think I can. He is always there for me, even when he was out on his field exercise I got a letter that he had mailed the week before and it got to me just in time when I needed it most. To read the words, "I love you Crystal!" Him saying those words will never get old, EVER! I love hearing him say it. I remember when we got sealed in the temple our sealer told us to ALWAYS tell each other we love each other. Adam and I tell each other this all the time and we wouldn't have it any other way. I LOVE Adam with all my heart and nothing will ever change that. I truly can't imagine my life with out him in it, with out him my life just isn't complete.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him for everything he does, for the countless hours of sleep he has lost in order to call me at night. On a couple occasions we have stayed up till 2 am talking, which is 3 his time and most of the time after that he has to get up at 7 am on Saturdays and 4:30 am on the weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1UZ394KWS0/TVgUqHApfjI/AAAAAAAAArM/f40XcYUaR9I/s1600/IMAG0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1UZ394KWS0/TVgUqHApfjI/AAAAAAAAArM/f40XcYUaR9I/s320/IMAG0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573227252539817522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam is such a strong person and he makes me want to be a better person. He was brave enough to join the Army and serve his country. He left for training back in July and has been away from me and other family members since then. I know it has been a hard time on him to be away from me and other family members. The time we have spent apart has been hard on me too, but when I was feeling down I could always just turn and call my mom or someone else and cry to them. Adam had no one to turn to when he felt down. When your loved one is feeling down and  you can't be there to hug them, is the worst feeling in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very proud of him! He has done so good during his training and he just got back from his last field exercise on this last Friday and will be graduating on this coming Friday. He passed off all his skills on the first time and has gotten really good scores on his tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEvpP9J_HqI/TVgUpkl2X_I/AAAAAAAAArE/-Y76Y24IAws/s1600/IMAG0015_1291776814925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEvpP9J_HqI/TVgUpkl2X_I/AAAAAAAAArE/-Y76Y24IAws/s320/IMAG0015_1291776814925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573227243300610034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of him because not only will he be graduating as an Army Medic but he will be graduating with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; honors&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I love you Adam and I am so proud to be your wife and to have you as my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for Friday to come and to see his smiling face as he comes out of the gate at the airport. When I see his smile, I can't help but smile back at him. I can't wait for him to hug tight and tell me that he loves him so very much. To have him kiss my forehead as we are hugging is something priceless and is something that I cherish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This journey Adam and I have been on, has made our marriage, and our love for each other grow beyond measure. It has made both of us realize just how much we love each other. You can always know that you love a person and then when you are apart and then see each other again all the love you have for each other seem to grow and you KNOW that YOU LOVE  them so much more than you did before. Just when you think that you can't love them anymore, you get surprised and you love them more than you ever had before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I love you Adam with all my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for being my Valentine, and I can't wait to see you on Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7466783501217030968?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7466783501217030968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7466783501217030968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7466783501217030968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7466783501217030968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1UZ394KWS0/TVgUqHApfjI/AAAAAAAAArM/f40XcYUaR9I/s72-c/IMAG0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4053201512813868063</id><published>2011-02-01T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:50:13.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next 10 Days...</title><content type='html'>The next 10 days are going to be so LOOONG and so HARD. You want to know why? Well it's because I don't get to talk to Adam for 10 more days. I have to wait until next Friday to talk to him or text him or anything. Yesterday they started their two week Field Exercise and they don't get their phones and anything during this time. He called me yesterday morning at 3 AM, luck for me I just happen to wake up, just to tell me that he loves me...How sweet is my man to me. I love him so very much! As if he wasn't sweet enough to call me, when I got home last night from Open Lab there was a letter sitting on my dresser that he wrote to me and it has taken a 4 days to get here. I really did need that letter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is what is happening in my life right now. I can't talk to my sweet husband and I am busy, busy, busy with school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4053201512813868063?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4053201512813868063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4053201512813868063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4053201512813868063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4053201512813868063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/02/next-10-days.html' title='The Next 10 Days...'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7877709676488878394</id><published>2011-01-18T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T06:50:11.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjea9R1XI/AAAAAAAAAqk/---Y5GKCXyo/s1600/CIMG3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjea9R1XI/AAAAAAAAAqk/---Y5GKCXyo/s320/CIMG3066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563532657713862002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my husbands birthday and I so wish I was there to celebrate with him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that is not possible this year. He is at Fort Sam and I am here in Utah. This last year we have been apart for our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year anniversary, my 21st birthday and now his 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.... I love this man with all my heart and I really, honestly don't know what I would do without him in my life. He makes me smile when I am down, and he always knows what to say to make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjfJR_a9I/AAAAAAAAAqs/TdQvBg_fWVc/s1600/bridals-crystal%2BJune%2B%2B28%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjfJR_a9I/AAAAAAAAAqs/TdQvBg_fWVc/s320/bridals-crystal%2BJune%2B%2B28%2B037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563532670148766674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He does so much for me all the time, and most of the time he doesn't even know that he is doing it. He is working so hard to make our life better not only for us, but for our future family also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjdx4CZgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/XgDYrP1iZ6k/s1600/CIMG3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjdx4CZgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/XgDYrP1iZ6k/s320/CIMG3011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563532646686025218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Adam if you are looking at this post, please know that I love you, my love cannot be measured because it continues to grow each and ever day. I love you so much and it kills me not to be with you on your birthday.  You mean the world to me and you are my world! You are my everything! I love you Adam!!! Happy Birthday my Love!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjdYRLfzI/AAAAAAAAAqU/UTBc2CJD9sE/s1600/CIMG3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjdYRLfzI/AAAAAAAAAqU/UTBc2CJD9sE/s320/CIMG3034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563532639812157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; 27...Here are 27 reasons why I love him...and this is just a s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt; part of why I love him...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-He loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-I love his smile, when he smiles I just melt because I can see that he loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-His eyes, I love them so much, with his golden ring around the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-He is such a hard worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-He calls me every night and talks to me for about an hour each night(when we hang up it's like 11 or 12 his time and he has to wake up at 4am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-He is always standing up for his standards. When all the rest of his friends are drinking, he is the one who is babysitting and not drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-He is so kind to everyone, even when they are not so kind to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-He is so cute with kids and kids love him.(He is going to make a great Dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9-He loves to take me shooting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10-He buys me flowers to let me know that he is thinking of me and that he loves me-this has helped a lot since he has been gone. I always seem to get them when I am feeling down and lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11-He is always telling me that I am beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12-He tells me that he LOVES me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13-He asked me to marry him for time and all eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14-He has a great BODY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15-I love to cuddle up on the couch with him, he is so good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16-He is the BEST kisser EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17-Gives the best hugs ever, and always knows when I need one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18-He is always encouraging me to try new things(even when I don't want to sometimes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19-His hair, yes his hair, it is so soft and I love to touch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20-The way he laughs, it truly is a one of a kind laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21-He truly wants to serve his country, to fight for the freedoms that we have in our daily lives that we sometimes don't realize the sacrifice that it takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22-Ever birthday and Christmas he gets me the perfect gift, he never asks what I want, but he is always listening to what I want though out the year so he knows what to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23-He is an awesome cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24-He likes my cooking, especially my cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25-He tells me that I am his Serious, the brightest star in his sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26-I love when he kisses me on the forehead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27-He writes me love letter to let me know that he cares for me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now these are just a few of the reasons WHY I love him. 27 reasons for 27 years that he has been here. I love you Adam!!!&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/7771902756703649158-7877709676488878394?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7877709676488878394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7877709676488878394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7877709676488878394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7877709676488878394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-adam.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM!!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTWjea9R1XI/AAAAAAAAAqk/---Y5GKCXyo/s72-c/CIMG3066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-6012063418765617339</id><published>2011-01-14T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:16:57.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I have not blogged in a while, but I do have a GOOD excuse....I've started yet another semester of school. This Semester I am taking Nutrition (which is not that hard of a class) and I am taking Anatomy. Anatomy has taken over my life, I study every minute I get to. I have a friend who is taking it and we go up to take our lecture class together on Tuesdays from 6-9pm, and we have different lab times. Mine is from 4-6:50pm on Thursdays. Along with having to go up to the school twice a week I go up on Saturdays and go to open lab, were we do our homework and pass off our oral quizzes (one, out of our 3 quizzes we have each week).  All I can say is that I am happy that I am only taking one other class along with this, and working. I don't know how people take a full schedule and have Anatomy and pass it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my lovely Books. The one on top is the Lab book and it's about 3inchs thick and was $88.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTBYgAiIZWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tLmT8cnGDBo/s1600/CIMG3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTBYgAiIZWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tLmT8cnGDBo/s320/CIMG3108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562042846724777314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My books yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTBYf5Sqx0I/AAAAAAAAAqA/D0I25f5Cgac/s1600/CIMG3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTBYf5Sqx0I/AAAAAAAAAqA/D0I25f5Cgac/s320/CIMG3107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562042844780873538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do like this class, and it's fun to learn all this new stuff, it's just a LOT of information to memorize and remember. We learned the bones of the superior limbs (aka-your arms), and we have to know all the landmarks and spell the correctly. I think that the humerus has the most so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now you know what it going on in my life and why I am so busy and can't blog. Oh, and Adam only have 5 weeks left!! 2 weeks of training in classroom and the 2 weeks of going to Camp Bullis and then they have a week to do paperwork and such before they come HOME!!! Can't wait to have him home, maybe he can help me with my Anatomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-6012063418765617339?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/6012063418765617339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=6012063418765617339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6012063418765617339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6012063418765617339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TTBYgAiIZWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tLmT8cnGDBo/s72-c/CIMG3108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8392219170893978701</id><published>2011-01-02T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:45:51.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most Wonderful TWO weeks!</title><content type='html'>I know that I have not blogged in over two weeks, but I do have a great excuse...Adam got to come home for Christmas on the 17th and so I have been spending 24/7 with him until today. Today I had to take him up to the airport at 5 in the morning, very early and very cold.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is us on the 17th when Adam got off the plane and into my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so handsome, I LOVE HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEkuwyaPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SI-6DxqoLwA/s1600/CIMG3100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEkuwyaPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SI-6DxqoLwA/s320/CIMG3100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658075482188018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two weeks we had together went by way too fast. We were kept busy with Christmas, playing the wii at his parent's house, and my brother's wedding. I am so grateful that Adam was able to come home for Christmas, it really was the best gift I could ask for! The first day Adam got back he froze, he had a hoodie, coat and a beanie on and he still was cold. By the next day he was starting to get use to the cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when I took Adam up to the airport it was crazy busy and it was only 6 am when we got there. Lucky for me I was able to get a gate pass and I got to be with Adam up till the time that he had to go on the plane. So instead of having to see him off at the security check point I got to spend an extra 1.5 hours with him. When he had to go on the plane  I cried a LOT! There was another girl that was saying goodbye to her loved one in the military and she cried a lot too. I can't wait for the next 6 weeks and 5 days to go by when I get to see my Adam again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of our puppies that are going way fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEkN_jpiI/AAAAAAAAApw/hMo7RqyX7Qc/s1600/CIMG3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEkN_jpiI/AAAAAAAAApw/hMo7RqyX7Qc/s320/CIMG3103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658066685765154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEj6QU4cI/AAAAAAAAApo/oXSHSzgP_Rw/s1600/CIMG3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEj6QU4cI/AAAAAAAAApo/oXSHSzgP_Rw/s320/CIMG3101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658061387391426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam holding our puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEjXuv5FI/AAAAAAAAApg/Ce_q3d_dygs/s1600/CIMG3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEjXuv5FI/AAAAAAAAApg/Ce_q3d_dygs/s320/CIMG3105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557658052119749714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8392219170893978701?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8392219170893978701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8392219170893978701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8392219170893978701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8392219170893978701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2011/01/most-wonderful-two-weeks.html' title='The most Wonderful TWO weeks!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TSDEkuwyaPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SI-6DxqoLwA/s72-c/CIMG3100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7623818851292136452</id><published>2010-12-16T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:32:04.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Medic Man</title><content type='html'>Adam sent me these pictures the other day and I thought I would share them with you.&lt;div&gt;Now that he is in the Wiskey training he has to wear full body armor and everything during his training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of him with everything except his helmet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQoiIBVa_ZI/AAAAAAAAApI/O2Hy85KyQdY/s1600/PC070007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQoiIBVa_ZI/AAAAAAAAApI/O2Hy85KyQdY/s320/PC070007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287011880140178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is with everything on. His backpack alone is 30lbs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQoiH_0WQqI/AAAAAAAAApA/xyLZGRzIeYM/s1600/IMAG0015_1291776814925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQoiH_0WQqI/AAAAAAAAApA/xyLZGRzIeYM/s320/IMAG0015_1291776814925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287011472982690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this man so much, he is my medic man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so lucky today, he gets to do IVs! I am so jealous because I want to learn to do them soooo BAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only 1 Day and 5.5 hours left!!!&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/7771902756703649158-7623818851292136452?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7623818851292136452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7623818851292136452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7623818851292136452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7623818851292136452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-medic-man.html' title='My Medic Man'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQoiIBVa_ZI/AAAAAAAAApI/O2Hy85KyQdY/s72-c/PC070007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8719273163088589865</id><published>2010-12-13T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:55:25.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies!!</title><content type='html'>It seems as though Daisy looks as though she is going to pop out puppies anytime....Well yesterday after church I went outside to check on her and she came out of her house and was skinny again. Well she had her puppies, all 8 of them. They are so cute! We are pretty sure who the dad is so that would make the puppies Australian Kelpie/shepherd cross mixed with a blue heeler/border collie cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQYsbwQHyvI/AAAAAAAAAow/pUUSUKnVD4Q/s1600/CIMG3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQYsbwQHyvI/AAAAAAAAAow/pUUSUKnVD4Q/s320/CIMG3090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550172446101326578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is such a good mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQYsbVkNnTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WRTGcFTbjio/s1600/CIMG3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQYsbVkNnTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WRTGcFTbjio/s320/CIMG3089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550172438937836850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if anyone wants a puppy let me know, we will be starting to sell them in about 8 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another thing I did this week was my scrapbook page for my Dixon side. Every year everyone makes a scrap book page and that is our present to everyone on that side. We all have cool scrapbooks now. I love my page, it turned out so good this year. This year we have to have 17 copies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQYtF9OQVEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/MrRbe38muRY/s1600/IMAG0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQYtF9OQVEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/MrRbe38muRY/s320/IMAG0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550173171137664066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ONLY 4 DAYS TO GO!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ADAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8719273163088589865?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8719273163088589865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8719273163088589865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8719273163088589865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8719273163088589865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/12/puppies.html' title='Puppies!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TQYsbwQHyvI/AAAAAAAAAow/pUUSUKnVD4Q/s72-c/CIMG3090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3309781756662904800</id><published>2010-12-05T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:23:31.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insulation and Diaper Cake</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned before in past posts, we are finishing the attic in my brother in laws house so we can live up there. It is taking a lot longer than we thought it would, but we finally got to the point were we got to have the insulation put in! Now we are just waiting for the guy to come do the drywall. He was suppose to come last Monday then it was Wednesday and then it was Friday and he never came. So I really hope he gets it done before Adam comes home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI43DwQ8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2HL65HMdsd0/s1600/CIMG3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI43DwQ8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2HL65HMdsd0/s320/CIMG3085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547248245214823362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday one of my friends from high school had her baby shower. She is having a girl and is due on Jan. 16. She is so cute and tiny. At almost every baby shower I go to I make a diaper cake. I love making them, they are so fun and easy to make.  Here is her diaper cake, which she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI6QHDPjI/AAAAAAAAAog/YHK_HIfCjeY/s1600/CIMG3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI6QHDPjI/AAAAAAAAAog/YHK_HIfCjeY/s1600/CIMG3086.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI6QHDPjI/AAAAAAAAAog/YHK_HIfCjeY/s320/CIMG3086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547248269119405618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you can't see it very well but I make her six bows and my mom made me the headbands so that she can clip the bows onto them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI5oVgqmI/AAAAAAAAAoY/K7X7uPeGhwk/s1600/CIMG3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI5oVgqmI/AAAAAAAAAoY/K7X7uPeGhwk/s320/CIMG3087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547248258442635874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cute outfit I got her, my friends twin sister got her this same outfit but in purple and its for a 9m instead of 6m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3309781756662904800?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3309781756662904800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3309781756662904800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3309781756662904800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3309781756662904800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/12/insulation-and-diaper-cake.html' title='Insulation and Diaper Cake'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPvI43DwQ8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2HL65HMdsd0/s72-c/CIMG3085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4865722579975489821</id><published>2010-11-30T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:34:23.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in TEXAS!</title><content type='html'>For Thanksgiving this year I flew down to Texas so I could spend 4 DAYS with Adam! It was the best weekend EVER! Getting to spend the 4 days with him and only him and not having to share him with anyone else was the best thing I could ever ask for.&lt;div&gt;I flew out on Wednesday after our "BIG" snow storm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; not really much of a storm. Adam got to call me before I flew because he had just gotten released early due to the fact that they took their national EMT test. Adam passed of course, and I am very proud of him. He is doing so well and I love him with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I left Utah it was 17 degree and then when I got to San Antonio at 11pm it was 70 degrees! I love it, it was so nice not to be freezing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before I go on I need to tell you just how much I HATE driving in places I don't know and San Antonio is pretty big and it was dark when I got there which makes it even harder to find the places you need to find. Lets just say I got lost trying to find my hotel, I missed my exit and got off at the next one then I went back and got off on the wrong one again and to say the least I was freaking out. I think Adam was freaking out more so because he was waiting for me to call him when I got to the hotel and I didn't text him saying I got lost because my phone was about to die. After much driving I finally made it to the hotel, and was able to call Adam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, Thanksgiving I waited and waited by my phone to go off with a text message so that I could go pick up Adam after he was released for the day. I had to wait till 11:30AM! It seemed to last forever, most likely because I just couldn't wait any longer to see him. It was so nice to finally hug and kiss him once more, and yes I did start to cry. Adam was even more excited when we got into the car and I handed him a container full of his favorite chocolate chip cookies that I make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that day we decided to walk to the Alamo, and the walk which we thought would only take like 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; took us 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ALAMO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOygm93hI/AAAAAAAAAn4/JISQ1b6C0_k/s1600/CIMG3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOygm93hI/AAAAAAAAAn4/JISQ1b6C0_k/s320/CIMG3059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545495514574609938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam in front of the Alamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOyK94dHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Byp7C3D6SWc/s1600/CIMG3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOyK94dHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Byp7C3D6SWc/s320/CIMG3061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545495508765144178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're not allowed to take pictures of the inside so I don't have any of those, but it is really cool and I'm so happy we went. We were told that the whole battle where everyone died only lasted 30-90 minutes before it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me at the back side of the Alamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOxh9_F8I/AAAAAAAAAno/JoJVpGvz_Fg/s1600/CIMG3062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOxh9_F8I/AAAAAAAAAno/JoJVpGvz_Fg/s320/CIMG3062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545495497759725506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At a really cool fountain at the Alamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOxLkj0WI/AAAAAAAAAng/07b6fdOFnwE/s1600/CIMG3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOxLkj0WI/AAAAAAAAAng/07b6fdOFnwE/s320/CIMG3063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545495491747500386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam took this cool picture of me at the Alamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOwrWSYUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/wRcngO2rZLI/s1600/CIMG3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOwrWSYUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/wRcngO2rZLI/s320/CIMG3064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545495483097702722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we went to the Alamo we decided it was hot and we wanted some ice cream. It was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN_K4NdoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Bv09sppjc5k/s1600/CIMG3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN_K4NdoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Bv09sppjc5k/s320/CIMG3065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545494632568026754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband is the greatest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN-_ep3RI/AAAAAAAAAnI/xNXClvyZr-c/s1600/CIMG3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN-_ep3RI/AAAAAAAAAnI/xNXClvyZr-c/s320/CIMG3066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545494629508046098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner we decided that we wanted to go eat on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt;. A lot of the restaurants had a traditional Thanksgiving meal that you could buy but we decided to get hamburgers instead and they were pretty good. We also got chips and cheese which was my favorite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Adam while we ate dinner right by the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN-ZI_amI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UbqVRMalUuY/s1600/CIMG3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN-ZI_amI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UbqVRMalUuY/s320/CIMG3068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545494619216636514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;riverwalk&lt;/span&gt; is so pretty, it reminds of Venice, Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN-EMogGI/AAAAAAAAAm4/r-h_li3km_g/s1600/CIMG3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN-EMogGI/AAAAAAAAAm4/r-h_li3km_g/s320/CIMG3071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545494613594767458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is so weird to see Christmas decorations up with no snow around. While we were there we saw lots of tour boats going up and down the river. One day when and if we ever go back to San Antonio we want to do dinner on the river. They do a really nice dinner for you on the boats, it looks really cool and hopefully one day we'll be able to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday we didn't do much besides just spending time with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday we went to see the Towers of America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN9fZ3vfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/UyQIFretrt4/s1600/CIMG3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWN9fZ3vfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/UyQIFretrt4/s320/CIMG3073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545494603718180338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMyUIHybI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vai7pDZpTNw/s1600/CIMG3076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMyUIHybI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vai7pDZpTNw/s320/CIMG3076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545493312200755634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam and the Tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMx40sV9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/kwcW6NqbBMk/s1600/CIMG3079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMx40sV9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/kwcW6NqbBMk/s320/CIMG3079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545493304871507922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me and the Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMxarB8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/fASLnkdskS0/s1600/CIMG3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMxarB8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/fASLnkdskS0/s320/CIMG3081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545493296777916610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really cool to go up the glass elevator and you get to see the whole city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMw2B42oI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SEvr7oMwu20/s1600/CIMG3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMw2B42oI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SEvr7oMwu20/s320/CIMG3082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545493286941678210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Adam and all his funny faces that he makes. Makes me laugh all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMwtD9YrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p55u_jHaun8/s1600/CIMG3083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWMwtD9YrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p55u_jHaun8/s320/CIMG3083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545493284534444722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we went to the Towers of America we went and walk around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt; again and we ran into some buddies of Adam's that we gave a ride to earlier in the day and we went and had dinner at a Mexican restaurant. It got really cold this night it got down to like 60 or so and we were cold so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mcdonald's&lt;/span&gt; and got some Hot Chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday which was our last day together we mostly just sat around at the hotel and watch a movie and ate popcorn. Neither of us have had popcorn in a long time. The hardest part about Sunday was driving him back to base one last time and hugging him goodbye. I didn't want to stop hugging him at all. I had to have him back early on Sunday compared to the other days. Sunday he had to be back at 9 instead of the normal 10'0 clock time. Next time if I ever do go down to San Antonio again I want to get a hotel on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt; if I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I only have to wait 17 DAYS till I pick him up front the airport for Christmas break. In between that I just need to get through my 2 tests and 2 finals.