<?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-1772760711700652729</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:02:31.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Findarles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-7694874424306920474</id><published>2009-08-21T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:40:58.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Amaulia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So8p4keFiBI/AAAAAAAAA68/bj0DXt4GTXM/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So8p4keFiBI/AAAAAAAAA68/bj0DXt4GTXM/s400/scrapbooking4+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372558932315572242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to my beautiful cousin Amelia "blank" Parry! I love you and miss you! Wanna be roommates again? I do! I hope you have an awesome day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-7694874424306920474?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/7694874424306920474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=7694874424306920474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7694874424306920474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7694874424306920474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-forgot-one.html' title='Happy Birthday Amaulia!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So8p4keFiBI/AAAAAAAAA68/bj0DXt4GTXM/s72-c/scrapbooking4+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3628715456822429170</id><published>2009-08-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:11:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone</title><content type='html'>I went to visit Mike for 2 weeks and had a lot of fun! I hung out with one of the other wives, Carlie, whom(who) I have known for awhile now. I played Tennis, went swimming, watched movies and TV shows, went to dinner a few times and took walks in the rain. Doesn't that all sound so romantic? Then our husbands would come home... We like them. I took a ton of pictures while I was there and I will show you a scrapbook page she made that is awesome. I will also show you my most recent scrapbook pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4OjElcQlI/AAAAAAAAA6s/L83GwSgRHC0/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4OjElcQlI/AAAAAAAAA6s/L83GwSgRHC0/s400/carlie+and+me2+312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372247401188573778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4Oju6xjeI/AAAAAAAAA60/rn6ZyKXpGZg/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4Oju6xjeI/AAAAAAAAA60/rn6ZyKXpGZg/s400/carlie+and+me2+317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372247412552338914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4MZmVJSfI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4Y6uuGw9J2Y/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4MZmVJSfI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4Y6uuGw9J2Y/s400/carlie+and+me2+311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372245039425079794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures are a result of me asking Mike to just stand up straight and take a nice picture that Zach had requested. He is such a peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4MZMA8WnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/BF-64Fr8UE8/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4MZMA8WnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/BF-64Fr8UE8/s400/carlie+and+me2+289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372245032361024114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Syd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4MYqytv7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/g98SV4f0lYY/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4MYqytv7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/g98SV4f0lYY/s400/carlie+and+me2+278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372245023442976690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D75oRG-I/AAAAAAAAA5U/5pyR5AdAjqk/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D75oRG-I/AAAAAAAAA5U/5pyR5AdAjqk/s400/carlie+and+me2+271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372235733116460002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Carlie, me, Syd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D7c5bt5I/AAAAAAAAA5M/nIMQz2cLh4k/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D7c5bt5I/AAAAAAAAA5M/nIMQz2cLh4k/s400/carlie+and+me2+265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372235725403830162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D6-bElXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/kzwz-MGv9hs/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D6-bElXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/kzwz-MGv9hs/s400/carlie+and+me2+127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372235717223421298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D6fzZT_I/AAAAAAAAA48/4JqcpO2ECl0/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D6fzZT_I/AAAAAAAAA48/4JqcpO2ECl0/s400/carlie+and+me2+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372235709003943922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D594Sg7I/AAAAAAAAA40/HZ-lRCp9uOw/s1600-h/carlie+and+me2+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4D594Sg7I/AAAAAAAAA40/HZ-lRCp9uOw/s400/carlie+and+me2+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372235699897664434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       We are so in love... you can see it in our expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4Aaf8wtrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mxG2tY-oLUY/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4Aaf8wtrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mxG2tY-oLUY/s400/scrapbooking4+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372231860752529074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sweet wrap my mother in law got me in Lake Tahoe... Look at how many styles I  can make! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4AZ6fIiNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b3jLLGv00rE/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4AZ6fIiNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b3jLLGv00rE/s400/scrapbooking4+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372231850696149202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4AZI5ad-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/cRAu5MepT3g/s1600-h/me+and+audrey+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4AZI5ad-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/cRAu5MepT3g/s400/me+and+audrey+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372231837384603618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the one Carlie did with our pictures of the last 2 weeks... what? shes been scrap booking longer than me OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-3628715456822429170?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3628715456822429170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3628715456822429170' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3628715456822429170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3628715456822429170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2009/08/amarillo-by-morning-up-from-san-antone.html' title='Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/So4OjElcQlI/AAAAAAAAA6s/L83GwSgRHC0/s72-c/carlie+and+me2+312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-1757511985744694720</id><published>2009-08-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:31:18.