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4865722579975489821?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4865722579975489821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4865722579975489821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4865722579975489821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4865722579975489821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-in-texas.html' title='Thanksgiving in TEXAS!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TPWOygm93hI/AAAAAAAAAn4/JISQ1b6C0_k/s72-c/CIMG3059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1443640567260843407</id><published>2010-11-19T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T06:18:00.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>So I have already knew a LONG time ago that I have the most perfect husband! At least he is perfect for me and ONLY me. Being away from him is really hard and I would never wish it upon anyone else. Having Adam in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AIT&lt;/span&gt; is a lot better than Basic in the sense that we get to talk every night thus far. It helps so much to hear his voice tell me that he loves me. It has helped a lot when I have had a bad day and that night I get to talk to him. He always knows what to say to make everything better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today at work I got the most beautiful surprise ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TOdbDNMzepI/AAAAAAAAAmA/86Ony82TwRI/s1600/CIMG3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TOdbDNMzepI/AAAAAAAAAmA/86Ony82TwRI/s320/CIMG3052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541497977143786130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture just doesn't do it's job right, they are so much more beautiful in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was kind of funny because I was going back to work after lunch and one of the girls I work with asked if I got flowers. I was like, "I don't know, did I?" She told me that there were flowers sitting on my desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE getting flowers from Adam!! He is so sweet to me all the time. He knows exactly how to make me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the note he had written with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TOdbCpHXLhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Lyyi4pxQx7Y/s1600/CIMG3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TOdbCpHXLhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Lyyi4pxQx7Y/s320/CIMG3056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541497967457283602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work everyone kept telling me how beautiful they are. One of the ladies I work with told me how beautiful they were and then asked if they were from my husband and I said yes. She asked me why he sent them, and I said, "Just because and because he misses me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Next week to get here. It can't get here fast enough. Adam is always saying way cute things to me. As I write this he sent me a text that said, " You're eyes are more beautiful than they stars in the sky"&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! I love you so much Adam! I know that he'll be reading this some time, and I want him to know that I love him with all my heart and that I am so very proud of him! I really am proud of him. I am so very lucky to have you as my husband!&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/7771902756703649158-1443640567260843407?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1443640567260843407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1443640567260843407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1443640567260843407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1443640567260843407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TOdbDNMzepI/AAAAAAAAAmA/86Ony82TwRI/s72-c/CIMG3052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8764738746565792269</id><published>2010-11-10T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:37:38.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very, VERY sad story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TNsqmJS1C-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/v9EnKaBi7DQ/s1600/CIMG3017.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TNsqmJS1C-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/v9EnKaBi7DQ/s320/CIMG3017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538067001600445410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this picture of Adam and I was taken on Family day for his graduation. I remember being so excited to see him and he was so excited to see me....Now to the sad story, don't worry it's not about me and Adam....Last night Adam and I were talking and he told me that he almost cried that day. I asked why and this is what he told me. He told me that he was talking to a girl who is in his company, he has seen her before but has not talked to her very much before. Any way they got to part of their conversation and she told Adam that she was going through a devorce at the moment because he husband had cheated on her. Adam thought that this girl looked no more than 18 years old, turns out that she is 21 and she dropped out of high school at 17 to get married. Adam then asked her how she found out about him cheating on her, are you ready to hear how she found out....she got a TEXT message from her husband!! I could not believe it, a TEXT message. The even worse part is that she found out on Family Day when she went and got her phone back. She opened it and she had a text from her husband saying that he was not going to be at Family Day or Graduation because he had moved to Dallas with his new girlfriend. When Adam told me this my heart just dropped for her, how could anyone do that to someone like that. She has been married for 4 years and she said that they were the happiest couple in the world and this was just out of the blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even being to think of how that would feel. I think back to family day for Adam and I and how happy I was to finally see him and how I couldn't wait to see him. Then you have this girl who was looking forward to family day so that she could see her husband and he wasn't there. Then to go to your phone and get a text telling her that her husband had cheated on her and had moved with his NEW girlfriend. I wanted to cry for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8764738746565792269?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8764738746565792269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8764738746565792269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8764738746565792269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8764738746565792269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-very-sad-story.html' title='A Very, VERY sad story...'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TNsqmJS1C-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/v9EnKaBi7DQ/s72-c/CIMG3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7904034970623777681</id><published>2010-11-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:00:18.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>The Holiday season is coming in a matter of weeks! I am so excited for this time of year for the fact that I get to see my family a lot more. In just a matter of weeks it'll be Thanksgiving, but before Thanksgiving I have a bridal shower to plan an carry out. My mom and I are throwing my sister in law to be a bridal shower on the 20th of November. Then the next Wednesday I leave for Texas for Christmas. When I get back I have to study hard for my finals which as the week of the 14th of December. Then on the 17th....My wonderful husband Adam comes home for his 2 week break for Christmas!!!! I really can't wait for that day to come. Since we will be in the Christmas season by then we will have many family gatherings to go to, not to mention my brother is getting married on December 29th!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that a little update on the little world of ours that is only getting busier! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7904034970623777681?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7904034970623777681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7904034970623777681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7904034970623777681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7904034970623777681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays.html' title='The Holidays!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3558454056294737068</id><published>2010-10-20T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T06:57:35.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey+Texas=?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What does a turkey.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;....and the state of Texas have in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I tell you what they have in common...They have &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; in common.! -or at least they will at Thanksgiving- That's right I will be in Texas during Thanksgiving. I just bought my ticket today! I'm so super excited to go down. I get to see Adam for 4 days and have him ALL to myself!  I am sad though because this will be the FIRST year that I have not been to Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I know I will have Adam but I will not be with my extended family. All that is left to do is get my hotel reserved, so if you know of any good deals let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On another note...it seems every time I have a test in class I have one the next day in my other class. So this past week has been packed with studying for my Chemistry test(which I took yesterday) and my math test(which is in one hour!) Wish me luck. I hate not knowing what I got on my Chem test but I should know later tonight if not then I'll find out tomorrow night in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adam is loving Texas a whole lot more than Georgia. He is studying his butt off every night. They have 1-2 tests every week. He took his first one yesterday and miss 1 question so he got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;98%  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;on the test! I'm so proud of him. His next test is tomorrow and it covers 50 pages from his text book. He is a little nervous so extra prayers are in order.:) Right now he is doing his EMT training and he will take his Final national exam on November 24, 2010 which is the day before I get to see him for Thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well that is our quick little update on our little family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3558454056294737068?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3558454056294737068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3558454056294737068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3558454056294737068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3558454056294737068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/10/turkeytexas.html' title='Turkey+Texas=?'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1181934684882237216</id><published>2010-10-09T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:15:39.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always harder the second time.</title><content type='html'>This past week I got to go down to Georgia and see Adam graduate from Basic Training!&lt;div&gt;Can I tell you just how much I hate Georgia, I love trees and all, but Georgia has TOO many! You can't see where you are going because of all the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD30PRq1cI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jJa_IlnxyK8/s1600/CIMG3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD30PRq1cI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jJa_IlnxyK8/s320/CIMG3011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526189219609499074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time seeing each other after 10 WEEKS! We hugged a lot before we took this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3z3dcGTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/8eWGwFHBl78/s1600/CIMG3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3z3dcGTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/8eWGwFHBl78/s320/CIMG3013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526189213216414002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Adam, Chunk, Marilee, J. Lynn at the Navel museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone thought that Adam was a big boy and then you put him next to chunk and Adam looks like a little boy. He really does look smaller now. Back in February when Adam started to lose weight, his weight was 240 lbs and his waist measured at 42 inch. Now his weight is 214 lbs and his waist is at 36 inch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD4tI07k0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Wg5KeFW_6wI/s1600/CIMG3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD4tI07k0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Wg5KeFW_6wI/s1600/CIMG3014.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD4tI07k0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Wg5KeFW_6wI/s320/CIMG3014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526190197130892098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Adam and my mom at the Navel museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3zfbUyuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/AAH6WMR2a0U/s1600/CIMG3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3zfbUyuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/AAH6WMR2a0U/s320/CIMG3019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526189206765095650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam and me... Doesn't he look good in a uniform!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is right before I had to say good night the first night after seeing him and boy was it hard to walk away. We got to be together from 9:45a.m. to 8:00p.m., not enough time by far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3zDi5NKI/AAAAAAAAAko/uK4qW9elS8s/s1600/CIMG3021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3zDi5NKI/AAAAAAAAAko/uK4qW9elS8s/s320/CIMG3021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526189199280649378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so in Love with each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3y-3OYeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PdfAoqjAVzI/s1600/CIMG3022.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3y-3OYeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PdfAoqjAVzI/s320/CIMG3022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526189198023746018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduations Day! My Mom and I got there at 8:15am to make sure we got good seats. I was freezing cold and we had to wait there for 1 hour and 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. We did get to sit on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3BDkVk9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/RRsFJH9oJKk/s1600/CIMG3024_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3BDkVk9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/RRsFJH9oJKk/s320/CIMG3024_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526188340293243858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see Adam, he is the one facing left. Since he is "Big boy" -meaning the tallest squad leaders he go to run up and mark the spot in which they had to march to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3BEUe93I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WDCL9ft5IHU/s1600/CIMG3027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3BEUe93I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WDCL9ft5IHU/s320/CIMG3027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526188340495185778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is Adam again, front and center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3AbDSq2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/iaP43LeCbJ4/s1600/CIMG3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3AbDSq2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/iaP43LeCbJ4/s320/CIMG3025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526188329417223010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam in formation. He is the first on the front row to your left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam was VERY tired because he had only gotten 2 hours of sleep the night before. They had to stay up late to clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3ALhGz8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/bMB2bqfLov8/s1600/CIMG3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD3ALhGz8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/bMB2bqfLov8/s320/CIMG3035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526188325247307714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and him right before I had to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Thursday Adam didn't have to be back till 8:30p.m. I was so excited to spend a little more time with him. He ate a TON of junk food. We went to all the places he loves. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IHop&lt;/span&gt; for dinner one night of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I went to drop him we got there at 8:13 so we would have time to say our goodbyes till Thanksgiving. Well as soon as we got there they said that they had two minutes until they needed to be in formation. WHAT? It sucked so bad I had to say a quick goodbye and started to cry right after. Adam later told me that some of the people watching us say goodbye said that they wanted to cry just watching us say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adam was going to be leaving to Texas on Saturday, but Friday morning we found out that he was going to be leaving Friday at 7:30p.m. So my mom and I left early for the airport since our flight was to leave at 4:06p.m. I was so happy that Adam and I got to spend more time with each other. Right when I was suppose to be boarding they announced that our flight was going to be delayed. It ended up being a 2 hour delay. I was so Happy, for once in my life I was happy that my flight was delayed. We got to spend a total of 7 hours together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD2_6V90pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/d9qb_mr6XZM/s1600/CIMG3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD2_6V90pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/d9qb_mr6XZM/s320/CIMG3039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526188320637178514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us together at the airport. I love this man so very much. It was so much harder to say goodbye the second time around. When he had to leave to catch his flight, it was really hard to say goodbye the second time around than the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud to be his wife and his eternal companion. I'm so proud of everything that he is doing to better our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ADAM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only 18 weeks to go till you are home again!!!!&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/7771902756703649158-1181934684882237216?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1181934684882237216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1181934684882237216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1181934684882237216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1181934684882237216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-always-harder-second-time.html' title='It&apos;s always harder the second time.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TLD30PRq1cI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jJa_IlnxyK8/s72-c/CIMG3011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8279277058728008067</id><published>2010-10-05T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:42:06.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy tales Do come TRUE!</title><content type='html'>Every girl grows up watching the princess stories, from Cinderella to the Little Mermaid. We wish and hope for our own fair tale ending when we grow up, to say that we lived happily every after. Well, Fairy Tales do come true. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to find my perfect prince charming, I didn't think that he would ever find me or that I would ever find him. Well he found me and we have fallen deeply in love with each other and our loves grows more and more every day. I did get my fairy tale ending, I got a beautiful dress fit for a princess, and I got to get married in a beautiful castle(temple). The best part is that I know we will live Happily Ever After FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TKs2pIkuwDI/AAAAAAAAAjw/7AnE0E269HU/s1600/bridals-crystal+June++28+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TKs2pIkuwDI/AAAAAAAAAjw/7AnE0E269HU/s320/bridals-crystal+June++28+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524569448204124210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a friend once that sent me this quote: "Find a guy that call you beautiful instead of hot. Who call you back when you hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the on who is constantly reminding you how much he cares about you and how luck he is."&lt;br /&gt;Adam is truly my Prince in shining armor. He is the one who makes all my dreams come true, he is the once who calls me beautiful instead of hot. I don't like it when people say, "you're hot!" I would much rather be called beautiful. Adam is always telling me that he is so so lucky to have me in his life. What he doesn't realize is just how lucky I am for having him by my side with every step I take. He means the world to me!&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful that I get the opportunity to go to Georgia and see him this week!  Being away from some you deeply love and care about for 10 weeks is a hard thing to do. It has been a long journey to where we are now, but I know the trials that we are going though are just to better ourselves and to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please always wait for that special  someone. Never settle for anything less, find your prince charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8279277058728008067?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8279277058728008067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8279277058728008067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8279277058728008067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8279277058728008067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/10/fairy-tales-do-come-true.html' title='Fairy tales Do come TRUE!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TKs2pIkuwDI/AAAAAAAAAjw/7AnE0E269HU/s72-c/bridals-crystal+June++28+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2590495760143473188</id><published>2010-10-03T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:43:09.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly Wonderful!</title><content type='html'>So this week so far as been amazingly wonderful! First I got to listen to Conference! I love conference time. I spent the weekend with my family, eating breakfast cake, cinnamon rolls, the secret Cheese sticks. You want to know the best part of this week....I started packing for GEORGIA!!! I made Adam's cookies that he wanted(which I haven't made since before Adam started his diet in Feb.), and my suitcase is just about packed.  :) Only One more day of work left, and math class, and sleepless night ahead.&lt;div&gt;You want to the best-est PART of the WHOLE WEEEK?......I bet you can guess it......I get to see ADAM!!!! After being away for like 10 weeks, I can't begin to tell you just how happy I am to be going to Georgia finally. Everyone pray that my flight goes according to plan and that nothing gets delayed or cancelled. That would be terrible. &lt;div&gt;Normally on Sundays I get a call from Adam, but today he didn't get to call. I don't think that anyone got to call home today. I am holding out hope for tomorrow! If not then I know that I'll get to hug him on Wednesday!!!! I can't tell you how HAPPY I am! I don't think I can contain myself tomorrow at work. I am so happy this week is finally here!&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/7771902756703649158-2590495760143473188?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2590495760143473188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2590495760143473188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2590495760143473188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2590495760143473188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazingly-wonderful.html' title='Amazingly Wonderful!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1232808399134019760</id><published>2010-09-27T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:02:38.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing after another...I should be thankful</title><content type='html'>Well it seems when something goes wrong it always has one thing right after another happen. First as you know my mac drive died about a week ago. Then last Monday the mac guy calls me and tells me that they can't get anything off my drive and that it is Dead, DEAD! Well that's just great. I only had over $300.00 worth of music and my PRICELESS photos on there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes Tuesday(September 21) and I go out to my car to start it, so I could go to work...and it doesn't start, all that happens is this clicking sound and my dash lights are flashing super fast. hahah are you kiddy me. This cannot be happening to me. I need to be to work and I have a test in my chemistry class! Lucky for me my sister in law was home and she didn't have anywhere to be till that night. So I took her car since I only work half day. After I get home my Mom comes over and jump starts my car and I head to checker to have them check the battery, and they said it was good. My starter is working and the alternator is charging the battery like it is suppose to. So I continue on with my day and go to class, take my test, which I got a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;94% on!!! HECK YA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My car started just fine when I left school too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then Wednesday comes around...On Wednesdays I have to be to work earlier because I work the front office. So I get in my car to leave and it doesn't work AGAIN! Lucky for me I called my Mother in law and she had just left for work so she turned around and came and got me. Thank you Marilee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So say the least nothing was going right. I ended up getting a new battery for my car, but didn't go get it till the weekend so I had a lot of jump starts. My Mom's friend did let me barrow her battery jump pack so that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This week...So far so good...Although I don't know what I got on my math test I took today. I really would like to know if I did good or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On the exciting news...Adam got to call me yesterday and we got to talk for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;20mins!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every time we talk it only seems like 5 mins. It makes me sad when I start to hear all the yelling in the back ground for them to get their phones back. I am really happy every time I get to talk to him. It is so wonderful to hear his voice and know that he is doing good. To tell him I love him and support him in everything he is doing. Tomorrow will mark our 1 week mark till I get to leave! Sad part about that is that I only get to see him for two days and then we have another 4 months away from each other. We have not seem each other for 2 months now. Petty much it sucks to be away from your one true love and soul mate. I watched the movie, "Letters to Juliet" I love the song at the end called, "What if" my favorite part is, "...what if we were made for each other, born to become best friends and lovers..." That is exactly how Adam and I are, I know we were made for each other and we are definitely best friends for life and all eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Update about the mac drive...Even though I was not able to have anything recovered I was able to get all my pictures back. My mom had all the ones from before I got married, along with engagements and bridal. I have my wedding pictures on a CD and everything else is still on my camera. I learned my lesson and went a bought a external hard drive on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay about the thankful part of this post. I know Heavenly Father gives us trials to makes us learn and grow in life. I guess I needed some learning and some growing to do. I am the type of person that when things like this happen I freak out and start crying. Well during everything that has happened I have always left that everything would turn out for the better. I know Heavenly Father really cares about me and loves me. He has comforted me since Adam has been gone. He comforts me with Adam's love all around me. I am very thankful for everything that Heavenly Father does for me. I know as long as I am faithful and do as I am suppose to do, everything will fall into place when it is suppose to.&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/7771902756703649158-1232808399134019760?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1232808399134019760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1232808399134019760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1232808399134019760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1232808399134019760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-thing-after-anotheri-should-be.html' title='One thing after another...I should be thankful'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1910106022897100716</id><published>2010-09-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:44:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learned the hard way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJYpve_W_ZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QymBCOSYigQ/s1600/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518644289138523538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJYpve_W_ZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QymBCOSYigQ/s320/mac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apple image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kind of a sad day in the fact my Mac is in the Shop. :( I have had it for almost 3 years and have never had any troubles with it. Well yesterday I was blogging and checking for updates on Facebook. I was seeing if Adam's drill sergeants had put any photos up yet. Then my computer froze and I tried to do the force quit and it wasn't working. So I restarted the computer by pushing the on button like i've been told to do. Well when it came back up a folder with a question mark. I quickly googled it and most people said that, that meant that you hard drive has gone bad. I wanted to scream! I quickly found my care package I bought to see how long it is covered for...and its good til 10/02/10, how lucky can you get! Before I took it up to the apple store I decided I should try doing the trouble shooting first....Nothing...except I got the folder to go away but nothing was loading up, all I had was a blank screen. So then I go up to the apple store and tell them my story and he tells me it's most likely my hard drive. Please don't tell me that. He asked if I had backed up any of my files. I said no, but really I was planning on buying a back up storage thing that day and back up my pictures and music. Too late! Since I have the apple care though it pays for a new hard drive! The only the only thing it doesn't cover is data recovery. I have to pay $150.00 IF they can recover anything. Let's hope so. I have all my pictures on there. My engagments, Wedding, and all the pictures since we have been married. 2 years worth of pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I learned my lesson....Always back up your photos, because photos are priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and I am really thankful that I got the extended care package so I don't have to pay for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and two weeks ago I got my first EVER ticket. I got pulled over, I wasn't even speeding but got pulled over all the same. My registration was expired and he gave me a ticket. If I got it all registered within 5-14 days then some of my fine would be taken off. The reason I had not gotten it done yet was because I needed to buy tires, and they are not cheap!  But I did it anyway and I got ten dollars taken off my ticket. It cost me 30.00 bucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1910106022897100716?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1910106022897100716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1910106022897100716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1910106022897100716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1910106022897100716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/09/lesson-learned-hard-way.html' title='Lesson learned the hard way!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJYpve_W_ZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QymBCOSYigQ/s72-c/mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-483805357193910737</id><published>2010-09-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T08:04:24.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Days left!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how I feel inside right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJTr_W4qLfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1mYmmBKZ07k/s1600/girl"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518294917143211506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJTr_W4qLfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1mYmmBKZ07k/s320/girl" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;google image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:medium;" &gt;Excited like a little girl at Christmas. I am counting down the days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Reason being....Because in 17 days I will be getting on one of these....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJTr-5vsMzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SSn31p_1S-w/s1600/airplane"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518294909320966962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJTr-5vsMzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SSn31p_1S-w/s320/airplane" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;google image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and flying to GEORGIA fo Adam's graduation!!! When Adam and I see each other it will be the first time in 10ish weeks! Believe me it's a long time to be away from your loved one!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-483805357193910737?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/483805357193910737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=483805357193910737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/483805357193910737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/483805357193910737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/09/17-days-left.html' title='17 Days left!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJTr_W4qLfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1mYmmBKZ07k/s72-c/girl' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-507264900187935456</id><published>2010-09-16T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:30:05.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE have a DOOR!</title><content type='html'>We finally have a DOOR!!! This past weekend Jon(my brother in law) put the door into our attic apartment. That means we are one step closer to being done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJKLTjd-dbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gBrLcVH4oa0/s1600/CIMG3004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJKLTjd-dbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gBrLcVH4oa0/s320/CIMG3004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517625661537023410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that the door is in we have one more window to put in and then we have a little electrical to do. After that I can have the insulation put in. Then come the drywall. I'm hoping it'll go by a little faster once we get the insulation put in and start on the drywall. The only thing right now is you can't actually go out the door...unless you enjoy falling. We are not going to be able to put the stairs and stuff in til the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is were our shower is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJKLS0THYxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7_5qTm7YegQ/s1600/CIMG3005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJKLS0THYxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7_5qTm7YegQ/s320/CIMG3005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517625648875004690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there is our little update on our attic turning into an apartment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-507264900187935456?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/507264900187935456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=507264900187935456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/507264900187935456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/507264900187935456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-have-door.html' title='WE have a DOOR!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TJKLTjd-dbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gBrLcVH4oa0/s72-c/CIMG3004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-6184750788239380375</id><published>2010-09-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:14:20.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things</title><content type='html'>This weekend started out not so much in a good way. Friday night I had an emotional time in which I could not stop crying for some reason. Okay I know that reason, but do not want to share it with everyone because it is personal. I really wished at that moment that I could just call up Adam and talk to him, but unfortunately I can't. They only time I get to talk to Adam is when he calls me and I never know how long I'll get to talk to him. Well according to Adam's head Drill Sergeant once they hit white phase, which they have been in for three weeks now, they would get their phones every Sunday. Adam has yet to get the chance to call on Sunday. I talked to him on a Tuesday and then two week later I talked to him on a Monday. So Yesterday I was praying really hard that they would get to call, because I was having a not so good weekend and needed to hear his voice Really bad....and what do you know....HE CALLED!!! I got to talk to him for 15 mins, which is the longest I have ever talked to him. It would have been longer but his phone takes 10 mins to load. So if anyone has an old T-mobile phone that still works and is willing to let Adam use it, please let me know. Thanks! Anyway those 15mins were the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Adam got to go to a concert for 9-11 and got to relax for a couple hour and eat REAL food! He was really happy about the real food part. He said he got pizza, funnel cakes, ice cream and he had 2 Pepsi(the first by choice and the second because the poweraid was all gone by the time he went back for a 2nd drink). He was so happy! Some of the other companies that are there can eat milkshakes and candy and they have been there just as long as Adam if not shorter. Adam's Drill Sergeants won't let them have those yet. Which I think is a good thing because it better for them not to have all that junk. Adam told me that he weight now is 216, which means that he has lost 10lbs. I'm so happy for him because the Army wanted him to lose more weight and he did. Good Job ADAM! I love that man so much and he made my weekend have a great ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at the Spanish Fork Cemetery they have what's called the &lt;a href="http://www.themovingwall.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;moving wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-(click on moving wall to go to their website). It's a down size version of the Vietnam wall in D.C. It was really cool to go see it and I did learn a few things. Like it starts and ends in the corner. What the different symbols by the names mean. It makes me want to go see the real one, one day. Also while I was there it wasn't loud at all, having it that quiet reminded me of when I was in Germany and went to one of the concentration camps. What can you say? There are now words to describe the sadness that you feel. The wall will be in Spanish Fork til the end today, so if you get a chance you should go and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all the little updates for now, more to come later this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-6184750788239380375?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/6184750788239380375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=6184750788239380375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6184750788239380375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6184750788239380375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-weekend-started-out-not-so-much-in.html' title='Just a few things'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8029986104698516124</id><published>2010-09-06T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:14:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I actually have a little bit of time to blog, since it's Labor Day and I don't have work. Okay not really true, I am watching my wonderful niece Ella. My sister in law Alli has to work so I am watching her so my brother in law can work on my apartment. Right now Ella is down for a nap so it makes it a little easier to blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has now almost been two weeks since I have gotten to talk to Adam. Oh, man if you only knew how horrible it is not to get a phone call from a loved one. They are suppose to get their phones every Sunday, but Adam has yet to call on a Sunday. He got to call me once two weeks ago on a Tuesday and it was for 5 mins. Since he has actually started Basic Training I have only talked to him for a grand total of 10 mins. It really sucks! I do get at lease 2 letter a week. So that makes me happy to get those. I just want to share with you something about Adam now, in one of his letters he wrote me this..."At church, they always ask me to do things like prayer, sacrament, ect. Out of 300 or so soldiers, they seem to always find me. Maybe its because I'm tall or maybe God thinks that I need it. Today I was asked to give blessings. The spirit was very strong in the supply closet we were doing them in..." I though about this yesterday at church while everyone was bearing their testimonies. I felt the spirit so strong and I know that Adam is where he needs to be. I told Adam that they choose him because he has a glow about him, that people can't help but see. The first time I met Adam I could see that glow about him and he really is a spiritually person. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone at all, but to me it does.&lt;br /&gt;Here is another one that I would like to share with you, showing you that Adam can make anyone laugh(my family knows what I'm talking about)...written on August 23, 2010...." Today we were working on Army combative. It's mostly submission holds(jujitsu). I was a demonstrator for one of the holds. When the instructor had me in the hold(and he's a really big guy) he asked me if I was going to tap out yet. I yelled as loud as I could yell(because my mouth was in his armpit and he was laying on my chest) "soldiers never quit Drill Sergeant!". Every body laughed really hard. After that he cranked harder and it felt like he was going to rip my arm off. he asked if I was ok and I told him that I'm tough....People were talking about it all day long." Adam has a way of making everyone laugh, I miss his laugh so much. It is a one of a kind laugh. One of his best stories that he tells that makes everyone laugh is Bubbles at the Bottom. You'd have to hear the story from Adam though, it's way funny. Just ask Hope and Jake, they love when he tells that story.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know this blog was mostly about Adam, but I just wanted to share a couple of thing...oh, and ONLY 29 days left till I leave to see him!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8029986104698516124?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8029986104698516124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8029986104698516124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8029986104698516124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8029986104698516124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-i-actually-have-little-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7114891883389668869</id><published>2010-08-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:41:01.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS!</title><content type='html'>I think the worst thing for a college student isn't paying the tuition. It's paying for books that are way too much! The last couple semesters I took I have spent an average of 300.00 per semester on books. So this semester I was ready for anything. My Chemistry book is listed at 98.00 new and about 75.00 used. The College Algebra is listed at 120.00(just the book not the solutions man.) new and 105.00 used. Well I went to the bookstore to buy my books on Thursday but as I found the chemistry book they only had one copy left on the shelf and it was new, no used ones were there. Then I had a feeling to ask my friend if she still had hers. Which she did! So I bought it from her for 20.00 saving me 78.00! I was so excited. Then on Friday the lady I work with finally got back to me and she had the math book still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THrD7PYSW4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/NbZe43grnMc/s1600/CIMG2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THrD7PYSW4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/NbZe43grnMc/s320/CIMG2998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510932516549319554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she brought it over to me at work, I asked if she wanted me to pay her for it and she said NO! yahoo!!! So I saved 120.00 there and she even gave me the solutions manual(which cost another 50.00 I believe). So all together I saved around 248.00!!! I can't tell you enough how happy I am I didn't have to spend that much this year. So thank you MINDI and BRENDA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Adam takes his qualifications on the M-16 tomorrow!!! I know that he'll pass with no problem. If he doesn't then something is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7114891883389668869?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7114891883389668869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7114891883389668869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7114891883389668869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7114891883389668869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/books.html' title='BOOKS!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THrD7PYSW4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/NbZe43grnMc/s72-c/CIMG2998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-6790622389916966979</id><published>2010-08-26T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:07:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a proud Army wife</title><content type='html'>I know, I know all I do is brag about my wonderful husband but I am so proud of him. Today I got a letter from him...an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; page letter! Yes, it was for a couple days that it was written over, but still it was a letter from ADAM. Last week they started white phase and they were put into squads with squad leaders. Well those squad leaders didn't last long. They were all fired and Adam was made a squad leader! So now he is on duty squad and he's a squad leader. He says that his squad is really good and he feels lucky to have them in his squad. I already know that he would be a great leader. The only bad thing is that he doesn't have any personal time, so he has NO personal time to even think about writing letters. It makes me sad because I have to wait a little longer between letters from him. I am so proud of him and every thing he does. He is the best person I have ever met and I know that he loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I did start back to school. I am taking Math 1050 and Chem for health science. So far I think that I have really good teachers. I even told both of them right away that I would be gone for one or two classes due to the fact that I will be going to Georgia. Lucky for me I won't be missing any exams or tests. They are both willing to work with me too. Now all that is left is to get my books! That's the ugly part really. Lucky for me my friend is going to sell me her chem book for really cheap and hopefully a lady at work will still have the same math book and I can get that from her. That would save me a good amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was telling my chem teacher that I would be missing two classes because I would be flying out to see my husband since he is in the army. I almost started crying. I got a little emotional and thought of how happy I will be when I see him for the first time in over two months. I already know that I will cry a LOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-6790622389916966979?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/6790622389916966979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=6790622389916966979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6790622389916966979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6790622389916966979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-proud-army-wife.html' title='I&apos;m a proud Army wife'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1888093867736706803</id><published>2010-08-24T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:32:40.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!</title><content type='html'>So today at work we went live on our first day of a new system. It was really frustrating! I really mean that too. We did the training and everything but we still had a lot of questions and the Doctors were didn't really know what to do. Well right before my last patient left I felt my phone start to vibrate. I thought it was someone texting me back because I had just sent one to someone, and I was going to just silence my phone, well I'm glad I looked before I did it...Because  to my SURPRISE and super happiness...IT was ADAM! I quickly answered the phone and I started crying! I got the words out I LOVE YOU! but I kept crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my sweet, sweet husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THRGV_rfDfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IJKLIOEzdkU/s1600/CIMG0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THRGV_rfDfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IJKLIOEzdkU/s320/CIMG0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509105587865980402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Adam told me, "Crystal I don't have a lot of time to talk, so you need to stop crying" I then got myself a little uncontrolled and was able to talk to him for 5 mins before he was told her had to hang up. He would have gotten to talk for 10mins but his phone would not load up and so he was having issues with it.&lt;br /&gt;He is doing good, and they got to go to the shooting rang today for the first time and shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the gun that he is now shooting and has to take with him everywhere, except to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THRGVcmSo1I/AAAAAAAAAio/QxVv2cpuzfQ/s1600/CIMG0275_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THRGVcmSo1I/AAAAAAAAAio/QxVv2cpuzfQ/s320/CIMG0275_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509105578448954194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he was amazing at shooting, which I already knew he would since we own that gun and he loves to shoot it.&lt;br /&gt;I love this man so, so much and can't wait til I can talk to him again. I also can't wait for October 5th, because then I get to fly out and see him and talk to him, and hug him, and kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you ADAM!!!!&lt;/span&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/7771902756703649158-1888093867736706803?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1888093867736706803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1888093867736706803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1888093867736706803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1888093867736706803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/THRGV_rfDfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IJKLIOEzdkU/s72-c/CIMG0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1987731509478916647</id><published>2010-08-19T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:38:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAS CHAMBER!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Adam got gassed in the gas chamber. Not the funnest thing in the world to have happen to you. I believe it's just tear gas, but it looks like it's not a fun thing to have happen to you. Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/album.php?aid=15990&amp;amp;id=108781042497836&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out the pictures of his company going though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Adam starts, what I think will be his best area and favorite, marksmanship. He loves to shoot and he is really good at it too. They are shooting rifles and it happens to be the AR-15, which Adam happens to have one at home and shoots really good with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is my little update for now. Only 3 days left and I hopefully will get a phone call from him. It's been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;2 WEEKS&lt;/span&gt; since he got to call me. I miss that man so much and can't wait to hug and kiss him. I'm afraid that he might hug me too tight and squeeze me to death. JK I know he won't, but I can't wait for that hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1987731509478916647?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1987731509478916647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1987731509478916647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1987731509478916647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1987731509478916647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/gas-chamber.html' title='GAS CHAMBER!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4263132335492591477</id><published>2010-08-16T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:46:03.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally an ADULT!!!</title><content type='html'>So I just have to say that Adam is no longer married to a  teenager....Because I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'm pretty excited about it because now I am no longer the baby of my friends. They have all been 21 for months now, and I am finally the same age.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong it was a sad day too, because Adam is not with me to wish me happy birthday. Well....I was wrong....He planned something for me even before he left....Today I had to train at work for a new system that we are going "live" with next week. So right before we got to go to lunch one of the front office girls brings this up to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Daisies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0Ftj_dqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DQX-s8r6wqs/s1600/CIMG2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0Ftj_dqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DQX-s8r6wqs/s320/CIMG2992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506200398404220578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely LOVE them! They are my favorite. My first thought was that they have to be from Adam.&lt;br /&gt;Then I read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0FAiAO1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CDeUSUAxqNs/s1600/CIMG2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0FAiAO1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CDeUSUAxqNs/s320/CIMG2991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506200386316286802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure all you girls out there know exactly what I did next...CRIED!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even mean to it just came. I know Adam loves me so much. For him to take the time to get every thing figured out for our anniversary and my birthday. I Love him so much and only wish that he were here with me, or even getting a phone call from him would make me so so Happy!....I did get the next best thing to a phone call though....I got a letter when I got home from work!&lt;br /&gt;Adam truly is the best Husband ever to me. I miss him more and more every day and come to realize just how much I love that man!&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; days til I fly out to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was also my birthday present from Adam. I have had it on here before but just to show you again. I got a gun for my birthday! I love it and can't wait to take my concealed permit class when Adam gets home in December for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0EipM3ZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/be_7bCx9DR0/s1600/CIMG2993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0EipM3ZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/be_7bCx9DR0/s320/CIMG2993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506200378293411218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so here is my little brag moment....About my so, so, so cute niece Ella.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Salem days and my sister in law entered Ella into the Baby contest. On Friday we went to the park to hear if she place. Alli didn't think that she would because she was not that happy on the day of the contest. I mean she was happy but was not doing any of her cheesy grins.&lt;br /&gt;Well when they call the girl winner for the 4-6 month old it was...ELLA!&lt;br /&gt;Here is her and my sister in law in the Salem days parade on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0EMSqedI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HOExkM1KWHo/s1600/CIMG2986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0EMSqedI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HOExkM1KWHo/s320/CIMG2986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506200372293302738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is right in the middle right above the "E". The only time that she started to cry was when he was right in front of us...I guess she just missed us all that much that she was sad.&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/7771902756703649158-4263132335492591477?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4263132335492591477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4263132335492591477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4263132335492591477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4263132335492591477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-finally-adult.html' title='I&apos;m finally an ADULT!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGn0Ftj_dqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DQX-s8r6wqs/s72-c/CIMG2992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1569988465385504361</id><published>2010-08-11T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:13:16.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just ONE...But TWO!</title><content type='html'>Today after work I came home to find not one but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; letter from Adam in the mail! I was like a little school girl trying to open them fast enough. I have learned that letters from Adam now was like getting a text message from him when we were first dating. You get all excited when he get them and can't help but smile. Of course mine is also followed by tears of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam told me he is surrounded by young idiots and retards so he is having to exercise a LOT! I think Adam is doing a lot of good so far. The first Sunday he went to church, the buddy that went with him is not LDS. (when you go to church you have to have a buddy go with you) When they got there they gave those who were LDS little Book of Mormons and Bibles that they could have. Those who were not LDS went back into a room where......are you ready....the missionaries were. Adam had no idea that they were going to do that and he felt bad for his buddy. Turns out that his buddy was given a Book of Mormon. Well this last week he went again with Adam and is now taking the lessons and he told Adam how impressed he was with the Mormons for going out of their way so much to put on church for them. His battle buddy he has right now went with him also and he liked it too and will go again next week. Adam says he feels like a missionary again, only people actually talk to him. Ha ha, I guess it's a better experience then having the door slammed in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his letter he wrote on Sunday he said that he was sore for the first time. He said he thinks it was from doing the Confidence Course. Which you can see&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fort-Benning-GA/Delta-Company-347-Warriors/108781042497836?v=app_2373072738#%21/album.php?aid=15361&amp;amp;id=108781042497836"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I check the facebook page and one lady had asked when they might get to call next. Well turns out that they have to be out of RED phase(which is the first three weeks of training) before they can call. They said they might get to call on the 22 and they get about 30mins to talk. Adam is only into one week of Red phase and the 22 is 11 MORE days away! UGH the next 11 days better go fast. I am excited to talk to him for 30 mins instead of the 4 I got last time. Any amount of time to talk to him is better than nothing. I have learned to cherish every phone call and letter I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1569988465385504361?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1569988465385504361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1569988465385504361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1569988465385504361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1569988465385504361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-just-onebut-two.html' title='Not just ONE...But TWO!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4356850199877464463</id><published>2010-08-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:13:50.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAM!</title><content type='html'>Well it has now been 6 DAYS since I have gotten to talk to Adam and it's been 5 since I have received a letter. I keep thinking that I will get surprised with a letter in the mail or feel my phone start to vibrate at work and it'll be him calling....BUT NO, it has not happened. The Company that Adam is in has a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=15381&amp;amp;id=108781042497836#%21/pages/Fort-Benning-GA/Delta-Company-347-Warriors/108781042497836?__a=8&amp;amp;ajaxpipe=1"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; page and the head Drill Sergeant will post things all the time of what they are doing that day. Well last Saturday he said that he would post pictures, and I was so happy. I kept looking all Saturday but no pictures were ever put up. Come to find out that camera would not upload to the computer, so I had to wait for Sunday to come to see them. I looked though the two files they had and not ONE single picture of Adam. Well later on Sunday night I checked again and there was a new file!....and you know what?! I found a couple pictures of ADAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGKpL7zzOxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/B-AaSbdcrhQ/s1600/40850_132768166765790_108781042497836_175575_6117118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGKpL7zzOxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/B-AaSbdcrhQ/s320/40850_132768166765790_108781042497836_175575_6117118_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504147717098781458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sure can! It totally made my day to see him. Even if I couldn't talk to him, it was still nice to see him. If you can to see more pictures of Adam click&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=15381&amp;amp;id=108781042497836#%21/album.php?aid=15381&amp;amp;id=108781042497836&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4356850199877464463?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4356850199877464463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4356850199877464463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4356850199877464463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4356850199877464463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/adam.html' title='ADAM!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TGKpL7zzOxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/B-AaSbdcrhQ/s72-c/40850_132768166765790_108781042497836_175575_6117118_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-827587445340123929</id><published>2010-08-07T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:13:05.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The waiting game!</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when you were little and you had to play the waiting game? I remember doing that and I don't think I liked it all that much. I didn't like having to wait for something I really wanted. Just like then, I am playing the waiting game. The waiting game this time is when I will hear from Adam next and the biggest waiting game...waiting for October to get here so I can fly out and see him. I never know when he is going to call, when I will get a letter or anything. All I know is that he loves me and I love him. I can feel his love all around me all the time. It's probably the reason I have gotten through this so far. The last time Adam and I got to talk was Thursday, and then yesterday I got a LETTER! A very, very short one but at least it was a letter. I finally got to send my letters to him.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I sit, wait and listen to see if my phone starts to ring. I wait til 7 o'clock at night everyday. Because I know he won't get to call after 7 seeing as it is 9 there and that is their lights out time. I realize that those are the two things I hold on to: Letter and phone calls. They mean so much to me and I can't even describe it. You don't realize what you have til it's gone. You don't realize how lucky you are to come home and snuggle with your husband and talk to him at your lunch break. Being away during the day is one thing because you know you'll see your loved one later that day. When Adam is gone across the country and can't use him phone, it's a different story. All the Small things become the BIG things and they mean that much more to you. What I would give to just hug and kiss Adam right now. I can always write to him how much I love him, but I can't show it to him right now. I think about him non-stop all day long and worry about him to. I always wonder what he is doing and if he's okay. I'm always catching myself wanting to text him and tell him that I love him.&lt;br /&gt;So til the next phone call, or the next letter I wait anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote I found by Gordon B. Hinckley titled True LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;"True love is not so much a matter of romance. As it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one's companion."&lt;br /&gt;That is so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the rambling on and on about my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-827587445340123929?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/827587445340123929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=827587445340123929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/827587445340123929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/827587445340123929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-game.html' title='The waiting game!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7790356624613214375</id><published>2010-08-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:35:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHONE CALL!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning at 9:11 am I got the most wonderful phone call ever! Adam got to call me for a 4 minute phone call to tell me that he has indeed started Basic. He said that he loves me and can't wait to see me.  I was so happy just to hear his voice on the other line, I love him so much and can't wait for October 5th to get here so I can fly out to Georgia. Adam said that he gets yelled at all day long, it's very hot and humid. He is in Delta Company 3-47 inf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for his next phone call...and better yet the letter that he said that he sent me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7790356624613214375?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7790356624613214375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7790356624613214375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7790356624613214375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7790356624613214375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/08/phone-call.html' title='PHONE CALL!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1707616163158389357</id><published>2010-07-31T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:41:59.