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello... Sorry about the 8 month gap ok? I lost my camera, I was in Illinois and Alabama for 2 months for training on my job, I am going to be managing a Jimmy John's sandwich shop, Mike is in Texas working and has been since may 4th and will be until september 1st and I have a new hobby. I love it so much! I learned how to digital scrapbook. Don't judge me ok because I just learned a couple days ago and I am still learning but here is a little taste of what I did for hours and hours yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Sobru3gCDsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_mt3H1Ta0Fg/s1600-h/MikeAudreyApple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Sobru3gCDsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_mt3H1Ta0Fg/s400/MikeAudreyApple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370238796090707650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these 2 are really just practice ones to get me used to photoshop. YA! I LEARNED PHOTOSHOP! they were my first ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Sobq8jBlq-I/AAAAAAAAA3c/A6nj6Yt9UPs/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Sobq8jBlq-I/AAAAAAAAA3c/A6nj6Yt9UPs/s400/scrapbooking4+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370237931600849890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZcHNSrukI/AAAAAAAAA3U/5mpQexpjMyg/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZcHNSrukI/AAAAAAAAA3U/5mpQexpjMyg/s400/scrapbooking4+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370080884582758978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZTWnA97HI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Vx84Qttf1RM/s1600-h/scrapbooking3+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZQRG9VLeI/AAAAAAAAA28/MP8NAJzVaXs/s400/scrapbooking4+468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370067860541746658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZNsU2FDwI/AAAAAAAAA20/cMWm2a0Xvf4/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZNsU2FDwI/AAAAAAAAA20/cMWm2a0Xvf4/s400/scrapbooking4+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370065029591011074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZMhM2WThI/AAAAAAAAA2s/c2OZ4MSz5wg/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZMhM2WThI/AAAAAAAAA2s/c2OZ4MSz5wg/s400/scrapbooking4+336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370063738954468882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZJ9Coz3mI/AAAAAAAAA2k/T24JXuGLooo/s1600-h/scrapbooking4+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SoZJ9Coz3mI/AAAAAAAAA2k/T24JXuGLooo/s400/scrapbooking4+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370060918714785378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some pictures of me in the next couple of days since I have a rad new camera now... love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-1757511985744694720?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/1757511985744694720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=1757511985744694720' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1757511985744694720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1757511985744694720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Sobru3gCDsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_mt3H1Ta0Fg/s72-c/MikeAudreyApple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3456516939938833094</id><published>2008-12-30T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:55:39.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Mario Kart and family... all the best things</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas. Happy Birthday to very attractive, 2 year old Bridger! I love you!  So I got a digital camera from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; which was so freaking nice and so I have real pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsT5VgZ2KI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WSqOwQlehOM/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840463395936418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsT5VgZ2KI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WSqOwQlehOM/s400/oct-nov2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures were both from the very talented and attractive Aunt Debi. I hung them up and they look so good. Thank again Aunt Debi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTrU168VI/AAAAAAAAA2A/M2NNjxSFRdc/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840222699581778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTrU168VI/AAAAAAAAA2A/M2NNjxSFRdc/s400/oct-nov2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents, Michael, Eliza and Cadence all came to visit me this last weekend and I loved it. I loved seeing Cadence. She is so smart and cute. These are her "special" ponytails which is what Eliza had to tell her to get her to wear them. She was also playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mario&lt;/span&gt; Kart with us and got really into it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; she would be stuck against the wall or fall of the edge she would stand up in frustration and yell things like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;! or What the heck! I am really glad her parents let her come up without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTrSFu7NI/AAAAAAAAA14/lLypAiLe8T8/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840221960596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTrSFu7NI/AAAAAAAAA14/lLypAiLe8T8/s400/oct-nov2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cash is getting bigger and is such a good dog. He is cuddling with Mike in these pictures. He has been cuddling with us a lot lately and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTrHh2WJI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1xE_z0sk84Q/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840219125733522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTrHh2WJI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1xE_z0sk84Q/s400/oct-nov2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTqw_7gCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/xj4yb4RKFdo/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840213077884962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTqw_7gCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/xj4yb4RKFdo/s400/oct-nov2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTqn2D5fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CNqbRUnqQPc/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840210620573170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsTqn2D5fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CNqbRUnqQPc/s400/oct-nov2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the toys I got him for Christmas. It used to have a squeaky Santa on top but that didn't last long. He chewed it up which is obvious by all of the stuffing in the background. I put it on his head to entertain ourselves watching him try and get it off. He looks like William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839045476537218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsSmzWE04I/AAAAAAAAA04/hdOPH1cT2_o/s400/oct-nov2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839050250792946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsSnFIWL_I/AAAAAAAAA1A/Ss64aeAinY0/s400/oct-nov2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my front yard a couple of days ago. Mike spent hours shovelling all of the snow off of the sidewalk and driveway. Better him than me is what I always say. He is such a hard worker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsSnX04hfI/AAAAAAAAA1I/fdKL9zhFfVw/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839055269430770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsSnX04hfI/AAAAAAAAA1I/fdKL9zhFfVw/s400/oct-nov2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike's brother Brandon got guitar hero world tour for Christmas and this is us obviously rocking our hearts out. We have a good band. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; Eve playing this until like 2 in the morning. Even his dad and sister joined in to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839065022772258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsSn8KQtCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vQeQhlBk39c/s400/oct-nov2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas dinner with delicious prime rib and potatoes and not so good lobster... I hate seafood so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839060495141522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsSnrSyipI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5-Mbl1Ffw3w/s400/oct-nov2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR4goxwaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/QPG8Irdf3sU/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285838250180723106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR4goxwaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/QPG8Irdf3sU/s400/oct-nov2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR4JMFNzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/a12jZzOSIPU/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285838243886348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR4JMFNzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/a12jZzOSIPU/s400/oct-nov2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR3yt2yHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/njFdPxct8Cc/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285838237853993074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR3yt2yHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/njFdPxct8Cc/s400/oct-nov2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR3F7bjEI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Z43LeQKBK60/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285838225831332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR3F7bjEI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Z43LeQKBK60/s400/oct-nov2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike and I before dinner. You can tell he was really thrilled to take this picture. The one I took before this was heinous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR2xANolI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/xbgpTpRyaA4/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285838220214248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsR2xANolI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/xbgpTpRyaA4/s400/oct-nov2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother in law Brandon and I. We are so cool. I love you all and will hopefully post more new years pictures. And maybe even our first kiss of 2009...You all know you want to see it. Happy new years everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-3456516939938833094?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3456516939938833094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3456516939938833094' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3456516939938833094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3456516939938833094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-mario-kart-and-family-all.html' title='Christmas, Mario Kart and family... all the best things'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SVsT5VgZ2KI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WSqOwQlehOM/s72-c/oct-nov2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2877632697993695050</id><published>2008-12-16T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:12:20.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and winter are officially here</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First I have to apologize... Cash chewed up our camera so I had to take all these crappy quality pictures on my phone... so the color is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;, the pictures are very blurry but you will get the idea hopefully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho9FT2bGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/L4QzXJLc-XY/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585961698651234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho9FT2bGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/L4QzXJLc-XY/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is our tree... It was the first time I had ever gone up to the mountains and cut down my own tree. Well I didn't cut it down but I picked it out. It was fun but I will never do it again. It was way too cold and noone told me how slippery cowboy boots are in the snow or how cold people's toes get who wear cowboy boots. I am glad I did it the once though. I will probably have more pictures of that trip later because my sister in law Kate took a bunch. It is kind of small but it is our first Christmas so BACK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho4mStfyI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QvtzMQnVl9E/s1600-h/stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585884652896034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho4mStfyI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QvtzMQnVl9E/s400/stockings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is our fireplace and Mike's. Cash's and my stocking... I got them at Big Lots for a few dollars each. I like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho4RjWQJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cXhaeRlx_4w/s1600-h/snow+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585879085531282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho4RjWQJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cXhaeRlx_4w/s400/snow+outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is a picture from our front door when I woke up this morning... There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of snow here. Winter came really late this year which I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with but now that it is here I am ready for it to be gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho35XUDvI/AAAAAAAAAzo/V5MbgsmP4dk/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585872592604914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho35XUDvI/AAAAAAAAAzo/V5MbgsmP4dk/s400/nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is my nativity set that Mike's mom got me for my bridal shower. I like it... all I need for it is the stable and 3 wise men. It is pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho3yCjI8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/BstRkiD6b5s/s1600-h/mike+snow+shovelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585870626464706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho3yCjI8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/BstRkiD6b5s/s400/mike+snow+shovelling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is Mike dressed to go shovel snow off of our walkway and driveway. He has been doing it everyday because otherwise it gets really icy. He is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho3nKyeyI/AAAAAAAAAzY/_-ediblGggQ/s1600-h/cash+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585867708234530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho3nKyeyI/AAAAAAAAAzY/_-ediblGggQ/s400/cash+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is Cash playing in the snow. He loves to eat it and shove his face in it. Even when he starts shivering I can't get him to come in. The snow got up to his neck today... he was almost completely buried. It was cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280589479973867794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUhsJ36B0RI/AAAAAAAAA0I/0wyfg0UIZuc/s400/merry+christmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is another decoration that Mike's mom got me. I got to pick it out the other day. She said she starts her married kids off with some decorations for their first Christmas. I think it is pretty freaking cute. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway...that is all for now. I hope you all can see the pictures. Merry Christmas or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt; or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-2877632697993695050?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/2877632697993695050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=2877632697993695050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2877632697993695050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2877632697993695050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-and-winter-are-officially.html' title='Christmas and winter are officially here'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SUho9FT2bGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/L4QzXJLc-XY/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2383444032465633418</id><published>2008-12-05T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:41:35.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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I have found a lot of pictures that I thought some of you would like to have because some are of your kids and stuff... and I took some pictures of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzhbnJyHZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cQ0fI3Lfwus/s1600-h/RANDOM+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333528599371154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzhbnJyHZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cQ0fI3Lfwus/s400/RANDOM+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when Jessica went in to check on the boys and she couldn't find Broderick. Then she looked into the crib and realized that he had climbed into bed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bridger&lt;/span&gt; and fell asleep. It was really cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzhbEXmzrI/AAAAAAAAAzI/pF-u9ZCq2qE/s1600-h/RANDOM+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333519262109362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzhbEXmzrI/AAAAAAAAAzI/pF-u9ZCq2qE/s400/RANDOM+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzha4fHYUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4yxbYjU1O9A/s1600-h/RANDOM+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333516072378690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzha4fHYUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4yxbYjU1O9A/s400/RANDOM+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Eliza the day we got Cash. He is so small in this picture and so cute. I love my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzhaixB8zI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ueKW_0l88GU/s1600-h/RANDOM+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333510241940274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzhaixB8zI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ueKW_0l88GU/s400/RANDOM+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Bridger kissing his daddy while he is away in the middle east. It was really cute... Jessica pointed to the picture and asked Bridger who it was and he said daddy and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgd1wU6II/AAAAAAAAAyw/ekQSzihHKi8/s1600-h/RANDOM+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268332467367241858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgd1wU6II/AAAAAAAAAyw/ekQSzihHKi8/s400/RANDOM+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two couch potatoes watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;... I bet Jessica wished they really were couch potatoes with how active they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgdY_4zuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wy0m0niej5E/s1600-h/RANDOM+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268332459647880930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgdY_4zuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wy0m0niej5E/s400/RANDOM+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgdDLF4uI/AAAAAAAAAyg/HlqKaVsxo78/s1600-h/RANDOM+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268332453789295330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgdDLF4uI/AAAAAAAAAyg/HlqKaVsxo78/s400/RANDOM+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my really attractive 90 year old grandma... she doesn't look a day over 81!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgc-QnHCI/AAAAAAAAAyY/8F8S0-5OwRo/s1600-h/RANDOM+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268332452470266914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgc-QnHCI/AAAAAAAAAyY/8F8S0-5OwRo/s400/RANDOM+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eliza made aprons for some reason and gave them to Jack and Cadence. They were helping Grandpa in the kitchen with Sunday dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgceX3WVI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/EYMgy0EYzDs/s1600-h/RANDOM+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268332443910756690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzgceX3WVI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/EYMgy0EYzDs/s400/RANDOM+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfk2jQuTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/stdD_H4Lohw/s1600-h/RANDOM+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268331488328333618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfk2jQuTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/stdD_H4Lohw/s400/RANDOM+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfkjPK0fI/AAAAAAAAAyA/_UA0CQI0iKI/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268331483143786994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfkjPK0fI/AAAAAAAAAyA/_UA0CQI0iKI/s400/oct-nov2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Cash last night. He LOVES to lay with whoever is in the lazy boy recliner and sleep on there lap or behind there head. He loves to be Mike's pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfkQrb-wI/AAAAAAAAAx4/AAQMNBW576o/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268331478162078466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfkQrb-wI/AAAAAAAAAx4/AAQMNBW576o/s400/oct-nov2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfkP0VegI/AAAAAAAAAxw/i4qW95o7BbY/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268331477930965506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfkP0VegI/AAAAAAAAAxw/i4qW95o7BbY/s400/oct-nov2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfjnQvpQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/8h_gmsNJbzM/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268331467044267266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzfjnQvpQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/8h_gmsNJbzM/s400/oct-nov2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks so innocent here doesn't he? He isn't always innocent...he nips and bites but he is house trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeJixTgYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VMCQvZDjSBs/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268329919650431362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeJixTgYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VMCQvZDjSBs/s400/oct-nov2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the