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary #2!!!</title><content type='html'>No matter how far apart Adam and I are we will always love each other! Today is our 2nd year Anniversary! Or other wise know as the Cotton Anniversary.  As most of you know Adam is in Georgia at Basic Training and thus we don't get to spend our anniversary together. It is sad that we can't be together on this special day, but I can feel his love all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSxSyqnb0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/c6sHBAmr-1M/s1600/CIMG2052_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSxSyqnb0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/c6sHBAmr-1M/s320/CIMG2052_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500215981322497858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I go the best catch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSxScaLbcI/AAAAAAAAAho/JeZM1kcnbaY/s1600/SLC_4760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSxScaLbcI/AAAAAAAAAho/JeZM1kcnbaY/s320/SLC_4760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500215975347973570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week while we were in Salt Lake I gave Adam his present then since we wouldn't be together today. On the traditional list of what to get for your anniversary, it says that year 2 is cotton.&lt;br /&gt; So I got Adam a shirt and he really likes it. :) Adam on the other hand is such a sneaky person. He told me he didn't think we were exchanging presents til later. Later came and went and nothing. I though that maybe he ordered some roses for me to be delivered while he was gone. Well do you want to know why he is so sneaky?....&lt;br /&gt;Well Take a look....&lt;br /&gt;I came home from a long, and I mean long day of doing laundry at my Mom's house and I walked in my room and found all these sticky notes all over my room. I am guessing Adam had his brother Jon set things up for him since he is kind of in Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first sticky note I saw. Let me tell you I started to cry and then it started to rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSvHQM84cI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sbVrYCxvGfY/s1600/CIMG2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSvHQM84cI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sbVrYCxvGfY/s320/CIMG2979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500213584069452226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the rest of the notes, I just put them together so you could see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSt2BDNsII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/npADEvyGJpc/s1600/CIMG2978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSt2BDNsII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/npADEvyGJpc/s320/CIMG2978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500212188432674946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I turned and found this on the dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSt1a9XXRI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YL2gns-5g7M/s1600/CIMG2977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSt1a9XXRI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YL2gns-5g7M/s320/CIMG2977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500212178207595794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and inside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSt13ELDEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/oX7AvkmPcAw/s1600/CIMG2981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSt13ELDEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/oX7AvkmPcAw/s320/CIMG2981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500212185752341570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; work ring. I have one that he gave to me at Christmas, he thought it was sterling silver but it is not and it is now wearing off. I had no idea that he had anything planned for me for our Anniversary, but that is the way he is. He surprises me in so many ways, and is always sneaky about it. Let me tell you I love Adam so much and it gets better every day of my life. I am so happy to have him as a husband and I am so proud of him and what he is doing. I am so happy I get to spend eternity with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to top off the day...HE CALLED ME! We talked for an hour and he is going to call back later tonight after the Drill Sergeant leaves.&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/7771902756703649158-1707616163158389357?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1707616163158389357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1707616163158389357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1707616163158389357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1707616163158389357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/07/anniversary-2.html' title='Anniversary #2!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TFSxSyqnb0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/c6sHBAmr-1M/s72-c/CIMG2052_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7969986530412409853</id><published>2010-07-27T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:50:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week for us</title><content type='html'>This past week has been crazy busy. First, We no longer own a house! :( last week we had to pack up our house and move out by Wednesday. The only thing was we didn't know we had to be out on Wednesday til Tuesday afternoon. They told us we would either need to be out Wednesday or Friday just depending on when we signed papers and he wouldn't know which date until Tuesday at 12:00. Well Lucky for me I got Wednesday off and was able to help pack everything up, we had to be out by two which was fine because Adam and I were going up to Salt Lake for a little getaway with each other. I had set our dinner reservations for 5:30 at Ruth's Chris Stake house. Well we didn't even end up leaving Utah Valley til just after 5, but the people at Ruth's were really nice and let me change our reservation to 6:30. Let me tell you, Ruth's is super GOOD!...Only thing is that they are super expensive, our dinner came to a total of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;105.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after the tip. We even got a free dessert since I told them we were there for our anniversary-which is this Saturday, but since Adam is gone we celebrated early-I told Adam the next time we go we need to be rich. Ruth's Chris is super fancy and I felt like we were the ONLY ones not ordering wine or alcohol of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a VERY nice dinner we headed to the Anniversary Inn! We stayed the the Forty Niner suite, and it was pretty awesome! We even got a free movie and snack pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we went to the ZOO, but before we could do that we had to make a quick stop at Walmart to get Adam some flip flops. Why you may ask...Well being in a hurry on Wednesday we ended up just going straight to dinner instead of going to the Inn and then changing. So I forgot his flip flops at home. It was really funny because he ended having to wear mine, yes mine, to Walmart. Now Adam's feet are a size 10 and I wear a size 6-7 depending on the type of shoe. I think you get the picture.... Adam and I have not been to the zoo in forever and it was really nice just to go together. Although I was pretty upset that they don't have the lions and the hippos anymore. My favorite was the monkeys, they were pretty noisy when we went. We go to see the new baby elephant, and she just kind of stood there. We even got to see how we measure up to a gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TE9QXOa5HuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0n6nItuDNeY/s1600/CIMG2975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TE9QXOa5HuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0n6nItuDNeY/s320/CIMG2975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498702029980770018" 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/_UO93sov_MJE/TE9QWm4WIYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iIa8dZ0a67I/s1600/CIMG2976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TE9QWm4WIYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iIa8dZ0a67I/s320/CIMG2976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498702019366887810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was very nice to just get away and not have to care about anything. On Sunday I took Adam up to Salt Lake and yes I did cry. I didn't think I was going to make it home because from all the crying I did up there made my contacts get all blurry on the way home. Lucky for me I went back up last night and saw him again before he flew out to Fort Benning today. I only got to see him for about an hour, but an hour is an hour that I got to see him. I have even gotten to talk to him a couple times today, but soon I won't be able to call or text him and the next time I get to talk to him could be in one to three weeks. It's even longer til I get to see him...which is not til October! October can't come fast enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7969986530412409853?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7969986530412409853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7969986530412409853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7969986530412409853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7969986530412409853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-week-for-us.html' title='Busy week for us'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TE9QXOa5HuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0n6nItuDNeY/s72-c/CIMG2975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8349753313113879819</id><published>2010-07-19T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:42:13.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures 2010</title><content type='html'>This year we did our family pictures at the park across from Mt. Timp Temple. It was way fun and we had lots of laughing thanks to my hubby. We had to hurry and get them done since Adam is leaving soon and we needed a new one for this year. A lady in my mom's ward did our picture...check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://jodyhancockphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;jodyhancockphotography.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did an awesome job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnZ1nwdsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-HEDtGQRUHQ/s1600/115ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnZ1nwdsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-HEDtGQRUHQ/s320/115ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842245119604418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnZTT-fjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SaB9aTpWJqI/s1600/063ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnZTT-fjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SaB9aTpWJqI/s320/063ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842235909832242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SISTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnZMlmPlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/knp-wLEi9Tg/s1600/108ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnZMlmPlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/knp-wLEi9Tg/s320/108ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842234104692306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys! So jealous of Jacob, he is so photogenic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnYhxLYEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ebest4aaNU8/s1600/100ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnYhxLYEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ebest4aaNU8/s320/100ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842222610538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best parents ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnX-RYSrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/LcVXzqWYcS0/s1600/045ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnX-RYSrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/LcVXzqWYcS0/s320/045ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842213081926322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmKj5-UNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/pY6l4C2sacM/s1600/035ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmKj5-UNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/pY6l4C2sacM/s320/035ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495840883154505938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of the kids...I think I have huge butt and thighs in this picture. But everyone else looks awesome. Totally unfair that Jacob and Roscoe are taller than me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmKOiyqPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NL_fX1hgqxk/s1600/030sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmKOiyqPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NL_fX1hgqxk/s320/030sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495840877420128498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmJngp6NI/AAAAAAAAAfw/F3JFAm_O2rg/s1600/024ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmJngp6NI/AAAAAAAAAfw/F3JFAm_O2rg/s320/024ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495840866942183634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmJLoqrTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/v6InISfxnB0/s1600/019ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmJLoqrTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/v6InISfxnB0/s320/019ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495840859459595570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmISHLdXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/e-5XkZkP_nE/s1600/007ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUmISHLdXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/e-5XkZkP_nE/s320/007ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495840844018316658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks so much Jody for doing our pictures!!! I love them!!&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/7771902756703649158-8349753313113879819?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8349753313113879819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8349753313113879819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8349753313113879819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8349753313113879819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-pictures-2010.html' title='Family pictures 2010'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TEUnZ1nwdsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-HEDtGQRUHQ/s72-c/115ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-603165542961362208</id><published>2010-07-13T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:56:49.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 short DAYS!</title><content type='html'>See this man...We'll he's the perfect man for ME in every single way possible...and I LOVE him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDzcET2upAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pCrF7wCnVu0/s1600/CIMG2069_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDzcET2upAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pCrF7wCnVu0/s320/CIMG2069_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493507612092572674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sad thing is I only have 12 short days left with him. In 12 days I take him up to Salt Lake and from there he'll be flying out to Fort Benning, Gerogia for Basic Training in the Army. We'll be away from each other fro 9-10 weeks til we'll see each other next. I'm going to miss him so much, and I'm sure I'll miss him even more than I realize right now. Every time I think about the time we are going to have to spend without each other, it makes me think just how much I love him and what things I will miss about him most. I'm going to miss his smile that he gets when he looks at me. His laugh that is so contagious and makes it so you can't help but laugh. The way he hugs and kisses me. The way he loves me and shows that he loves me in everything that he does. I love me so much and know that there are many more things that I will miss about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-603165542961362208?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/603165542961362208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=603165542961362208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/603165542961362208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/603165542961362208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/07/12-short-days.html' title='12 short DAYS!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDzcET2upAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pCrF7wCnVu0/s72-c/CIMG2069_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7743469248879769378</id><published>2010-07-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:33:25.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attic=our apartment...One day.</title><content type='html'>Our current project right now is finishing Jon's attic(Jon is Adam's brother). We are finishing it to be a cute little apartment. Complete with a bedroom, shower, bathroom, kitchen and living room. It's really not that big but there is only two of us and we don't need much room. To all my Arizona family if you are reading this. Do you remember all those years of the attic not being done....well it is finally happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Adam standing in our bedroom. The room in front of that is our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDXSIfrCc6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/pWCQs8U1nck/s1600/CIMG2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDXSIfrCc6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/pWCQs8U1nck/s320/CIMG2970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491526364030989218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is part of the living room and kitchen in this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDXSILQgoqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VR9IAqVsxa8/s1600/CIMG2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDXSILQgoqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VR9IAqVsxa8/s320/CIMG2972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491526358551012002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  when we first started there was no floor and part of the floor we had to build up. So to give  you an idea of what the floor looked like before. Check out this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDXSHVvoiWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Gb-HimCfPfs/s1600/CIMG2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDXSHVvoiWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Gb-HimCfPfs/s320/CIMG2971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491526344186038626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the insulation is...ya that is what the whole attic looked like....But after two layers of sup-flooring later we have a floor.&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/7771902756703649158-7743469248879769378?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7743469248879769378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7743469248879769378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7743469248879769378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7743469248879769378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/07/atticour-apartmentone-day.html' title='Attic=our apartment...One day.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDXSIfrCc6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/pWCQs8U1nck/s72-c/CIMG2970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4970502352220651370</id><published>2010-07-07T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:02:33.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Excuse!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know I have not blogged in FOREVER. But I really do have a good excuse. I know what you're thinking....Excuses are like armpits, every one has them and they all stink. But once you see my first picture you'll why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEkQuV5dI/AAAAAAAAAew/bZ7Y6WkrDJM/s1600/CIMG2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEkQuV5dI/AAAAAAAAAew/bZ7Y6WkrDJM/s320/CIMG2969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491300341659330002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This what my whole house looks like currently...why you may ask...well, we are MOVING...We are very sad to be moving, we love our house and our neighborhood that we are in. We were suppose to be moving out this Friday but things change and now our move date has been moved for the second time and it is now on the 20 of July. This is only 5 days before Adam leaves for Basic Training. Our lives has been really busy since we sold the house. We having been packing, and packing and more packing. When we are not packing we are either working at our jobs, working on attic at Jon's house, which will end up being our little apartment, or we are going for runs at night. Our normal day does not end until 11 at night. To say the least we both have been really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Adam leaves he wanted to go hiking every weekend until he leaves. This last Saturday we went up Maple Mountain. We started bright and early at 6:30 AM and we ended at 2:15PM. It was nice to spend the entire day with Adam and enjoy something we both love. Although I must say I did complain towards the end of the hike. My legs hurt, hips hurt, and I wanted to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEkGVWT2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/0Pmtflkj_vU/s1600/CIMG2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEkGVWT2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/0Pmtflkj_vU/s320/CIMG2967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491300338870144866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me looking Tired from the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEjnNIdOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/D_PrcEjkhL0/s1600/CIMG2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEjnNIdOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/D_PrcEjkhL0/s320/CIMG2966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491300330514183394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over the Valley. We could even see my Father in laws house/property from up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEjC0ZqXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ZRL8OVA6NaM/s1600/CIMG2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEjC0ZqXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ZRL8OVA6NaM/s320/CIMG2964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491300320746776946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam looking awesome as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later after we got back from our hike my sister in law Alli invited me to go with her to the Stadium of Fire...how did we tickets you may ask...well my brother in law Jon does Crane jobs for BYU at the Stadium and he was there on Friday and he asked them if he could see how they do the fireworks so they gave him a backstage pass and he got to be on the pyro team. They also gave him two free tickets! So Alli invited me to go with her. It was a lot of fun! At the end one of the fireworks went off and went into the crowd and later I found out that the person that got hit has a 3rd degree burn on his face...Poor guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have for now. Have a super day!!!&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/7771902756703649158-4970502352220651370?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4970502352220651370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4970502352220651370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4970502352220651370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4970502352220651370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-excuse.html' title='My Excuse!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TDUEkQuV5dI/AAAAAAAAAew/bZ7Y6WkrDJM/s72-c/CIMG2969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-9152875276062892033</id><published>2010-06-07T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:14:42.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Vaction.</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday Adam's cousin Amber and her husband Karl came up to see us. Adam and I were lucky enough to get Wednesday to Friday off, so we got to spend a lot of time with them. Most of the time we just sat around, relaxed and talked. On Thursday we did go hike to Timp cave and took a tour of it. I have never been before....Sad I know. I have lived here in Utah my whole life and never have I been up to Timp cave. I've hiked up Timp but never to the cave. It was a lot of fun walking up 1.5 miles and it took us a lot longer to get up then it did to get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is all of us at the entrance of the cave. Oh and always remember if you hike up there to leave your purse in the car. I totally forgot about mine until we were already a 1/4 of the up the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0Jg6FyB7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/isAIHO2y5hk/s1600/CIMG2943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0Jg6FyB7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/isAIHO2y5hk/s320/CIMG2943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480046782533732274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Adam and I part way up the trail with a beautiful view of the valley behind us. On the way down the trail Adam had my jacket I brought with me and we got down to the bottom of the trail and he said, "you have your jacket right?" Well turns out that Adam left it up on the trail when we stopped to rest for just a little bit. We just left it there and we didn't go back to get it because I was already 1/2 hour late to teach my gymnastic classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0JgeWaR2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/US0yFertw7I/s1600/CIMG2941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0JgeWaR2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/US0yFertw7I/s320/CIMG2941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480046775087286114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went up to the Salt Lake Temple and did an endowment session. I love going to a live session. I have to say that the Salt Lake Temple is my favorite, and not just because that is were Adam and I got sealed, it is way pretty inside. All the work that they did on it is amazing, it's amazing and then it's even more amazing to think that they did the inside all in one year and there is so much detail in everything. They did every little detail by hand there is even hand carved grapes on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went shooting! I love going shooting with Adam and all his guns. I couldn't believe that we were out there shooting for almost 3 hours. Both Adam and I  came back home with  pretty sunburns on our arms. I got to shoot my little 22 pistol a little more and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is me looking awesome with my yellow safety glasses and AK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0KRCvcPuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-Xze1menIm0/s1600/CIMG2958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0KRCvcPuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-Xze1menIm0/s320/CIMG2958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480047609489669858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam wanted to take a picture of me shooting the AK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0KQfbMcRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vDXpI0_m-mI/s1600/CIMG2957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0KQfbMcRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vDXpI0_m-mI/s320/CIMG2957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480047600009507090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all and all our week last week was awesome. We had a five day weekend together and we loved every minute we got to spend with each other. It was really hard for us to go back to work this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-9152875276062892033?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/9152875276062892033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=9152875276062892033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/9152875276062892033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/9152875276062892033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-vaction.html' title='A little Vaction.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TA0Jg6FyB7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/isAIHO2y5hk/s72-c/CIMG2943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2530238569725411196</id><published>2010-05-31T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:48:38.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After months....Our MANY Projects are done!</title><content type='html'>So Adam and I started refinishing this table back in December 2008.  We got the table from my Mom, it was the table that my family used when I was little. My Mom gave it to us to put in our house but first we needed to refinish it. We thought that it would an easy task to sand it down and stain it...but that was not the case. My Mom had covered the top with lin seed oil to help protect the wood, let me tell you it was a PAIN to get that stuff off. Once we got it off it was just fine. The reason it has taken us so long to get it done is because we have no heat in our garage. So sanding was just not fun! at ALL! Plus we had to do it by hand. This last week I decided that we needed to get it done...1st because it has been FOREVER since we started working on it. 2nd because Adam's cousins are coming up from Arizona and I would like to have some place for them to eat besides the coffee table.  On Sunday we sanded for 5 long hours, stained for 2 hours and ended our day at 10:30pm.  On Monday we started to put the varnish on, the thing with varnish is you have to wait 3-4 hours between coats. We we ended up putting the last coat on at 12:00AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAbDFrxjlaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PvAfJlm_r8Y/s1600/CIMG2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAbDFrxjlaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PvAfJlm_r8Y/s320/CIMG2275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478280499160126882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DURING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAbDE8C_iUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EPaNuj8Wbt0/s1600/CIMG2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAbDE8C_iUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EPaNuj8Wbt0/s320/CIMG2934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478280486348360002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND...FINISHED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAha-GZHSiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5-ZEZkiFyYU/s1600/CIMG2939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAha-GZHSiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5-ZEZkiFyYU/s320/CIMG2939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478728969610545698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another project we have been working on we refinishing a bed frame we bought for our guest bedroom. I'm so excited that it is done! We now have a full bed instead of a twin bed in our guest bedroom&lt;/span&gt;. We got the quilt from Walmart and also the curtains from Walmart. It's pretty sad that a quilt like that you could only get if you made it yourself or pay a lot of money to get one. Now you can get one from Walmart for only like 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAfhI0R1auI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rpWI170Si-E/s1600/CIMG2932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAfhI0R1auI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rpWI170Si-E/s320/CIMG2932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478595013308148450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing I have been meaning to blog about is my early birthday present my wonderful husband got me. Since Adam won't be here for my birthday he got it early. Since I will be turning 21 my present is to get my concealed weapons permit and a NEW GUN to carry. It took a while to find the perfect gun put I found it. I first went with a Taurus Millennium PT145 but decided that I wanted something different. I went with a Walther P22. I went with this one because is fun to shoot and it looks like it would shoot a bigger bullet than a 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAfiBOr7DSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dzh_zqx5Stw/s1600/CIMG2896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAfiBOr7DSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dzh_zqx5Stw/s320/CIMG2896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478595982469565730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The NEW gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAfiAkS4A6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/tWbsh0n-EkY/s1600/CIMG2936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAfiAkS4A6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/tWbsh0n-EkY/s320/CIMG2936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478595971090219938" 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/7771902756703649158-2530238569725411196?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2530238569725411196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2530238569725411196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2530238569725411196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2530238569725411196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-monthsour-many-projects-are-done.html' title='After months....Our MANY Projects are done!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TAbDFrxjlaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PvAfJlm_r8Y/s72-c/CIMG2275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8889174004391125206</id><published>2010-05-11T07:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:10:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Well this last week in church our bishop got up and announced that he  had some releasing and some callings to do. I was so happy when I heard that because I knew that they were finally going to call my partner for nursery. So he got up and said, "We'd like to release Crystal (my last name) from Nursery". I was like WHAT! That's news to me, aren't they suppose to come talk to you before they release you? Then they called the new teachers, and that was that. I went to nursery so that I could show the new teachers how we do things in our nursery. Well they didn't show up, and I know they were there in church I just don't know where. Our bishop came into nursery and said that he was so sorry he didn't talk to me before he released me. He said that he got up there and then realized that he had not talked to me. He said that they released me so that I could spend more time with the RS women. I personally would much rather be in nursery than up in RS. Little kids are just so much fun, especially when you get to play for 2 hours and have snack time! I'm going to miss every single one of those kids. I have been in the nursery since July last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I want to thank my mom for everything that she has done for me. I hope you had a wonderful Mother's day. I hope you know that you are loved by each of us. You have done so much for Adam and I this year and you never complain about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S-nTC_UTQ_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/36tMRi3LM6w/s1600/SLC_4576_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S-nTC_UTQ_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/36tMRi3LM6w/s320/SLC_4576_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470135270727959538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you mom for raising me to be who I am today, and doing all you do for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8889174004391125206?