entrance to my house. Even though we have a shoe rack right next to the door we obviously don't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeJEuLPgI/AAAAAAAAAxY/hLNmYelMzPI/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268329911584243202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeJEuLPgI/AAAAAAAAAxY/hLNmYelMzPI/s400/oct-nov2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our living/family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeIyqEqTI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/lGhNUOivj3A/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268329906735196466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeIyqEqTI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/lGhNUOivj3A/s400/oct-nov2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our dining room and That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pile on&lt;/span&gt; top of the table is all of your thank you cards... they are coming I promise. I am just waiting for my return labels to come in the mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeImyh1CI/AAAAAAAAAxI/aguK-Tr64fw/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268329903549436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeImyh1CI/AAAAAAAAAxI/aguK-Tr64fw/s400/oct-nov2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our kitchen. Thank you Jessica for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Findarle&lt;/span&gt; sign above my sink. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeIaC8vyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ZRr-Vbs7DQM/s1600-h/oct-nov2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268329900128648994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzeIaC8vyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ZRr-Vbs7DQM/s400/oct-nov2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is Cash playing in the snow. When it rains he won;t even stand on the grass but in the snow he buries his head completely and eats the snow and loves it. That is all for now. We got our washer and dryer last week and so our room is covered with laundry clean and dirty so I will post pictures of our new bedroom set later. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-7774416206419851210?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/7774416206419851210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=7774416206419851210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7774416206419851210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7774416206419851210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-house-and-other-stuff.html' title='My house and other stuff...'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SRzhbnJyHZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cQ0fI3Lfwus/s72-c/RANDOM+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-5939819774350599475</id><published>2008-11-02T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:25:53.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever but I have been moving, doing my schooling, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for awhile so back off. I will just post a load of pictures and then explain them if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OvuUr_1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/QBunHXDV2r4/s1600-h/cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264231596238307154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OvuUr_1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/QBunHXDV2r4/s400/cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our puppy Cash. We got him when he was 6 weeks old... the above picture is him at 6 weeks old... and he is about 13 weeks old now. He is VERY active but such a good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OvBPCVrI/AAAAAAAAAww/lRWyNxawWqc/s1600-h/cash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264231584135009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OvBPCVrI/AAAAAAAAAww/lRWyNxawWqc/s400/cash2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OuoHSo8I/AAAAAAAAAwo/04QqjfhTrIA/s1600-h/RANDOM+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264231577391637442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OuoHSo8I/AAAAAAAAAwo/04QqjfhTrIA/s400/RANDOM+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mike and my feet this morning... it was cold so I put my toe socks on him. He said he looked like cookie monster which is funny because he did look like cookie monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OuB_SWAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VwliODd3DRg/s1600-h/RANDOM+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264231567157516290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OuB_SWAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VwliODd3DRg/s400/RANDOM+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah, Melanie and me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; night. Us and some friends had a costume party. I was robin hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5N0LcEFVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/SKybxj8irJQ/s1600-h/RANDOM+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230573261722962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5N0LcEFVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/SKybxj8irJQ/s400/RANDOM+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was Ricky Bobby from the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Talledaga&lt;/span&gt; Nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NzrghRGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/eUMU-mjjWZY/s1600-h/RANDOM+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230564690478178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NzrghRGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/eUMU-mjjWZY/s400/RANDOM+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NzD60IMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4NolhVmBviE/s1600-h/RANDOM+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230554063347906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NzD60IMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4NolhVmBviE/s400/RANDOM+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a moose that Mike and his friends got after months of hunting and some lonely nights for me. And all we get out of it is some meat...yuck. But I did get to go out with them a couple times. I love dressing up in camo and looking for animals. It is suprisingly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NySjDo6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/QrClVJu1N28/s1600-h/RANDOM+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230540810363810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NySjDo6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/QrClVJu1N28/s400/RANDOM+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went hunting for antelope and this is us holding hands after us gutting it and skinning it. I was going to put very graphic pictures on there but decided against it (you're welcome Eliza) but I am putting a couple graphic ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NyNFq8JI/AAAAAAAAAv4/i7Qr9sjM8v0/s1600-h/RANDOM+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230539344933010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5NyNFq8JI/AAAAAAAAAv4/i7Qr9sjM8v0/s400/RANDOM+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5MrE7rhOI/AAAAAAAAAvw/LzCNlu726vI/s1600-h/RANDOM+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229317384832226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5MrE7rhOI/AAAAAAAAAvw/LzCNlu726vI/s400/RANDOM+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5Mq2fxm5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/d4e-BfgSSBs/s1600-h/RANDOM+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229313509694354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5Mq2fxm5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/d4e-BfgSSBs/s400/RANDOM+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5MqPtoHFI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HQV0BJFej6E/s1600-h/RANDOM+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229303098809426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5MqPtoHFI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HQV0BJFej6E/s400/RANDOM+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so tough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5Mp83ODyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3luCTjjhJ7M/s1600-h/RANDOM+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229298038771490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5Mp83ODyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3luCTjjhJ7M/s400/RANDOM+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father in law and me in front of the dead antelope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5MpSLyW9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xnthEL7imzc/s1600-h/RANDOM+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229286582311890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5MpSLyW9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xnthEL7imzc/s400/RANDOM+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zaPn7x5I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ir9fCbQ6M_U/s1600-h/RANDOM+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201540406331282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zaPn7x5I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ir9fCbQ6M_U/s400/RANDOM+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cash is getting bigger and he is still so freaking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zZv3dIPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/S9o7mXTy6uQ/s1600-h/RANDOM+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201531881496818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zZv3dIPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/S9o7mXTy6uQ/s400/RANDOM+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and I went to go spotting for a moose for his buddies hunt... and this moose came 20-30 yards from us. I was so scared, I have never seen a moose so close and it was so big! I thought it was going to kill us honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zZQShicI/AAAAAAAAAu4/cPgsF3R46iE/s1600-h/RANDOM+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201523405097410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zZQShicI/AAAAAAAAAu4/cPgsF3R46iE/s400/RANDOM+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eliza, Michael, Jacob Mike and I all went to go paint pottery. It was so fun. Mine is the vase, Eliza did the blue mug, Jacob the plate and Michael the superman mug. Mike was painting some cowboy boots but never finished. We are all so talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zZHOkirI/AAAAAAAAAuw/leLj4N84i6c/s1600-h/RANDOM+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201520972597938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zZHOkirI/AAAAAAAAAuw/leLj4N84i6c/s400/RANDOM+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zYgZl0GI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Bo9Dx32yExc/s1600-h/RANDOM+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201510549835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ4zYgZl0GI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Bo9Dx32yExc/s400/RANDOM+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, That is pretty much our lives for the last few weeks... Ill post another one of our house in a couple days. we just got a washer and dryer so give me time to get all the clothes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;we've&lt;/span&gt; been washing off the floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-5939819774350599475?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/5939819774350599475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=5939819774350599475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/5939819774350599475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/5939819774350599475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning-viewer-discretion-is-advised.html' title='WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SQ5OvuUr_1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/QBunHXDV2r4/s72-c/cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-7640861617277043557</id><published>2008-08-28T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:34:16.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at the cabin</title><content type='html'>Mike's grandparents have a cabin near about an hour from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yosemite&lt;/span&gt; up in the sierra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt;. We got to go up there for a couple days and it was so relaxing to be away from all the gay people that live near us and that we work with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUtSVVkWI/AAAAAAAAApM/if6p8rq6--c/s1600-h/cabin2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820197205217634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUtSVVkWI/AAAAAAAAApM/if6p8rq6--c/s400/cabin2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Kennedy Meadows which is right down the dirt road from the cabin for dinner one night... it was delicious. My first time eating prime rib and it was so good. I used to like my meat medium well but ever since I have been with Mike he has introduced me to tender more delicious more alive meat as you can see from the picture below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUu_wP39I/AAAAAAAAApU/vVyXp_Tu870/s1600-h/cabin2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820226577555410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUu_wP39I/AAAAAAAAApU/vVyXp_Tu870/s400/cabin2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUvfgYoPI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ah4-Dhwv4Qs/s1600-h/cabin2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820235100954866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUvfgYoPI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ah4-Dhwv4Qs/s400/cabin2008+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We built a fire... he did some but I did the most important parts.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; he built the whole thing. It was an awesome fire and it was so nice out. We had stuff to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; but didn't feel like making any so we just ate the materials separately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUvtjn-lI/AAAAAAAAApk/HHz6MFFYMas/s1600-h/cabin2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820238872640082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUvtjn-lI/AAAAAAAAApk/HHz6MFFYMas/s400/cabin2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the image of me dominating Mike... well right before I did. I doubled my amount of chips and he had to take more out of the chip bucket just to pay me off... it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeSgfkCStI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xnri50767NA/s1600-h/cabin2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239817778394974930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeSgfkCStI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xnri50767NA/s400/cabin2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The front view of the cabin and of Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeSg_EzuPI/AAAAAAAAAok/qKcc9S1BsVI/s1600-h/cabin2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239817786853931250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeSg_EzuPI/AAAAAAAAAok/qKcc9S1BsVI/s400/cabin2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for fish in the river&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeShYWVAqI/AAAAAAAAAos/81nNR6jrYKo/s1600-h/cabin2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239817793638302370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeShYWVAqI/AAAAAAAAAos/81nNR6jrYKo/s400/cabin2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to fish bad but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a fishing license and I probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have caught anything anyway. One day....