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8889174004391125206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8889174004391125206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8889174004391125206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8889174004391125206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S-nTC_UTQ_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/36tMRi3LM6w/s72-c/SLC_4576_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1575449072698903082</id><published>2010-05-04T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:02:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday mornings Adam wait to get ready til he has to. So this last Sunday was no different then any other, other an we had to be in Spanish Fork for our nieces blessing. So while I was getting ready he watched a show about crocheting (it was the only thing on at the time). He then went down stairs and started looking through boxes, he came up a little while later with a brown vest and some fingerless gloves. He was so proud to be wearing them, and wanted to wear them to the blessing. I told him he could wear the vest, but the gloves would have to stay at home. Turns out that Adam got them on his mission. Sweet, sweet Dorothy made them for him because she felt bad that he was always so cold. Dorothy was 80 years old when she made it for him. Adam didn't want to ruin them on his mission so he sent them home and had not seen them since and thought that they were lost. When my brother in law saw Adam he kind of laughed and told Adam he looked like an old man and Mr. Rodgers. I think Adam looked pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S-Ci6M8cAjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1q_T--2gkSs/s1600/CIMG2927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S-Ci6M8cAjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1q_T--2gkSs/s320/CIMG2927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467549068418613810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do yo think?&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/7771902756703649158-1575449072698903082?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1575449072698903082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1575449072698903082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1575449072698903082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1575449072698903082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-sunday-mornings-adam-wait-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S-Ci6M8cAjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1q_T--2gkSs/s72-c/CIMG2927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-452034690408540426</id><published>2010-04-30T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:15:16.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper wreath</title><content type='html'>So normally for a baby shower I make diaper cakes, but this time I decided to try something different. I made a diaper wreath! My friend is having her baby shower tomorrow and I wanted to do something different. They are so easy to make, and they DON'T take as many diapers to make them. I think I used like 20 total compared to the 80 some odd ones I use on a cake.&lt;br /&gt;This is the out come of all the diapers, ribbon, and fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9tSdHPReCI/AAAAAAAAAco/_wgvtx-un4A/s1600/CIMG2926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9tSdHPReCI/AAAAAAAAAco/_wgvtx-un4A/s320/CIMG2926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466053232857020450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple outfits that go with it, but I have it in a separate bag. I can't wait for her to see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-452034690408540426?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/452034690408540426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=452034690408540426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/452034690408540426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/452034690408540426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/04/diaper-wreath.html' title='Diaper wreath'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9tSdHPReCI/AAAAAAAAAco/_wgvtx-un4A/s72-c/CIMG2926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2729893204929384817</id><published>2010-04-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:25:55.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend was Adam's first drill. He got to wake up at 0645 hours and had to be to Spanish Fork at 0745. From there Adam got to enjoy a fun afternoon playing with air soft guns. Or as Adam puts it he got to play with the air soft nerds and beat them at their own game. When he got home he had a nice sun burn line where his hat had been, it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was gone on Saturday I got to have my sister Megan over and we watched The Princess and the Frog and I did her hair and we took pictures of her at the park. It was my first time watching Princess and the Frog, and it was really cute I thought. We also had a fun time running around getting everything ready for my brother's prom night. It was his first time going to Prom and he had a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Megan my one and only sister. Everyone says we look a lot alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9mHb8SQ_BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Q2v3bkw9rg8/s1600/CIMG2920_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9mHb8SQ_BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Q2v3bkw9rg8/s320/CIMG2920_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465548536899763218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and her hair is suppose to be curly, but her hair would not do anything I wanted it to do. So this is what we ended up with. I still think she looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9mHbVHa8TI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RBDqLvT-r4I/s1600/CIMG2915_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9mHbVHa8TI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RBDqLvT-r4I/s320/CIMG2915_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465548526385295666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9mHamEajwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g7ZgKBPAY3A/s1600/CIMG2904_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9mHamEajwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g7ZgKBPAY3A/s320/CIMG2904_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465548513756221186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I got to go to church all by myself for the first time, and what do you know, I still don't have a partner for the nursery and since Adam was gone I didn't have anyone to help me. I tell you what though, it was hard with 9 kids in there. Lucky for me someone from the bishopric came in to bring his granddaughter and I got him to help me for a little bit. I love the little kids when they get ready to go because they love that time because it's called Bubble Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's Sunday drill he got to do PT which is physical training. PT consists of 3 areas which are: Running, push ups, and sit ups. He barely didn't pass each part, in the running he missed my 11 sec. 16 sit ups and 2 push ups. He was so close, but I know he'll do better and pass next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-2729893204929384817?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2729893204929384817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2729893204929384817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2729893204929384817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2729893204929384817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time For Everything'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S9mHb8SQ_BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Q2v3bkw9rg8/s72-c/CIMG2920_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1114266481770263409</id><published>2010-04-06T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:18:59.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend...and a little Easter.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was General Conference, and my parents were able to get tickets for the whole family. Well, Every one but Jason, we didn't know if he'd be home in time to come with us. When we found out that he would be home my parent's bishop tried to find an extra ticket but sadly could not. So my mom decided that she would give Jason her ticket and she would try to get in by doing the standby tickets. Well when she got to the line she told her story to one of the ushers and he told her if one of us would bring our ticket down to prove that she was telling the truth then he would let her in even though he did not have an extra ticket to give her. It was so nice to have the whole family there, I love listening to the speakers and what they have to say. It was Megan's(my little sister) first time going and man I could tell that she was so board out of her mind. I think she may have fallen asleep at one point. I remember doing the same thing when I went at her age. Adam sometimes still falls asleep, but can help it. They turn the light down, your sitting in a nice seat, and the speakers just have that voice that calms you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that it did not snow while we were up there or even rain for that matter. For the past two years I have been lucky enough to go two or three times and every time with out fell it rains on us and it is always cold. Every time I go to conference there is always those people that protest against us and what not. Telling us that we are going to hell and that we don't believe in GOD. Well this time there was not as many as there has been in the past. About two years ago when Adam and I got to go together for the first time there was a man walking around in a devil suit. It was so funny to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After conference we walked around Temple square and took a couple of pictures. and here they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our temple, in July it will have been two years since we got sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tddT3QWUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/d5wDu283fxY/s1600/CIMG2891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tddT3QWUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/d5wDu283fxY/s320/CIMG2891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457058131619109186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tdc7gMadI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FB4ItKfvjP0/s1600/CIMG2886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tdc7gMadI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FB4ItKfvjP0/s320/CIMG2886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457058125079931346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tdb-edZuI/AAAAAAAAAb4/aReuNd-fqo4/s1600/CIMG2889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tdb-edZuI/AAAAAAAAAb4/aReuNd-fqo4/s320/CIMG2889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457058108698093282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tdbc2FmJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BOw2AHyeiR0/s1600/CIMG2893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tdbc2FmJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BOw2AHyeiR0/s320/CIMG2893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457058099670390930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Families Are Forever&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/7771902756703649158-1114266481770263409?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1114266481770263409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1114266481770263409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1114266481770263409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1114266481770263409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/04/conference-weekendand-little-easter.html' title='Conference Weekend...and a little Easter.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7tddT3QWUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/d5wDu283fxY/s72-c/CIMG2891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4846617730383154982</id><published>2010-04-02T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:58:11.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess the SECRET is OUT!</title><content type='html'>I guess it 's now no secret anymore. Adam and I have had a secret since November and we have not told anyone about it. Even our own parents, and family did not know until yesterday. Adam joined the National Guard yesterday. It's been a long time coming and it's not just something we jumped into. We have researched it a lot, and prayed about it, and we both feel really good about it. Ever since we have been dating we knew that Adam would join, the question was WHEN? Back when we got married he had planned to join then and leave just a few months after we got married, but that fell though. Since then we have put it off because we knew we would have to be apart for at least 6 months and we both were not looking forward to that. Finally in November 2009 Adam took what's call the ASVAB, which is the entrance exam to enlist in the army. Adam has now taken this a totally of 3 times now since high school. He almost got a perfect score each time and this time is miss 2 or 3, I can't remember exactly. Any who on with the story, Adam had to lose 20 pound to even get started on joining and he did it in like 7 weeks. I'm so proud of him for doing it. The reason we didn't tell anyone about it was because we didn't want anyone to know until it was official and we had his leave date and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Adam will be leaving for boot camp on July 25,2010, which is just before our 2 year anniversary. He will be going to Fort Benning in Georgia, he'll be there for 9 weeks and 4 days. I can't wait till he is done because then I can go down for his graduation and see him. Don't worry I won't be going alone, my wonderful Mom has volunteered to go along since she knows where she is going down there(She did it back in Oct. 2008 when my brother Jason graduated). After that Adam will head to Texas for AIT school and he'll be training to be a 68W which stands for Health Care Specialist. His training there will last a long 18 weeks I believe. Which means he'll come home at the end of February 2011. Don't worry though he'll get to come home for Christmas! When he returns he'll join his unit for monthly drills, he's unit is called the 1457th Engineer Battalion which is based in American Fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7XxlnsYF6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/lBYWdI2ssMw/s1600/CIMG2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455532152241788834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7XxlnsYF6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/lBYWdI2ssMw/s320/CIMG2884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the uniform my wonderful husband get to wear....and I might add he looks pretty darn good in it! I always though he looked amazing in it while he did ROTC when we met.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited to get this going on the road because now we have a way to pay for school and we are that much closer to starting our family. I'm so proud of Adam for what he is doing, he has wanted to join since he was a little boy, and as an adult he has felt very strong that he needed to join. I love him so much, and even though it's going to be super hard for the both of us while he is gone I know when can do it. Hey, and what's that saying that says "Time makes the heart grow founder", I think that's it. I will also have my friends and family to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing we are hoping to sale our house by July before he leaves, I really don't want to deal with that on my own. We are selling just so we can save money and send me to school. We really have not told anyone about this either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4846617730383154982?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4846617730383154982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4846617730383154982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4846617730383154982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4846617730383154982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-guess-secret-is-out.html' title='I guess the SECRET is OUT!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7XxlnsYF6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/lBYWdI2ssMw/s72-c/CIMG2884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7206770207233113731</id><published>2010-03-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:17:58.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's the best!</title><content type='html'>Adam really is the best husband ever. For the past month he has been helping in nursery, the reason for that it because my partner in nursery got released and I have not got a new one yet. So Adam has skipped out on Young Mens to help me in nursery. Adam is always saying how lucky I am to sit and play during church, eat snacks, and blow bubbles. Mostly he likes the bubbles. Well he got his wish and gets to be with me until they find someone to help me. All the kids love him, they sit and laugh and play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7FsvADd3lI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G2r9ZVdJY_8/s1600/CIMG2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7FsvADd3lI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G2r9ZVdJY_8/s320/CIMG2865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454260178446573138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he did this last Sunday, while he was in there the kids climb on top of him. It was so funny to watch. In our toy closet we found some dress-up stuff, mostly just different hats. Boy did those kids love them.  Adam loves the last five minutes of class because that means he get to put all the toys away and blow grape flavored bubbles for the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7206770207233113731?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7206770207233113731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7206770207233113731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7206770207233113731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7206770207233113731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/03/adams-best.html' title='Adam&apos;s the best!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S7FsvADd3lI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G2r9ZVdJY_8/s72-c/CIMG2865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2242220012349276515</id><published>2010-03-02T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:05:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mother-in-law I never Knew.</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late on it, but yesterday March 1, 2010 marked the anniversary of something Adam will never forget. Adam's mom Jane Ann died at the young age of 32 due to heart related issues. Adam was six years old and remembers that day like it was yesterday. Which is pretty amazing for a six year old. As of yesterday it happened 20 years ago. Today Adam and I took flowers to her grave in Spanish Fork. Jane loved daisies so that's what we got. Ever since I met Adam and heard about his mom Jane Ann, I have never &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"  &gt;ONCE&lt;/span&gt; heard anything negative about her. Everyone who knew here said only great things about her. Everyone says that she was the sweetest most kind women you have ever met. When someone says something like that you may think that they are just being nice since it was Adam's mom...But really everyone says it, no negatives about her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met Adam and found out that he was from Spanish Fork and I was from Payson. I just had to make fun of how Spanish Fork High has a PET rock...Really they do...Us cool people from Payson will sometimes even paint it Green and in return they paint our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; red(they never do get enough paint because the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; always ends up Pink). Anyway, Adam told me how his mom was the Student Body President or something to that effect, well she was the one who decided that Spanish Fork should get a PET rock. After that I can no longer make fun of the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing all the great things about Jane Ann it makes me sad that I won't get to met her for a long time to come. I wish she was here sometimes, I think she and I would get along perfectly. I wish I could have met here along with the rest of Adam's family. I love hearing stories about her from Adam, he is always talking about her and the memories he has of her. He remembers so much about his mom. Which I'm so happy for, since he was only six when she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to the mother-in-law I never knew, and can't wait to met one day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for bringing Adam into this world, so that I could met him and marry him.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you were only here for 6 years of Adam's life, you were one of the biggest influences he had to become a better person and go on a mission. I love you and can't wait to tell my kids about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-2242220012349276515?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2242220012349276515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2242220012349276515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2242220012349276515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2242220012349276515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/03/mother-in-law-i-never-knew.html' title='The mother-in-law I never Knew.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8380284218468513363</id><published>2010-02-16T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:44:15.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Friday I came home from work to find this in our living room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S3ss20vrfhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q9-si68hwMY/s1600-h/CIMG2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S3ss20vrfhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q9-si68hwMY/s320/CIMG2815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438990295363190290" 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/_UO93sov_MJE/S3stkQaDBjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cur44ONCE34/s1600-h/CIMG2822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S3stkQaDBjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cur44ONCE34/s320/CIMG2822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438991075882763826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I have been looking forever, for a waffle iron, not just any waffle iron. We were looking for one that had tiny squares instead of the big ones. We both grew up with the little squares, so we wanted one for ourselves. Well afters searching and searching we could never find one, until....One day I looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shopko&lt;/span&gt; and there it was. I was so happy that Adam got it for me! That night Adam made me his special waffles, it's a recipe that Grandma P gave us, it has heavy cream in it. Hence why we don't make it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my flowers he got me too, I love getting flowers. I never have gotten flowers from a boy until I married Adam and he has gotten them for me a couple times now. My favorite flower is the daisy, they are so simple and ever so perfect. They were our wedding flowers too. Adam and I have even planted them in our front flower bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Valentines Day was on Sunday and it was my year to make breakfast for Adam for Valentines day. I decided that I would do it Saturday morning instead so we would have more time. I made him pink heart shaped french toast, eggs, and orange juice(just normal, not PINK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S3ss3gFB-FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VWPb5nVGjY0/s1600-h/CIMG2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S3ss3gFB-FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VWPb5nVGjY0/s320/CIMG2820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438990306995468370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got him his present early this year, I got him Scrubs season 6. Adam and I love watching Scrubs, they are so funny and we currently own seasons 1-6 and I'm waiting for our season 7 to get here in the mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8380284218468513363?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8380284218468513363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8380284218468513363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8380284218468513363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8380284218468513363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-friday-i-came-home-from-work-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S3ss20vrfhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q9-si68hwMY/s72-c/CIMG2815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7879326140775625698</id><published>2010-01-30T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:51:19.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S HERE!!!!!  FINALLY</title><content type='html'>After nine months of waiting....Ella Jane is finally here! We are so happy for Jon and Alli. Ella was born on January 29, 2010 at 3:26 P.m. She was 19.5 inches longs and 7lbs 7oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxZ6t6W6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kBKyTWCAKV8/s1600-h/CIMG2796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxZ6t6W6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kBKyTWCAKV8/s320/CIMG2796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432591740588153762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxZXVcXcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Mc5y57hN6Fs/s1600-h/CIMG2798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxZXVcXcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Mc5y57hN6Fs/s320/CIMG2798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432591731090283970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxY7HII2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/dLqdAhAfqfQ/s1600-h/CIMG2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxY7HII2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/dLqdAhAfqfQ/s320/CIMG2797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432591723514045282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxYCZAHpI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZBr5nBeskwE/s1600-h/CIMG2795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxYCZAHpI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZBr5nBeskwE/s320/CIMG2795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432591708288196242" 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/7771902756703649158-7879326140775625698?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7879326140775625698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7879326140775625698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7879326140775625698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7879326140775625698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-here-finally.html' title='SHE&apos;S HERE!!!!!  FINALLY'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S2RxZ6t6W6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kBKyTWCAKV8/s72-c/CIMG2796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8302183612957068246</id><published>2010-01-29T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:16:57.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's coming</title><content type='html'>My sister in law Alli is in Labor!!!!! I'm so excited...Only a couple hours more and I will be an aunt one again.&lt;br /&gt;More info to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8302183612957068246?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8302183612957068246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8302183612957068246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8302183612957068246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8302183612957068246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-coming.html' title='She&apos;s coming'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8669362214937716986</id><published>2010-01-19T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:43:22.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip flops to shoe...Warm sun to cold snow...</title><content type='html'>Yes in fact as you may have guessed it, Adam and I went down yet again to warm, sunny Arizona. We went down for his cousin, Janessa's wedding reception. She got married on 12/31/2009 in the San Diego Temple, Adam and I could not afford to go to both the wedding and the reception so we decided to go to Arizona. We left last Wednesday and drove through the night, after I got off work, we left at 8pm and got to Mesa, Arizona at 8am. It was a long drive, normally it does not take us that long to get there.....but we hit the snow storm in Beaver and ended up going 30-35mph on a 20 mile stretch through the Canyon. Then we both got really tired and could not stay up any longer, so we took a power nap of 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. It's awesome what a power nap will do.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never eaten at Nelson's Frozen custard...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; should go right now. They have one in Bountiful, Salt Lake City, and St. George...The best one though is in Mesa Arizona. I felt so guilty while down there I had one every day and on Saturday(our last day there) I had TWO! TWO...can you believe it...but to be fair one was a small and the other was a normal size.&lt;br /&gt;The Reception was wonderful, Adam and I help set up for it and it took us 3 hours...Lets just say I should not have worn my high heel boots during that time...My feet were killing me after we got back at 10pm. One thing I loved about her wedding was her gift table. It was under a tree, and we hung all different kinds of bird cages in the tree. It looked awesome and I was not smart enough to take a picture of it. Darn me.&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha I almost forgot the best part of Arizona..besides being with family...the Fruit...I love the fruit we get while we're down there and we get to pick it of the trees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;(since Adam's family has the fruit trees in their back yards)...we got oranges, Lemons, and Grapefruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our yummy oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmDfVhWfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8ltG8FIP3Ug/s1600-h/CIMG2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmDfVhWfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8ltG8FIP3Ug/s320/CIMG2794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429201560932538866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may not be able to tell, but this lemon is BIG...it's about 5.5inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmC94lM8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-O_XRqO4TEU/s1600-h/CIMG2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmC94lM8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-O_XRqO4TEU/s320/CIMG2792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429201551952786370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our lemons, and grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmCIklirI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HAhMuOlEtac/s1600-h/CIMG2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmCIklirI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HAhMuOlEtac/s320/CIMG2793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429201537641843378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home we stopped by the cliff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dwellers&lt;/span&gt;(at lease that's what they call it.) This lady back in the 20's car broke down and she loved the area so much that she later bought it and build her house around the rocks that had fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam standing in front of the ladies house that she build around the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hlI-PQ2qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jSaXqsu_Sjc/s1600-h/CIMG2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hlI-PQ2qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jSaXqsu_Sjc/s320/CIMG2777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429200555615509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back side of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hlIWpeIJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HU5Bpt4FckM/s1600-h/CIMG2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hlIWpeIJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HU5Bpt4FckM/s320/CIMG2786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429200544988012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me sitting on a very cold rock...and behind me is the outhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkR2jRfOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/bS_zOQkTMqw/s1600-h/CIMG2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkR2jRfOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/bS_zOQkTMqw/s320/CIMG2782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429199608659148002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who wants ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkQ8MekZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_7HNpveFiS4/s1600-h/CIMG2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkQ8MekZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_7HNpveFiS4/s320/CIMG2778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429199592994279826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Different rocks...the one in the middle looks like a nose to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkQOdI1RI/AAAAAAAAAZg/smNlOt85VvQ/s1600-h/CIMG2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkQOdI1RI/AAAAAAAAAZg/smNlOt85VvQ/s320/CIMG2779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429199580716127506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam being Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkPe0w2YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dMrf5oym0gg/s1600-h/CIMG2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkPe0w2YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dMrf5oym0gg/s320/CIMG2787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429199567930317186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he's hiding from the rock monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkOT1cONI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3GRSIZYzzw0/s1600-h/CIMG2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hkOT1cONI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3GRSIZYzzw0/s320/CIMG2788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429199547800500434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Adam's birthday...I can't believe he is 26 years old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmj60ds7I/AAAAAAAAAag/59K8CVzD9CU/s1600-h/CIMG2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmj60ds7I/AAAAAAAAAag/59K8CVzD9CU/s320/CIMG2789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429202118065894322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice because I had the day off to get everything ready. I cleaned, cooked, and wrapped presents. Since Adam already got his big present at Christmas(His shotgun) He got a couple of small gifts...Scrubs season on DVD, awesome cuff links, Bedtime stories on DVD, oh and his favorite Dr. Pepper(but this time it was the new Dr. Pepper made with Real Sugar). His birthday dinner was small, but that's because we are going to Ruby River on Friday with his brothers and his sister. Last year you may remember the gun cake I made for him, well this year was not too exciting, I made him better than sex cake. Everyone loved it, which I'm happy about since it was my first time making it. I love Adam so much, and would do anything for him. I hope you had a wonderful birthday my Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8669362214937716986?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8669362214937716986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8669362214937716986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8669362214937716986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8669362214937716986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/01/flip-flops-to-shoewarm-sun-to-cold-snow.html' title='Flip flops to shoe...Warm sun to cold snow...'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S1hmDfVhWfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8ltG8FIP3Ug/s72-c/CIMG2794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3292739808246416971</id><published>2010-01-09T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:51:35.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TOday&lt;/span&gt; is my wonderful sister in law's baby shower. She is having a baby girl sometime with in the next 4 weeks! I'm so excited...I have decided that it is really hard when buying things for family members....why you may ask...because I want to buy so much! There are way too many things that I could buy. I ended up making a Diaper cake, if you have not made one before there are very fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdKHw6wZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hLFfCkA5dZA/s1600-h/CIMG2763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdKHw6wZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hLFfCkA5dZA/s320/CIMG2763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424828917120418194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The headbands my mom made for me, and the bows I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdJh-oanI/AAAAAAAAAZA/V_fQhsCxAA0/s1600-h/CIMG2775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdJh-oanI/AAAAAAAAAZA/V_fQhsCxAA0/s320/CIMG2775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424828906977389170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things I got for her..Shoes, med giver thing, a nursing cover(it's the brown and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;polka&lt;/span&gt; dot thing).&lt;br /&gt;Lotion, bum powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdI3F7KLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dIqVqSO-rBE/s1600-h/CIMG2764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdI3F7KLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dIqVqSO-rBE/s320/CIMG2764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424828895465253042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cute outfit I got for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdIV8_GSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/INy_-DQGiqs/s1600-h/CIMG2765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdIV8_GSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/INy_-DQGiqs/s320/CIMG2765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424828886569392418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdHzrpBDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rxx1kJhr580/s1600-h/CIMG2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdHzrpBDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rxx1kJhr580/s320/CIMG2766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424828877369836594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so excited for Alli and Jon...Both Adam and I can't wait to met Little Alli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3292739808246416971?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3292739808246416971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3292739808246416971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3292739808246416971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3292739808246416971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='TOday...'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/S0jdKHw6wZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hLFfCkA5dZA/s72-c/CIMG2763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2968833551431868407</id><published>2009-12-27T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:15:53.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas TIME...Warning...Picture overload.</title><content type='html'>So Christmas was a blast! I just loved watching Adam open his presents...the best one was him opening his Gun( I got him a Remington 870 home defense shotgun), and then opening his bullet shaped cuff links.(if you didn't know Adam loves cuff links, he is always wearing them to church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze2p0vzH6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/z8m7RfuvUi0/s1600-h/CIMG2721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze2p0vzH6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/z8m7RfuvUi0/s320/CIMG2721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420001506213699490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze28tsC-WI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VFf90PmTwoM/s1600-h/CIMG2722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze28tsC-WI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VFf90PmTwoM/s320/CIMG2722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420001830736427362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had to be at his parents house at nine we woke up at 7:20 and opened our presents from each other, I am so grateful for Adam. He listened to what I wanted and got it for me. I got a ring to wear to work-because I don't wear my wedding ring to work, due to the fact that I once had a diamond come lose and had to get it tightened again-I really don't want to lose my diamonds. I got cooling racks, a wonder bra from Victoria secret-I love it-, pants, Scrubs season 1 on DVD, candy, and other stuff I can't remember at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's getting so excited to open his presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze39XxNkiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kFhF9yChZKc/s1600-h/CIMG2724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze39XxNkiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kFhF9yChZKc/s320/CIMG2724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420002941544010274" 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/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze39wsFMxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BzMg5Tu2RhA/s1600-h/CIMG2728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze39wsFMxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BzMg5Tu2RhA/s320/CIMG2728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420002948233376530" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze3-Z_DKsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NRsEDzIuDXY/s1600-h/CIMG2729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze3-Z_DKsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NRsEDzIuDXY/s320/CIMG2729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420002959318788802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze3-9Htv0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/VdEGlMk-gIQ/s1600-h/CIMG2726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze3-9Htv0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/VdEGlMk-gIQ/s320/CIMG2726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420002968750374722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my Dixon Christmas Party, I love going and spending time with them. We had lots of fun, we went sledding with the cousins. Adam and I have not gone sledding with each other before, and it was a blast. We went to a ladies house that lives by my aunt in Bountiful, who decorates her house for Christmas and goes all out for it. It takes her 2.5 months to do it all. There is a Christmas village that she has and it takes her two weeks just to put that all together. The have so many Christmas trees that I have lost count. Every room has one in it, and even the bathrooms a decorated. Every time you walk into a room you get a different smell. This lady has been doing it for 30 years now. I just can't imagine doing that every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year during our Christmas party each family does something to add to our Christmas program, besides just having a nativity. This year Adam read a book that his Grandma would read to them every Christmas Eve. It's called, "The Cat on the Dovrefill". All the little kids enjoyed the story, my cousins mouthed a song while using the lips as the mouth, and their chin as the nose and head. It was pretty funny to watch them do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam making a pose before going down the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze3_eB-QlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NRj3ntM2DoY/s1600-h/CIMG2730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze3_eB-QlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NRj3ntM2DoY/s320/CIMG2730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420002977584661074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys racing(left to right: Roscoe, Adam, Jacob, Ricky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze56RICqJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xTOkNqABm4A/s1600-h/CIMG2731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze56RICqJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xTOkNqABm4A/s320/CIMG2731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005087244363922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me taking a picture of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze565vavoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aUK1hESg6L0/s1600-h/CIMG2732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze565vavoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aUK1hESg6L0/s320/CIMG2732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005098146938498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us sledding for the first time as a married couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze57WK-WzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3LS33BZJP2I/s1600-h/CIMG2733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze57WK-WzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3LS33BZJP2I/s320/CIMG2733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005105778711346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam reading the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze58Pd3RgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Za279QUGcLs/s1600-h/CIMG2734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze58Pd3RgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Za279QUGcLs/s320/CIMG2734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005121158759938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quilt that my mom is making for my brother who is in the army, she is almost done with it, and then we can send it off to be quilted. Everyone in my family helped make the blocks for it. I did the two of them, one is the 3rd from the left and 4 down. The other one I did is the bottom right corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze58ppE3wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9mXhyBb_vwg/s1600-h/CIMG2735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze58ppE3wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9mXhyBb_vwg/s320/CIMG2735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005128185110274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Left to right: Savanna, Rebecca, and Jessica) Sing their hearts out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7dry1CBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/s9qdHlAW7Iw/s1600-h/CIMG2739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7dry1CBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/s9qdHlAW7Iw/s320/CIMG2739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420006795210197010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the ladies Christmas house. She made a village in her window above the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7eC0drxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/SYkZj_Y0ugc/s1600-h/CIMG2750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7eC0drxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/SYkZj_Y0ugc/s320/CIMG2750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420006801391070994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only took pictures of two of the Christmas tree, this one has the village under it. That takes two weeks to build.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7ejJeggI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UgZ7KP-Npzo/s1600-h/CIMG2756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7ejJeggI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UgZ7KP-Npzo/s320/CIMG2756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420006810069139970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side of the village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7fIzNS5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Mch-ZhrDvE0/s1600-h/CIMG2758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7fIzNS5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Mch-ZhrDvE0/s320/CIMG2758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420006820176284562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree at the top of the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7fv4VVrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/p9AemRyHG1Y/s1600-h/CIMG2761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze7fv4VVrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/p9AemRyHG1Y/s320/CIMG2761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420006830666766002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note to my Wonderful Aunt, Here is the recipe for the White Chili I made:&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1lb. Boneless, skinless chicken breasts. (cute into 1/2" cubes.&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp. garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. Veg. oil(or canola)&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans(15 oz each) Great Northern Beans. Rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;1 Can (14 oz) Chicken broth( I use bullion cubes and make two cups worth)&lt;br /&gt;1 Can (4 oz) chopped green chilies&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Oregano&lt;br /&gt;1/8-1/4 tsp. cayenne pepper( I do 1/8)&lt;br /&gt;1 C. Sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. Whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;In large pan, saute chicken, onion and garlic powder in oil until chicken is no longer Pink. Add beans, broth, chilies, and other seasonings(besides the sour cream and whipping cream). Bring to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer for 30 mins.Uncovered(I put my stove at low) After that add in Sour cream and Whipping cream.&lt;br /&gt;For the batch that I made for the party I made 1 and a half batches of it. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-2968833551431868407?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2968833551431868407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2968833551431868407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2968833551431868407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2968833551431868407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas TIME...Warning...Picture overload.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sze2p0vzH6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/z8m7RfuvUi0/s72-c/CIMG2721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8139911975670547466</id><published>2009-12-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:04:10.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the Season...</title><content type='html'>Tis' the Season to be Jolly and Joyous...&lt;br /&gt;It really is the Season of joy and happiness. I love this time of year because it's when you start to make tons of goodies to give to neighbor and friends. Adam and I started last year by making bread for our neighbors(because we were poor newly weds, and we still are poor), and each of them love Adam's bread. So there was no way we were going to get out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; making the bread this year. Over the weekend our bananas looked about right and we make 6 lofts of banana nut bread. We also make 2 batches of home make caramels! I love making them, I got the recipe from my wonderful Grandma Dixon. It's one you do in the microwave, but it taste just as good as any other recipe you do on the stove with out the mess of it.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love about this time of year is putting up the Christmas tree and wrapping presents...Yes I did say I love wrapping presents. I loved it before I got married and would wrap presents for my mom. Then I got married and Adam wanted to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; ribbon to put on the presents. I tell you what, it makes the presents look that much better. I love making the presents look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SyZFIbylNSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/as-dNVYcHnI/s1600-h/CIMG2716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SyZFIbylNSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/as-dNVYcHnI/s320/CIMG2716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415091613160781090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I know Christmas isn't about the gift and that. I know we need to remember the true meaning of Christmas. Next week in Nursery we get to teach the children about the true meaning of Christmas and tell them the story of the nativity. I can't wait, I just hope that they are in a good mood that day and are not running around driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8139911975670547466?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8139911975670547466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8139911975670547466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8139911975670547466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8139911975670547466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; the Season...'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SyZFIbylNSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/as-dNVYcHnI/s72-c/CIMG2716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3747881346418003920</id><published>2009-11-22T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:38:01.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a good Saturday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a great Saturday. I got to sleep in with Adam til 9 o'clock, which never really happens. If you have ever heard of "For Every Body Outlet"-which is in Lindon. Every year around Thanksgiving they have a sale and you can get candles that are normally 6 dollars and up for like 2.50. My mom and I go every year, I always have to get the blackberry tart. It smells so so good.  I love going there every year with my mom, and there is always so much I want to get but I have to limit myself so I don't spend a ton of money. ha ha I'm sure you all know how that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sister-in-law is having a baby is February and I keep thinking of stuff that I could get her. Well I decided I really like Korker ribbon bows. So I search how to make them and I did it last night. I love making craft stuff! I think they turned out so good, and I could not stop making them. I even made more when I got home from church, because I decided they would make great Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three of the different ones I made last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Swmui89hCdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GzXQxJHP63A/s1600/CIMG2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Swmui89hCdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GzXQxJHP63A/s320/CIMG2709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407044743137921490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is all the ones I made last night. I don't have pictures of the ones I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SwmujXhaPGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Tj0OWkaHfC0/s1600/CIMG2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SwmujXhaPGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Tj0OWkaHfC0/s320/CIMG2710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407044750267792482" 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/7771902756703649158-3747881346418003920?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3747881346418003920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3747881346418003920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3747881346418003920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3747881346418003920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-good-saturday.html' title='It was a good Saturday'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Swmui89hCdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GzXQxJHP63A/s72-c/CIMG2709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-186558950639532355</id><published>2009-11-14T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:24:45.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>layoffs, and babysitting.</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been a little busy but full of fun for Adam and I. Just to rewind a little...last week Adam's brother Jon told him that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goodfellow&lt;/span&gt;(who Adam works for) was going to have layoffs soon. We didn't think it was actually going to happen because they have said it before and it never happens. Well they did they layoff 4 people in the shop, which now leave 4. Adam was not of them to get layoff, which I am so happy! Now that there is only 4 people in the shop Adam will be a little bit more busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I was at work my sister in law Dacie called me to see if we could watch her little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jocilynn&lt;/span&gt;. Of course we said yes, so from 5:30-9:30 we watched her while Dacie was at work. Dacie said that she had not had a nap that day and would probably fall asleep right after dinner...Boy she was wrong. She stayed up the whole time she was with us, we even pretended to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; in hopes that she would fall asleep....any who, we again watch her today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Surprise&lt;/span&gt;!...Darcie said that she did not sleep very well, I'm thinking it's Adam's fault because he kept being the nice uncle who gives kids candy. I kept hoping she was going to fall asleep all morning, but she didn't. Then 2 o' clock rolls and around and she wasn't playing like she normally would with us. So I picked her up and started to cuddle with her, and about 1-2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later she was out. YES! yahoo! I'm so happy she is taking a nap, maybe she will stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; til her mom gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's just a little update of our weekend. Now it's off to finishing laundry, and watching the horrible snow fall on my lawn. Bring on the cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-186558950639532355?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/186558950639532355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=186558950639532355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/186558950639532355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/186558950639532355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/11/layoffs-and-babysitting.html' title='layoffs, and babysitting.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-5462102654940798926</id><published>2009-11-02T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:39:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>First off the only cake that I am really good at making is cheese cake. I have only make one other cake since being married and that was &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-fun.html"&gt;Adam's birthday cake&lt;/a&gt; that I made back in January...and my was the one who helped me make it. Anyway on with the story of the birthday cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... So I was not going to put the cake I made for my niece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Only because it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. I had this great idea of what I wanted it to look like, which we all know when we do that, something always has to go wrong. Which it DID! Sunday I was frosting it and it just kept falling apart, and there ended up having cake bites in the frosting. Then I ran out of frosting, so I had to hurry and make some more, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; I had an extra thing of cream cheese in the fridge. Then the frosting just was not doing what I wanted and I got to the point that I just gave up and left the room, and my wonderful husband finished frosting the cake for me. Which I am so happy for, because if he didn't I would have thrown the whole thing out and just went to store and got one. When I came back to finish the cake the tail part of the ghost was now starting to fall off. I couldn't take it any more. I wanted the cake to look so good, just because I was making it for someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;Well I finished it, and I still was not happy at all how it turned out. I thought everyone would hate it, but I got just he opposite reaction from everyone. THEY LOVED IT! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; even told me she wanted to eat the head...and she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Su-kA3UXkVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0PUyWFzQ5Hs/s1600-h/CIMG2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Su-kA3UXkVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0PUyWFzQ5Hs/s320/CIMG2707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399714812996850002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam come up with the boo-day part. As you can see the left arm is now falling off, but everyone loved it. It was a three layer cake...bottom:chocolate, middle: orange( I used food coloring), and the told layer was green(also done by food coloring and it was the layer that started all the problems.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-5462102654940798926?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/5462102654940798926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=5462102654940798926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5462102654940798926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5462102654940798926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-cake.html' title='The Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Su-kA3UXkVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0PUyWFzQ5Hs/s72-c/CIMG2707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8551049938252209019</id><published>2009-10-31T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:35:17.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and I</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we went and got some pictures taken of us for our Christmas cards this year. My mom was kind of enough to take them for us, even though she was sick. Thanks MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; Lot of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr8ZG3UkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dBj3UeQkno0/s1600-h/CIMG2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr8ZG3UkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dBj3UeQkno0/s320/CIMG2704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398879107330560578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr7-TC9PI/AAAAAAAAAVM/61Z7KWl8w38/s1600-h/CIMG2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr7-TC9PI/AAAAAAAAAVM/61Z7KWl8w38/s320/CIMG2703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398879100133897458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr7YnCPGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kTRs4E6ZLzI/s1600-h/CIMG2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr7YnCPGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kTRs4E6ZLzI/s320/CIMG2701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398879090017188962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr69kbyrI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oE-mS547D0I/s1600-h/CIMG2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr69kbyrI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oE-mS547D0I/s320/CIMG2700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398879082758523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylPdWf5nI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UQvy3eWqDuc/s1600-h/CIMG2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylPdWf5nI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UQvy3eWqDuc/s320/CIMG2695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871738305996402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam pushing me off the bridge J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylPHfTMQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wkyJbqykFkY/s1600-h/CIMG2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylPHfTMQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wkyJbqykFkY/s320/CIMG2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871732437332226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylNtaTDlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/k0V9ywRWuqo/s1600-h/CIMG2689.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/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylNtaTDlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/k0V9ywRWuqo/s320/CIMG2689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871708257160786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylNIIe3WI/AAAAAAAAAUc/SsD5v50qgNw/s1600-h/CIMG2689_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SuylNIIe3WI/AAAAAAAAAUc/SsD5v50qgNw/s320/CIMG2689_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871698250325346" 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/7771902756703649158-8551049938252209019?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8551049938252209019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8551049938252209019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8551049938252209019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8551049938252209019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/10/adam-and-i.html' title='Adam and I'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Suyr8ZG3UkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dBj3UeQkno0/s72-c/CIMG2704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1681075933369904230</id><published>2009-10-20T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:17:58.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft time!!</title><content type='html'>I love doing crafts, they are so much fun to do. When Adam got me my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cricut&lt;/span&gt; in July I was so excited because I can now do more crafts. One of the ladies Adam home teaches is getting married this Saturday, she happen to work at the doctor's office I work at also. I asked her what she wanted since I knew that both her and her husband to be would have most everything they needed.(seeing as they live on their own) and she told me she really wanted one of those established signs. So I made her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/St58bVKDsmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z4uIeFKmv0c/s1600-h/CIMG2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/St58bVKDsmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z4uIeFKmv0c/s320/CIMG2685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394886212614074978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to make Halloween decorations for a while now, but have never been able to get the supplies I  needed for it. Well I FINALLY did, and here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/St58a52Zy_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/GMAuZl7FDQQ/s1600-h/CIMG2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/St58a52Zy_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/GMAuZl7FDQQ/s320/CIMG2686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394886205283879922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think they both turned out great. I love being able to create something, and say that we made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1681075933369904230?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1681075933369904230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1681075933369904230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1681075933369904230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1681075933369904230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/10/craft-time.html' title='Craft time!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/St58bVKDsmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z4uIeFKmv0c/s72-c/CIMG2685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7346879237846921710</id><published>2009-10-15T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:36:32.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To those to actually look at our blog...Thank you!.....and I'm so sorry I have not updated it lately. Well our life has been crazy. Work for me is really busy right now because of all the Influenza A's that are coming in. I've been hoping and praying that I don't get it, but if I do so be it. It's crazy how hard we have been hit with it, and it's only the beginning of the flu season. Look out everyone, WASH YOUR HANDS! A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things Adam and I have done is we took the adventure of canning. We have done...Pickles(which are super good)&lt;br /&gt;Pickled garlic, I know it does not sound good, but it is really good.&lt;br /&gt;Peaches, and&lt;br /&gt;Apples.&lt;br /&gt;We also did raspberry jam, strawberry jam, and raspberry n peach jam.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud that Adam and I could do it together, it took a long time to get done, but it was worth it. We now have more to add to are &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;food storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SteVtvszfbI/AAAAAAAAATM/DkP7pmiubgw/s1600-h/CIMG2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SteVtvszfbI/AAAAAAAAATM/DkP7pmiubgw/s320/CIMG2679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392943691930500530" 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/7771902756703649158-7346879237846921710?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7346879237846921710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7346879237846921710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7346879237846921710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7346879237846921710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-those-to-actually-look-at-our-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SteVtvszfbI/AAAAAAAAATM/DkP7pmiubgw/s72-c/CIMG2679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3618683048163149078</id><published>2009-09-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:13:50.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>My Mom after many years of paying for school pictures for my brothers and then always getting them back and being disappointed, has given up on buying them. So for the last year or so we just take the pictures ourselves. Last night we went up Payson canyon to take picture, and I tell you what I can't believe how much my brothers have grown up. My brother Jacob is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;16&lt;/span&gt;! In just 3 short years he will be on a mission. My brother Roscoe is now 14, time sure has flown. I think their pictures turned out great, even the ones of Roscoe who does not like to smile very often. He was even sick and he was being a good sport about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zauiYflI/AAAAAAAAASU/nuvUzyBG0D4/s1600-h/CIMG2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zauiYflI/AAAAAAAAASU/nuvUzyBG0D4/s320/CIMG2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798738643549778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zZ8EiYdI/AAAAAAAAASM/mTTW_tVVjlU/s1600-h/CIMG2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zZ8EiYdI/AAAAAAAAASM/mTTW_tVVjlU/s320/CIMG2627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798725096595922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zZZwt4BI/AAAAAAAAASE/p66SxKN8HsU/s1600-h/CIMG2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zZZwt4BI/AAAAAAAAASE/p66SxKN8HsU/s320/CIMG2625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798715886657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zY2ayBVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qlYfUhxe_hM/s1600-h/CIMG2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zY2ayBVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qlYfUhxe_hM/s320/CIMG2623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798706399413586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zYQ0KAHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GVMfbZ7fyR8/s1600-h/CIMG2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zYQ0KAHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GVMfbZ7fyR8/s320/CIMG2621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798696305295474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44FGKoNUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/UK_9Sld0KSc/s1600-h/CIMG2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44FGKoNUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/UK_9Sld0KSc/s320/CIMG2653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385803864587384130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44Ef3CBJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eQCxFBuXWhQ/s1600-h/CIMG2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44Ef3CBJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eQCxFBuXWhQ/s320/CIMG2647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385803854304642194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44D2bt8jI/AAAAAAAAASs/07w1A0vueUc/s1600-h/CIMG2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44D2bt8jI/AAAAAAAAASs/07w1A0vueUc/s320/CIMG2642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385803843184226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam showing Jacob and Roscoe how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44C9cWmLI/AAAAAAAAASc/IH71tY4-j2Y/s1600-h/CIMG2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr44C9cWmLI/AAAAAAAAASc/IH71tY4-j2Y/s320/CIMG2636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385803827886069938" 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/7771902756703649158-3618683048163149078?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3618683048163149078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3618683048163149078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3618683048163149078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3618683048163149078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/09/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sr4zauiYflI/AAAAAAAAASU/nuvUzyBG0D4/s72-c/CIMG2632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-5900520408699002147</id><published>2009-09-22T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:24:42.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard at work</title><content type='html'>It's been really busy these past few weeks. Not in the means of work itself, but just in general our lives are busy as always. I'm proud to say that Adam does not have the heart condition that his mom, aunt, and grandpa died of. Dr. Wang said that none of the tests showed anything that suggest that he has it. He is just as likely to die of a heart condition as you or me are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!:) Makes me love Adam that much more, knowing that I will have him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now I have been wanting to put up a shelf in our front room, I just didn't want to pay for one. The ones I looked at that I wanted were all 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; dollars or more. So Adam and I went to D.I.(oh ya) and I tell you what we got a great deal. I got a shelf, two old sifters(for my shelf in the kitchen when it's done), and old bike thing for my shelf...all for 15 dollars! On the sifters, one was 10 and the other was 15, but the nice lady said if we bought both she'd give us a deal. I'm thinking oh she'll give both of them to us for 20 dollars. Boy was I wrong she gave both of them to us for 10 dollars total. So we spent just as much as we would on ONE sifter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SrlpnuoR_oI/AAAAAAAAARs/wF3APNJXZ5A/s1600-h/CIMG2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SrlpnuoR_oI/AAAAAAAAARs/wF3APNJXZ5A/s320/CIMG2609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384450960750935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it! I want to thank my wonderful husband for putting it up for me. Thanks Adam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is going to make our lives busy is Adam's cousin Janessa(who is up here from Arizona for hair school) just got engaged. So she is getting married at the end of December in San Diego. We still can't decided weather or not we want to got to California or got to Arizona for the reception. I'm so excited to go down either way to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in February we get to welcome our new niece or nephew, whichever it may be. I'm so excited Jon and Allie get to find out what they are having next week. I'm so excited to have another little baby in the family. I think I'm more excited to go out and buy baby clothes for him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-5900520408699002147?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/5900520408699002147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=5900520408699002147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5900520408699002147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5900520408699002147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/09/hard-at-work.html' title='Hard at work'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SrlpnuoR_oI/AAAAAAAAARs/wF3APNJXZ5A/s72-c/CIMG2609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3344948611501168876</id><published>2009-09-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:41:35.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we ever forget?</title><content type='html'>Can we or ever will we forget September 11, 2001? I know for me I will never forget what happened that day. I remember exactly what I did that day, I was in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. We should never forget what happened that day, when so many people died. Mothers, fathers, friends, sons, and daughter. Some were heroes, others were just at work trying to earn money for their families. The ones in the plan were off to various destinations, not thinking anything like this could of happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Adam got home today from work he told what he heard on the radio. He was listening to Glenn Beck (BIG surprise), well Glenn was playing different audio clips from that day, and one of them touched my heart. A women who worked at one of the towers was unable to escape because she was above the fire and they had no where to go. So she called her family and must of left a message. She went on telling her family that she loved them so much, telling them that she got to work and a bomb must have gone off. She kept telling her family that she loved them. It brakes my heart to think about what she was thinking about. Did she know she was going to die? Did she know what was really going on at all? What would you be thinking about if you knew you were going to die in that situation. I know I would call Adam and tell him how much I loved him. I can't being to think about it, all the family that went though all the heartache of loosing someone they loved so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3344948611501168876?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3344948611501168876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3344948611501168876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3344948611501168876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3344948611501168876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-we-ever-forget.html' title='Can we ever forget?'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-5288132452929006336</id><published>2009-09-01T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:06:59.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post time</title><content type='html'>For every season I have been trying to be good and make a wreath, and I did good for the most part. The only season I didn't do one for is summer, and that was because I never had time to do it. So here is my fall wreath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sp2oHKnz_VI/AAAAAAAAARk/sX4vMRup55Y/s1600-h/CIMG2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sp2oHKnz_VI/AAAAAAAAARk/sX4vMRup55Y/s320/CIMG2604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638371214130514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Since it is now September 1st I felt that I could now put it up. I'm very happy how it turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Adam...Well all is good as far as we know, the test went good on Thursday. We don't get the actually assessment until next week when we can go see Dr. Wang again, and he'll tell us what is going on for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Payson's&lt;/span&gt; Onion Days, I love this time of year and I'm so excited this year because I'll actually be able to enjoy it. Last year we were moving in and I was cleaning the whole time. I love walking around the park and seeing what everyone has for sale. Enjoy the weekend and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-5288132452929006336?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/5288132452929006336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=5288132452929006336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5288132452929006336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5288132452929006336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-post-time.html' title='Quick post time'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sp2oHKnz_VI/AAAAAAAAARk/sX4vMRup55Y/s72-c/CIMG2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-5052133393706057629</id><published>2009-08-24T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:17:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking to back when I was in Young Women's every year we would go try on wedding dresses. Which is so much fun!!! Then when we had New Beginnings, or Young Women in Excellent I helped put together this picture fame. One side had a picture of the girl in the wedding dress they tried on and on other side was a poem my mom wrote called Temple Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temple Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;In look in the mirror, and the fantasy begins&lt;br /&gt;I no longer see a girl, but a beautiful maiden.&lt;br /&gt;A princess so fair and beautiful to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands in front of a building.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so beautiful and tall&lt;br /&gt;with spires that reach heavenward&lt;br /&gt;to that kingdom above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this picture is a fantasy of what may be,&lt;br /&gt;it is up to me to make it a reality.&lt;br /&gt;So I will learn to live the standards that I repeat.&lt;br /&gt;To study the scriptures and use them to solve&lt;br /&gt;solutions that I seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will kneel in prayer to find that friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who will lead me and guide me&lt;br /&gt;though joys and darkness ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing these things I know I will make&lt;br /&gt;this fantasy the reality that I seek.&lt;br /&gt;-Laura Dixon, Feb 8 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just thinking about it, I made mine a reality when I married Adam. I'm so greatful for all his love he give to me, and to his family. For his love of the gospel, and wanting to help anyone he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpMQUPN89nI/AAAAAAAAARc/HK8vsfqt_8o/s1600-h/CIMG0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpMQUPN89nI/AAAAAAAAARc/HK8vsfqt_8o/s320/CIMG0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373656720251614834" 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/7771902756703649158-5052133393706057629?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/5052133393706057629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=5052133393706057629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5052133393706057629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/5052133393706057629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpMQUPN89nI/AAAAAAAAARc/HK8vsfqt_8o/s72-c/CIMG0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-2222227651309990521</id><published>2009-08-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:37:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beinging of the Tests.</title><content type='html'>When Adam and I first met, I had no idea he had a step mother. I thought she was his birth mother, his step mother is very kind and I'm so happy to have her in my life. Adam's birth mother died when he was only 6 years old and his mother was only 32 years old. I never really knew what she died of, except it was a heart condition. Since Adam and I have been married I have wanted to get Adam tested for it, we both thought that all he needed was an echo cardiogram(ultra sound of the heart). One night I made Adam call his Dad and find out what it was that his mom died of. Well his Dad could not remember the name of it. So we called Grandma, and she told us it was called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SADS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SADS&lt;/span&gt; stands for Sudden Arrhythmia Death Syndrome. Adam's aunt and Grandpa on his mom's side have also died of this. Since his mom had it, she had a 50% chance of passing it on to her children. Adam has one sister and one brother. There are no real signs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SADS&lt;/span&gt; except death! I really don't want to loose my husband! So I made him get set up so we go see Dr. Chin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hwang&lt;/span&gt;, well we are seeing Dr. David Wang. Before we could even go see the doctor Adam had to do some other little tests. It all started with Adam having to wear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;holter&lt;/span&gt; monitor for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Adam being my STRONG Superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpBIH8h00XI/AAAAAAAAARU/mzCiIbwdYQc/s1600-h/CIMG2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpBIH8h00XI/AAAAAAAAARU/mzCiIbwdYQc/s320/CIMG2567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372873656797286770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam showing me just how much he is enjoying the itchy tape, and just having to wear the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpBIHT2Cb8I/AAAAAAAAARM/bWNnGtIARuc/s1600-h/CIMG2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpBIHT2Cb8I/AAAAAAAAARM/bWNnGtIARuc/s320/CIMG2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372873645876211650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adam really didn't like wearing it, it said it was annoying for the most part. it was really bulky too. We went out to dinner Friday the 14 for my birthday and he had it on at the time. Well it kept making him itch, so he almost pulled the leads off a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;Other tests that he has had done in order for us to see the doctor is: An EKG, and an Echo. We get to go see Dr. David Wang on Monday, August 24 at 1 o'clock. I'm so scared to find out if he has it.&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/7771902756703649158-2222227651309990521?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/2222227651309990521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=2222227651309990521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2222227651309990521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/2222227651309990521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/08/beinging-of-tests.html' title='The beinging of the Tests.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SpBIH8h00XI/AAAAAAAAARU/mzCiIbwdYQc/s72-c/CIMG2567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3338771725427752359</id><published>2009-08-13T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:46:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry there is just a few picture in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Saturday my Mom and I are going to a baby shower for a family member. So we went in on the present together with my aunt and her girls. We went and got all the stuff and I put together a diaper cake. I love making diaper cakes, they are so much fun. I learned to make them last year, and ever since then I have now made a total of 5 cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the cake we made for Saturday(Front View)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTNRTfrglI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jpf9VK031w8/s1600-h/CIMG2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTNRTfrglI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jpf9VK031w8/s320/CIMG2565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369642352907092562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view(sorry you can't see the second outfit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTNR1tCdkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9Y7GMhofXIM/s1600-h/CIMG2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTNR1tCdkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9Y7GMhofXIM/s320/CIMG2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369642362089928258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you can't see it very well, but this is the first one I made last May for a friend at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOfHFHuUI/AAAAAAAAARE/td-ZnQnnXWM/s1600-h/CIMG0306_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOfHFHuUI/AAAAAAAAARE/td-ZnQnnXWM/s320/CIMG0306_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369643689604266306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of the diaper cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOeTIBY_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7V69Kvwo8b4/s1600-h/CIMG0307_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOeTIBY_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7V69Kvwo8b4/s320/CIMG0307_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369643675657790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this cake for my sister-in-law when she had her baby last September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOdUFox-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/fLuJhzCGBIY/s1600-h/CIMG2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOdUFox-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/fLuJhzCGBIY/s320/CIMG2217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369643658736355298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view of my sister-in-law's cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOdzXCiII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_0XIeV_Xc64/s1600-h/CIMG2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTOdzXCiII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_0XIeV_Xc64/s320/CIMG2218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369643667130845314" 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/7771902756703649158-3338771725427752359?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3338771725427752359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3338771725427752359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3338771725427752359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3338771725427752359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-cakes.html' title='Baby cakes!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SoTNRTfrglI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jpf9VK031w8/s72-c/CIMG2565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-6767288794388490791</id><published>2009-08-02T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:42:23.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary and Hobbies</title><content type='html'>For our anniversary Adam surprised me with tickets to go see the Utah Symphony at Deer Valley on August 1st. They were played the 1812 Overture, which if you haven't heard it before is amazing. I love the cannons that go off at the end, you don't even know its coming until they go off. I'll admit it did make me jump a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYXa60BffI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y9LwKd0gUUM/s1600-h/CIMG2548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYXa60BffI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y9LwKd0gUUM/s320/CIMG2548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501757290020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our ticket were for the lawn, so we brought our blanket to sit on and I was freezing before they even started to play. I left my jacket in our car which was parked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CLEAR&lt;/span&gt; down there. Adam being the wonderful husband he is went and got it for me along with some hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam looking amazing with his newly cut hair his cousin Janessa did for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYX2D2YBSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lykj6duJk-Y/s1600-h/CIMG2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYX2D2YBSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lykj6duJk-Y/s320/CIMG2547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502223572272418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us at the top of the hill, I could only see the stage if I was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYX1tDrUzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nF6BSrCU9UA/s1600-h/CIMG2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYX1tDrUzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nF6BSrCU9UA/s320/CIMG2546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502217454048050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also stayed at a hotel call Inn on the Creek which is in Midway, we got there Saturday before we went to the concert and left Sunday. For dinner we went up to Park City, which was a bad idea because it's their Art Festival which we didn't know. There was no parking anywhere and we ended up having to pay 8.00 dollars to park just so we could go eat dinner. We ate at this really good place on Main street call,  Bandits' Bar and Grill. Adam got a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 lb&lt;/span&gt;. prim rib, he said it was really good. I got a chicken sandwich, which was a little too smoky for my taste, but the fries were was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickets and the hotel was an anniversary gift to both of us, my real present Adam got me is my anniversary/birthday gift. I love to scrapbook, I guess you could say it's one of my hobbies. Now I really don't have a lot of stuff so I'm pretty limited as to the extent of my pages go.  For three and a half months Adam has been putting some money aside so he could get me a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I had no idea that he was getting me one, I had always thought of getting one and if I did it would just be the little one. Adam got me the big one, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; Expressions, it fits 12 inch paper instead of 6 inch paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; came with two cartridges, which are super fun to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYbFfNdQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4PFrc0OOIdA/s1600-h/CIMG2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYbFfNdQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4PFrc0OOIdA/s320/CIMG2561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365505787149763474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did get something for Adam also, I just don't have a picture of it right now. I got him a new backpack/hydration pack for when we go hiking. He has been wanting one for while now, so I thought our anniversary was the perfect time to get him one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hobby is indeed scrapbook and Adam's is reloading. Now  for those of you  who don't know what reloading is, it's when you reload bullets. It's really fun to do, but TAKES FOREVER sometimes. I've helped him do it before(believe it or not). Adam has done this since before I knew him, he likes it because it's cheaper to reload than to by new bullets. My dad had a reloading kit at my Grandpa house and he let Adam use it, well it lives at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYbE-8AHaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wPPJw4F-Ol4/s1600-h/CIMG2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYbE-8AHaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wPPJw4F-Ol4/s320/CIMG2554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365505778486615458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've helped Adam reload close to 400 rounds of .45s.&lt;br /&gt;In this picture he is reloading .223&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYbEiUzB2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/fmkqP8ZjbGo/s1600-h/CIMG2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYbEiUzB2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/fmkqP8ZjbGo/s320/CIMG2555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365505770805987170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reloading has become one of his Sunday activities, especially when he doesn't want to sit around doing nothing.  I love my husband so much and I'm so grateful for fun time we got to have over the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-6767288794388490791?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/6767288794388490791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=6767288794388490791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6767288794388490791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/6767288794388490791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversary-and-hobbies.html' title='Anniversary and Hobbies'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnYXa60BffI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y9LwKd0gUUM/s72-c/CIMG2548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7123467117329621555</id><published>2009-07-31T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:26:29.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary!!! #1</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day that Adam and I were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple. I will always remember that day as on of the happiest days of my life. We both can't believe it's already been a year since we got married. The last year we have had so many memories with each other, some good, some bad, some sad, and many happy moments. We have both cried, and smile, and hugged and kiss. There is not one thing we would change in our lives right now. I love my husband so much, and I want to thank him for choosing me. I don't know what he saw in me, but I am sure glad he did see something, something all other guys missed. I'm so happy I get to be with him for eternity. When we got married they took us to the celestial room before the sealing room, Adam and I got to sit there for a half hour, it was amazing to see all the work that they put into that temple. We they came and got us, we were about to go to the sealing room when they said they lost our papers, such as our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt; license, I was a little scared. No worries, they found them, we just ended up starting a little later than we thought. When we can out of the temple Adam's dad came up to us and told us that if Adam's mom was alive it would have been 30 years and 30 days since they got married in the Salt Lake Temple. Adam is also the third child, so we just had the 3's in our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a couple pictures of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us coming out of the temple, and so happy to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; be married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnL8iLZ7sgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_XieZyxgbSg/s1600-h/IMG_0808.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/_UO93sov_MJE/SnL8iLZ7sgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_XieZyxgbSg/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364627770258993666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A great photo taken by my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnL8iT1EZmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oL1dOUk_4sw/s1600-h/IMG_0814_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnL8iT1EZmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oL1dOUk_4sw/s320/IMG_0814_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364627772520293986" 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/7771902756703649158-7123467117329621555?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7123467117329621555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7123467117329621555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7123467117329621555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7123467117329621555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/07/anniversary-1.html' title='Anniversary!!! #1'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SnL8iLZ7sgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_XieZyxgbSg/s72-c/IMG_0808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-8425044472580170999</id><published>2009-07-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:00:05.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; do you get when you take....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Raspberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;You get Raspberry Jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sm90UZJF2tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uM5LT9DoAkA/s1600-h/CIMG2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sm90UZJF2tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uM5LT9DoAkA/s320/CIMG2541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363633574916774610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know Adam and I have a raspberry bush at our house, so for the past TWO weeks we saved everyone and froze them so we could make jam. After we got from the Spanish Fork parade we had time to kill till we went to the Rodeo. The jam tastes wonderful, I'm so happy I have a husband that loves to cook as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is now on....Only 3 days left til our first anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-8425044472580170999?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/8425044472580170999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=8425044472580170999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8425044472580170999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/8425044472580170999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-get.html' title='What do you get?'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sm90UZJF2tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uM5LT9DoAkA/s72-c/CIMG2541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7589540841693866673</id><published>2009-07-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:33:30.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking, and my new calling.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Saturday July 18, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I decided to hike Timp. I have never hiked it before and the last time Adam did it was when he was in high school, which was a little while ago. Adam's brother Jon, and two of Jon's buddies came with us. So what do we do?...we wake up at 5:00AM and get ready so we can be at Jon's house at 6:00. Well we woke up a little late, and got there 15 minutes late. Adam and I were hoping to be up and hiking between 6:30 or 7, but we didn't start the hike til 7:30. Now if any of you have hike up Timp before you know it takes about 3-4 hours to get up to the top, most people go up there so the can slide down the glacier. Which means you have to hike to the summit, well we didn't hike to the summit. First reason is because we had to be back home by 6 so we could get ready for our friends to come at 7. Second reason is because we were too tired, and Adam was not feeling well when we reached the pond(which is just below the summit). Adam and I did better than we though we only took us 3 1/2 hours to reach it, and yes we were dieing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the beautiful valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOM58HP4AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VCI5Cf9iwHI/s1600-h/CIMG2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOM58HP4AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VCI5Cf9iwHI/s320/CIMG2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360282908517982210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the the mountain took less time and went by a lot faster. I love hiking, there are so many beautiful things to look at. Nature really is a beautiful site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pond, and yes that is indeed ice. They look like clouds to me just looking at the picture. There was a group of younger kids there and they were jumping into the pond. I could never do that, that water is freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOOYsjrAgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c7CZ6INU_r4/s1600-h/CIMG2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOOYsjrAgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c7CZ6INU_r4/s320/CIMG2527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360284536429806082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cool waterfall. walking behind this waterfall felt so good, because I was really hot and the water help to cool me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOOYZim4FI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5MnMsrHVoMk/s1600-h/CIMG2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOOYZim4FI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5MnMsrHVoMk/s320/CIMG2524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360284531325067346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glacier that everyone slides down at the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOOX0Lq4UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4_Ae682BGIg/s1600-h/CIMG2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOOX0Lq4UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4_Ae682BGIg/s320/CIMG2526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360284521296748866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and just a little not to anyone who wants to hike up here one day. Start early in the morning, it's much better to do it that way. It's a ton cooler in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY NEW CALLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So last week in church the called me to be a primary worker, and in our ward they wait til after you're called to be a primary worker to actually call you to a position in primary. So I waited all week for the primary president to call me and tell me what class I was to teach. Nothing all week, no call, no nothing. I was getting a little worried and then yesterday I got a knock on the door...and what do you know, it was the primary president....and my new calling is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NURSERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How much more awesome can it get. I love little kids. She told me just to come down to nursery this Sunday and she would show me around. Well after Adam and I went hiking on Saturday, I was burnt on my neck, forehead, and ears. My knees hurt, my legs, and my hips kind of hurt too. I didn't think much of it til I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TRIED &lt;/span&gt;to get out of bed this morning. Haha, now that was a challenge, but I did make it to nursery, just not sacrament meeting. The one thing I will miss now that I do having a calling is getting to sit with Adam in Sunday school. :( now I just get to sit with him in sacrament meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-7589540841693866673?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7589540841693866673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7589540841693866673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7589540841693866673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7589540841693866673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiking-and-my-new-calling.html' title='Hiking, and my new calling.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SmOM58HP4AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VCI5Cf9iwHI/s72-c/CIMG2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-3093132510606214320</id><published>2009-07-13T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:02:31.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GARDEN</title><content type='html'>When Adam and I moved into our house we set a goal to grow a garden in the spring, and after much cold and thinking that spring would never come we finally got our garden in. Our garden has been such a joy for both of us, neither of us had ever done a garden by ourselves before. We planted: tomatoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jalapenos&lt;/span&gt;, green peppers, cabbage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brussels&lt;/span&gt; sprouts, broccoli, carrots, radishes, garlic, onions, celery, a watermelon(sadly the cats ate it we think), chives, and cucumbers.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Our garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlvyPzjpDYI/AAAAAAAAANg/r32MmaT1Xb4/s1600-h/CIMG2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlvyPzjpDYI/AAAAAAAAANg/r32MmaT1Xb4/s320/CIMG2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358142535038995842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well now that our garden has grown we finally get to eat some of it! So dinner tonight we had baked potatoes with ham, broccoli, and chives. When you grown your own broccoli it taste so much better than the store bought stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yummy broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlvzMkRU3yI/AAAAAAAAANw/zr8cf1P88Xo/s1600-h/CIMG2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlvzMkRU3yI/AAAAAAAAANw/zr8cf1P88Xo/s320/CIMG2515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358143578907664162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The chives I cut up for our potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlvzMEbCvYI/AAAAAAAAANo/4UN1sj6HYqk/s1600-h/CIMG2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlvzMEbCvYI/AAAAAAAAANo/4UN1sj6HYqk/s320/CIMG2512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358143570358484354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Adam and I moved into our house we found out that we had a raspberry bush on the side of our yard, since we moved into our house in the fall we had to wait til the summer til we got to eat them. Well it turned out that they started to come on while we were in Arizona, and my sister Megan was eating them all(as my mom called and told us). Even though we got home around 10 at night we still went outside in the dark with a flashlight and got some to eat. For a while now we have been wanting to make homemade jam with them. So today while dinner was cooking I took the adventure of going out and picking them, to make the jam you have to have 2 cups smashed raspberries. Adam and I decided that we would pick them and freeze them until we have enough, and I tell you what we are almost there after one day of picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Slv0iczWZPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MZMj_gnk-e8/s1600-h/CIMG2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Slv0iczWZPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MZMj_gnk-e8/s320/CIMG2518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358145054371636466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till we get enough and we can make jam with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-3093132510606214320?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/3093132510606214320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=3093132510606214320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3093132510606214320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/3093132510606214320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/07/garden.html' title='GARDEN'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlvyPzjpDYI/AAAAAAAAANg/r32MmaT1Xb4/s72-c/CIMG2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-490840342280203019</id><published>2009-07-07T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:25:16.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Grandma's funeral was on Monday July 6, we had everyone from Arizona up for the 4th of July weekend. It was really busy and full of fun, it was so much fun to see everyone and get to do stuff with them. Adam's cousin Amber and her husband Karl stayed with us, I felt so bad because all we had for them to stay on is an air mattress, but they were good sports about it. To make up for it we made them breakfast everyday that they were here, from waffles, pancakes, and one of my favorites...french toast. Adam's cousin and her husband live in Mesa, Arizona and have never been to the Manti Temple, so on Friday we drove down and did an endowment session with them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO5WO0Vi9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Vu0ILUlm0xM/s1600-h/CIMG2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO5WO0Vi9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Vu0ILUlm0xM/s320/CIMG2489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828173459524562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam and I at the Manti, Utah Temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we went to BYU to watch the fireworks outside the stadium, Adam and I had the funnest time with our niece Brielle. Brielle was so funny, she has never had a glow stick before and I happened to have some with me that I got for free from the movie we went and saw earlier that day. She had about five different glow sticks. She was one of the happiest kids ever, to add to it Adam would throw her in the air, she would come up to him every 5 seconds saying, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JUMP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Adam was a good sport and did this for a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO4toy42NI/AAAAAAAAAME/bZ7k5-8kEyc/s1600-h/CIMG2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO4toy42NI/AAAAAAAAAME/bZ7k5-8kEyc/s320/CIMG2492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355827476058134738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam and Brielle at during the fireworks, and Aunt Mar watching. It happens to been her birthday on the 4th, so we had fun celebrating it by going to Pizza Factory on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO4tVkoiPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sRmyhBV5VBA/s1600-h/CIMG2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO4tVkoiPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sRmyhBV5VBA/s320/CIMG2490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355827470898071794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to throw her up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come Sunday night at the Viewing Brielle and and said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;JUMP, I want to JUMP&lt;/span&gt;" and Adam did it during the viewing. I got really excited and happy that night because Brielle can finally say my name! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6Dgop-WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3Z-9ZpX3CtM/s1600-h/CIMG2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6Dgop-WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3Z-9ZpX3CtM/s320/CIMG2494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828951336483170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of my niece Brielle, she is so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At one point that night my brother in law was holding her and I walked passed and she said, "I want Crystal" so Jon handed her to me and a couple seconds later Jon asked,"Brielle you want to come back to me?", Brielle said, "No way Jon, I want Crystal". It was so cute! At the funeral Monday morning Brielle sat on my lap almost the whole time, and she was really good too. She would play with my necklace and put on herself, around her wrist like a bracelet, and on her ankle too. I love being an Aunt, it is so much fun to play with little kids. Brielle made everyone laugh before the funeral even started, she kept pulling up her dress to show everyone that she was wearing underwear that were pink over her diaper. Another thing she loved to do was carry my purse for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6DZAOvAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4yAkl_i_dMM/s1600-h/CIMG2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6DZAOvAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4yAkl_i_dMM/s320/CIMG2499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828949287877634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam, Brielle and I waiting for the family prayer to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6C7RPQMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jXhGsDo6G50/s1600-h/CIMG2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6C7RPQMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jXhGsDo6G50/s320/CIMG2497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828941306151106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brielle making funny faces for me, she was so excited to get her picture taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6Ch7EHQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1lOPAkFKkcc/s1600-h/CIMG2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO6Ch7EHQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1lOPAkFKkcc/s320/CIMG2500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828934502259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my other niece wanted to sit my me too, and take a picture. This is Brielle and Melanie(Mel)&lt;/span&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/7771902756703649158-490840342280203019?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/490840342280203019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=490840342280203019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/490840342280203019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/490840342280203019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='The 4th of July weekend'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlO5WO0Vi9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Vu0ILUlm0xM/s72-c/CIMG2489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-7512027856422345566</id><published>2009-07-07T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:52:26.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bathroom is DONE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't say enough how excited I am that our bathroom counter is finally done! It all started with an idea back in December. Finally in June when our plans for going camping got ruined by the rain, we went to Home Depot and started it. Now it should have only taken about a weekend to do it. But of course it turned into a couple of weeks thing. Here are some pictures of it before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz-weNHHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-cbGFNYHqUI/s1600-h/CIMG2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz-weNHHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-cbGFNYHqUI/s320/CIMG2229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822272618503282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The before picture, can you see our lovely stars on the counter? Oh don't forget the pink sink either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz-byy7OI/AAAAAAAAALs/87d_ZKSQuO8/s1600-h/CIMG2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz-byy7OI/AAAAAAAAALs/87d_ZKSQuO8/s320/CIMG2467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822267067722978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In our bathroom the door looks as if it is going to hit the counter when you shut it, but it is perfectly shaped to not hit it. Adam got the fun job of trimming the counter, so the door would shut once we got the tile on. Getting the sink to come out was a different story and was a lot harder that we ever though it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz-E0swxI/AAAAAAAAALk/O-lefBuUcSY/s1600-h/CIMG2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz-E0swxI/AAAAAAAAALk/O-lefBuUcSY/s320/CIMG2468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822260901692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband hard at work getting the side of the counter done. He did such a great job at it. We ended up calling is Aunt Mar in Arizona a couple times to ask her about tile (she owns a tile/flooring business, and does it for really expensive houses down there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz9pSTqcI/AAAAAAAAALc/EpW4qrq2Heg/s1600-h/CIMG2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz9pSTqcI/AAAAAAAAALc/EpW4qrq2Heg/s320/CIMG2469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822253509683650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not I actually help this time with the tile, and I did a pretty good job I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz9SDlekI/AAAAAAAAALU/R70mevbnbY4/s1600-h/CIMG2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz9SDlekI/AAAAAAAAALU/R70mevbnbY4/s320/CIMG2485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822247273921090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the finished project! We replaced the handles on the draws so that they would match the rest of the bathroom.&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/7771902756703649158-7512027856422345566?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/7512027856422345566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=7512027856422345566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7512027856422345566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/7512027856422345566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/07/bathroom-is-done.html' title='The bathroom is DONE!!!!!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SlOz-weNHHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-cbGFNYHqUI/s72-c/CIMG2229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4849164739825348808</id><published>2009-06-30T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:16:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple-Arizona-Hot Weather!</title><content type='html'>June 20, 2009-&lt;br /&gt;Jason(my older brother) got to come home for a week before he get shipped off to the middle east. So we all went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oquirrh&lt;/span&gt; Mountain Temple open house. All the temples I have been to have been so beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As some of you may have heard Adam and I went down to Arizona yet again this past weekend. Let me tell you.....IT'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOTTT&lt;/span&gt;!.....it was a good thing there was a pool at his aunt's house. The main reason we down was to see Adam's Grandma Partridge, she has been in and out of the hospital for 9 months. We all thought she was doing better, and then we found out that whatever she had was not going to get better, but just get worse until it finally kills her. Since I had the week off we ventured on down to Mesa. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SkqJiiz-s5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4D3wUxkIXfs/s1600-h/CIMG2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SkqJiiz-s5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4D3wUxkIXfs/s320/CIMG2480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353242333636637586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The cactus that fell, and hit the house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of Adam's Grandma's house she has this huge cactus in her front yard, and two weeks ago it fell...when it fell it hit the roof, and part of it broke off and rolled down the roof, hit the cement driveway and bounced to hit Adam's uncle's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt;(it left a pretty good dent in it). Now for the amazing part of this little story....also located in the front yard is a 150 year old wagon, now my first thought would have been,"the wagon is no longer"...Boy was I WRONG! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SkqKA9an1XI/AAAAAAAAALE/nqbvZ6PgHyI/s1600-h/CIMG2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SkqKA9an1XI/AAAAAAAAALE/nqbvZ6PgHyI/s320/CIMG2481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353242856174114162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The wagon wheel and the cactus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cactus did hit the wagon but just on the wheel and the wheel did not break, but left a wedge in the cactus. My mind goes crazy thinking that a cactus did more damage to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt; that is only a couple years old, then a 150 year old wooden wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SkqKncuVpZI/AAAAAAAAALM/HEobv5kZtqw/s1600-h/CIMG2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SkqKncuVpZI/AAAAAAAAALM/HEobv5kZtqw/s320/CIMG2483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353243517413336466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now while we were down there Adam's Grandma could hear everything we said, and squeeze our hand and blink, and open her eyes. She couldn't talk though, so we knew the time was coming when we would no longer have this sweet, sweet lady with us. Come Friday we were able to get Adam's little brother and Dad down, and Saturday morning around 8 o'clock Adam's brother came into our room to tell us that Grandma had just died. We will always miss Grandma, I only got to know her for just over a year, she will always hold a place in my heart. The first time I went down to Arizona, she got up every morning to make us breakfast. I love her pancakes, they are so so good. I remember one morning she made a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt;! She made enough to feed an army, and there was only Adam, Chunk, and me. So after I have eaten about 4 I was full and couldn't eat anymore. Same thing happen to Chunk after a couple more, and Grandma being Grandma kept telling us to eat more and more. Adam got stuck eating close to 20 pancakes and a big stomach ache after. We will always have many memories of Grandma with us and she will always be remembered. Good thing about this Grandma's funeral is up here in Spanish Fork! So that means we get to have everyone from Arizona up here for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July! Ya for Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-4849164739825348808?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/4849164739825348808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=4849164739825348808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4849164739825348808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/4849164739825348808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/06/temple-arizona-hot-weather.html' title='Temple-Arizona-Hot Weather!'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/SkqJiiz-s5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4D3wUxkIXfs/s72-c/CIMG2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-1683629615361487026</id><published>2009-06-18T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:11:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry! I know, I should post more.</title><content type='html'>So I know I have not been posting lately, but we have been really busy that last couple of weeks. Right now we are laying tile down on our bathroom counter(pictures to come). We have been putting it off the last month and then one Friday we had nothing to do, so we went to Home Depot and got everything we needed. It's making me sad that it is taking so long to finish, we keep running into problems, so now I still don't have a sink in my bathroom! :( We are hoping to have it done by tomorrow! (cross your fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has come into play is Adam's Grandma Partridge. She is such a sweet, sweet lady. Who always speaks her mind about everything, so if you want something straight forward, just go talk to her. Over the past year her health has been declining, and nothing ever seems to work. On Friday while we were getting tile Adam called his aunt that lives down there to talk to her about what we should use for our tile(she owns a floor busy in Arizona). Adam was really happy because he got to talk to Grandma, but that's when we got the bad new that almost put Adam to tears. His aunt told us that whatever Grandma has is not going to get better, she will just continue to get worse until it kills her. I almost started crying just thinking about it. So here to yet another trip to the sunny state of Arizona! Since I have work off next week, Adam and I are leaving to go see his Grandma. This will most likely be the last time we get to see his Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing....if anyone wants a kitten or knows someone that does....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE, PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; LET ME KNOW! Our two cats just had their babies, We have 5 kittens ready to go and then 5 more will be ready in about a month. They are super super cute too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700643118948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sjpm5XMCIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yT_cfA3xSZE/s320/kats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771902756703649158-1683629615361487026?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/1683629615361487026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=1683629615361487026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1683629615361487026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/1683629615361487026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-i-know-i-should-post-more.html' title='Sorry! I know, I should post more.'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sjpm5XMCIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yT_cfA3xSZE/s72-c/kats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-264244773219279364</id><published>2009-05-17T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:32:35.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year on May 16, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rewind to May 11, 2008....I was dating Adam, we had always talked about taking his Jeep to the desert to go star gazing, but every time we had planned on doing this the weather was either bad or we just didn't plan it. So what did I do, I look up the weather and it was going to be good weather that Friday. So Adam agreed and we planned to go star gazing after I got off work that day....May 16, 2008....I was so excited to go star gazing, just ask everyone at work I told them all about it....after work....I went to Adam's and we took the hard top off the Jeep and off we went, with a short stop for dinner. We went to conoco in Santaquin and got hamburgers, if you haven't had them, they are the best....then another short stop of thinking we were getting pulled over, but I guess we really weren't....finally we reached our destination.....CHERRY CHEEK(it's right by the sand dunes, just not as many people are there). For some strange reason Adam was acting a little weird, one he was taking forever to find a spot to park, and second he was so mad the moon was out. I told him it was okay and that we can always go star gazing again. ha ha Well little did I know at the time. Adam had this thing he liked to do to my fingers, he like to hold one finger and brush it up and down(like he was putting a ring on it). After sitting it the back seat and kissing and look at stars, Adam started to play with my finger and telling me about the star Sirius. He said, "Sirius is a dieing star, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/ShCiwUvzddI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FTHA11kg7Xw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/ShCiwUvzddI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FTHA11kg7Xw/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336944509520672210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (the star Sirius)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but to us on earth it is the brightest star there is in the sky, and it's all due to our perspective. Crystal you may not be a super model, or be rich, and famous, but to me in my perspective you are my Sirius and I love you". Right at that moment he slipped something on my finger. I didn't know what to think, he was always playing with my finger, then I realized that there was really something on my finger. I pulled my finger out from under the blanket to find the most beautiful ring ever. I was so surprised, I didn't even know he was going to propose. I was so happy I didn't know what to say or do until Adam said, "An answer would be nice!" Of course I said yes and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/ShCjfgsPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hI_gWV-8z-A/s1600-h/CIMG2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/ShCjfgsPJ8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hI_gWV-8z-A/s320/CIMG2437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336945320180787138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Beautiful ring with the wedding band on it, I love it so much! It was so much more than what I was expecting my ring to be. I was just thinking of a solitaire princess cut ring, because I didn't know how much his budget for a ring was. When we were dating Adam asked if I wanted to pick out the ring of if I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to do it, and I love the job that he did. Thank you so much Adam for being there for me and loving me for who I am. I will always love you no matter what difficulties life brings us. I will always be here for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/ShCjEzSBc_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DglkMeVBg3c/s1600-h/CIMG0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/ShCjEzSBc_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DglkMeVBg3c/s320/CIMG0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336944861314642930" 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/7771902756703649158-264244773219279364?l=peartree2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/feeds/264244773219279364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771902756703649158&amp;postID=264244773219279364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/264244773219279364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771902756703649158/posts/default/264244773219279364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peartree2.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-year-on-may-16-2008.html' title='Last year on May 16, 2008'/><author><name>Adam and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11955253857761838391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/TL2e4Cmh1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DdswbX023v0/S220/CIMG3021_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/ShCiwUvzddI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FTHA11kg7Xw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771902756703649158.post-4603742498992368283</id><published>2009-04-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:26:55.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing on the paint</title><content type='html'>As many of you know Adam has family in Mesa, Arizona. I love going down there and spending time with his family, we also find something to laugh about. Well this last weekend we got to go down for a wedding, Adam's cousin Amber, it was such nice weather only reaching 95 most days. I love the sun and can't wait for summer to be here. Well any way we got put in charge of decorating the wedding car...hehe....the fun part. After seeing and hearing stories of other people's cars I told myself that I wouldn't do anything to damage the car, because I think it is very rude. Now to the funny part of the story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5xVW6N5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SseH8MFDC7o/s1600-h/CIMG2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5xVW6N5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SseH8MFDC7o/s200/CIMG2403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329862572470056850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adam and some of his partners in crime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5K7t61SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AXdoMGGkkUw/s1600-h/CIMG2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5K7t61SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AXdoMGGkkUw/s200/CIMG2401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329861912752215330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5KtVwxNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lPHUY_v8flw/s1600-h/CIMG2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5KtVwxNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lPHUY_v8flw/s200/CIMG2398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329861908892796114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5KfyomhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tD3QrOo7It4/s1600-h/CIMG2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5KfyomhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tD3QrOo7It4/s200/CIMG2399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329861905255799314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5KBU5bYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fUlFP7RGQC4/s1600-h/CIMG2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5KBU5bYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fUlFP7RGQC4/s200/CIMG2397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329861897078009218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the reception had started we went and got things ready for the car, we had the normal stuff-soda cans, string, toilet paper, oreos, window paint, balloons and powder sugar- Well as soon as we started to decorate the car the grooms(Karl) little brother(who happens to be 11) came out and started to freak out saying, "Karl said don't get anything on the paint" well it's not like we were going to put anything on the paint that would ruin the car. Then we started putting oreos on the car and a tiny and I do mean a tiny piece of the cream fell on the bumper, so what does the little brother do...well he goes up one of us helping with the car and says,"Did you help put the oreos on?", they said,"Yes", then he said,"get that piece of cream off the car". At this point you might be thinking that's not too bad, but just wait. Adam started putting powder sugar in the tail pipe, and then all over the car, throwing every which way he could. Well the little brother then is really freaking out, telling us that the powder sugar is going to ruin the paint, and he even took a picture on his phone and when and showed Karl, came back and said,"You're in big trouble now, I told Karl on you and his is super mad"-which he was not mad at us just at his little brother for interrupting the line to tell him that.-I thought it was so funny. Oh, the other part was that he was then telling the younger kids that were helping us that he ever saw them decorating a car again he would drag their bum down the street.(I'm thinking this kid needs some anger problem resolved)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason we went down to Arizona is because Adam's Grandma is not doing the best and has just gone down hill in the health department the last year. Adam's brother, and sister both came down just to make sure they get to see grandma one last time for sure. The last couple months she has been in and out of the hospital. She has been having problem with her feet and legs and heart, she has gotten cellulitis a couple of times. After the wedding was over we ended up taking her to the hospital again because we thought she had it again, but she didn't. They did blood work and her Platelet count was over 800(and it's only suppose to be at 400 at the highest, is what they told us). They sent her home and the rest of the weekend she got to put her legs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5J14JmII/AAAAAAAAAI8/OixIrd2VzfU/s1600-h/CIMG2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd5J14JmII/AAAAAAAAAI8/OixIrd2VzfU/s200/CIMG2386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329861894004643970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me, Adam, Michelle, Grandma, Jon, and Alli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the way home we had Adam's sister Michelle with us because she flew down, and we stopped at this rock on the way back. This rock is a special rock because when they were little they stopped with their mom and took a picture.  Adam and I have always wanted to stop there and take a picture when we have kids, but since Michelle was there and decided to get one now. I am so happy we got the picture because it mean a lot since Adam's mom passed away not too long after that picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd30YY2TsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/I66XtBiVd5E/s1600-h/CIMG2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd30YY2TsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/I66XtBiVd5E/s200/CIMG2407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329860425799847618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd28MCPz1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/9BZiq6pwgSA/s1600-h/CIMG2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UO93sov_MJE/Sfd28MCPz1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/9BZiq6pwgSA/s200/CIMG2411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329859460411150162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 