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeShwfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAo0/w5tVQfFjudM/s1600-h/cabin2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239817800119874098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeShwfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAo0/w5tVQfFjudM/s400/cabin2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awesome cave waterfall. The water was freezing or we would've swam to the cave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239820194609608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUtIqftlI/AAAAAAAAApE/n9b3mnaJ4Gw/s400/cabin2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were HUGE carpenter ants crawling everywhere and they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;invincible&lt;/span&gt;. We kept trying to kill them and they wouldn't die. This is Mike trying to drown one but it kept swimming back to shore. We found it fun to keep this little guy trying to save himself. Then we put him on a log and through him under the waterfall... good luck surviving that one sucker!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeSiHnBh2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/BAgxSmYStO8/s1600-h/cabin2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239817806324795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeSiHnBh2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/BAgxSmYStO8/s400/cabin2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEPTyzvtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6xHCxBSGz4o/s1600-h/cabin2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239802090015145682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEPTyzvtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6xHCxBSGz4o/s400/cabin2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     The kitchen........................ Obviously&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239799658662510642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeCByTKwDI/AAAAAAAAAns/HDbyZ_ZlYKg/s400/cabin2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEPznztuI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RE1BBvvUAPI/s1600-h/cabin2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239802098558940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEPznztuI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RE1BBvvUAPI/s400/cabin2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  The living room... notice the awesome fireplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEQdtXmyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/RLLoIas2Qlo/s1600-h/cabin2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239802109856553762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEQdtXmyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/RLLoIas2Qlo/s400/cabin2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEQ5XrDmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/F9ysM660VR8/s1600-h/cabin2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239802117281746530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeEQ5XrDmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/F9ysM660VR8/s400/cabin2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                 The room we stayed in or the master bedroom if you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeERb7vXRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/99mJEpI-Gk8/s1600-h/cabin2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239802126559829266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeERb7vXRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/99mJEpI-Gk8/s400/cabin2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeB_hWdOWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KT3kW4-_x68/s1600-h/cabin2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239799619753163106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeB_hWdOWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KT3kW4-_x68/s400/cabin2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeCAAFhRAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/FrRkIVJ9zo8/s1600-h/cabin2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239799628003623938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeCAAFhRAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/FrRkIVJ9zo8/s400/cabin2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeCApMjkzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vhgBXAAeKs0/s1600-h/cabin2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239799639038989106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeCApMjkzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vhgBXAAeKs0/s400/cabin2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeCBMmomWI/AAAAAAAAAnk/tK4Ft7lnqTM/s1600-h/cabin2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239799648543611234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeCBMmomWI/AAAAAAAAAnk/tK4Ft7lnqTM/s400/cabin2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        That is it and I cant wait to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of you in a few days... and you are all really attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1772760711700652729-7640861617277043557?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/7640861617277043557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=7640861617277043557' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7640861617277043557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7640861617277043557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-at-cabin.html' title='Weekend at the cabin'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLeUtSVVkWI/AAAAAAAAApM/if6p8rq6--c/s72-c/cabin2008+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-52687702913009</id><published>2008-08-23T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:00:33.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSNbwELXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MtqZLNn4_II/s1600-h/august+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237847126117199218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSNbwELXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MtqZLNn4_II/s400/august+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the A's game in Oakland, Ca last Sunday. Mike's job gives all the techs bonuses and his boss saved it all up so we can have a fun time at a game instead of going to the movies once a week or having pizza. Mike got fried on his right side and my arm was pretty burned. I guess we will never learn to put sunscreen on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSN9kd46I/AAAAAAAAAmg/8AP80G7FLb4/s1600-h/august+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237847135195358114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSN9kd46I/AAAAAAAAAmg/8AP80G7FLb4/s400/august+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mike got us these sweet jerseys and hats to wear at the game. We looked so hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSOGAd4rI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-iYiB8YCv_I/s1600-h/august+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237847137460282034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSOGAd4rI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-iYiB8YCv_I/s400/august+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                   We love fun dip! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237847113274128994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSMr6CemI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Nzf__4vT9Bs/s400/august+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish this picture was lighter. This is us at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oakdale&lt;/span&gt; open house. It was really nice. there was delicious food and a pretty good turn out. I am guessing about 100 people came. We scored on gifts too. Oh and I have gained weight since I last wore my dress so every 30 minutes or so I went out into the hall and had my friend Erica unzip my dress so I could take a breather. It sucked I need to lose some poundage before the next reception &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237847117112760642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSM6NPWUI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/EJoH3kC4wwg/s400/august+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Cass and Erica holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; before it all started. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt; did my hair and I did my makeup. My hair was so hot... Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCNy4RbKwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/S3QoZsCqlpY/s1600-h/august+2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237842271870331650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCNy4RbKwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/S3QoZsCqlpY/s400/august+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the suit we got for Mike. It is really nice and he looks so handsome in it. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; many photos in existence of Mike without a hat on people so soak it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCNzq763_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/f5ZSjckgwMw/s1600-h/august+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237842285470343154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCNzq763_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/f5ZSjckgwMw/s400/august+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike forgot his tie at home so I had to go get another one. I got $5 off because there was a little snag on it and it was the last one of its kind. I think it worked out pretty well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCNz97vO9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/0em-ndsffYc/s1600-h/august+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237842290569853906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCNz97vO9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/0em-ndsffYc/s400/august+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt Nancy, Me, Mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt; under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gazebo&lt;/span&gt; that we were stuck under for almost 2 hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCN0AbkrhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/deS2p0FDwhM/s1600-h/august+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237842291240250898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCN0AbkrhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/deS2p0FDwhM/s400/august+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael and his older brother Phillip. It was so nice to have all the help we did from Mike's old ward and his family. Everything was done so nicely and so quickly. We also had a projector to play the video Zach made us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCN076uXnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/dip94n_GpU4/s1600-h/august+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237842307208601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCN076uXnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/dip94n_GpU4/s400/august+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new father in law Jeff, Me and Mike and his mom Terri.... That was one of the longest days ever!!! I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun at the reception and thought it turned out SO nice. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun meeting all the people Mike has known his whole life and all of his best friends. Even though I can only remember a small handful of them... I will post again soon because Mike and I get to go to his grandparents cabin up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sierras&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend to get away from all of the worldly things... no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, phones, jobs. It will be so nice to just have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bonn&lt;/span&gt; fire and relax. Check back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-52687702913009?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/52687702913009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=52687702913009' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/52687702913009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/52687702913009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/08/buy-me-some-peanuts-and-cracker-jacks.html' title='Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks...'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SLCSNbwELXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MtqZLNn4_II/s72-c/august+2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3420053921544617879</id><published>2008-08-07T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:25:29.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup O' Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuQf46MI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RtGOcozSMw4/s1600-h/misc+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuQf46MI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RtGOcozSMw4/s400/misc+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231990591591082178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike Grew up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oakdale&lt;/span&gt; California which is about an hour from Tracy where we live. He grew up with this chick named Erica. We started hanging out and I love her! She is so awesome. This is her and her daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;. They came to Tracy to have dinner with me and go to the pool. Since Mike gets off so late and so did Erica that night, she and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; just spent the night so they wouldn't have to drive an hour and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was asleep by the time Mike got home and so we all talked for a couple hours and I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of good stories of them growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuMx5raI/AAAAAAAAAlA/KOojExc0XqQ/s1600-h/misc+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuMx5raI/AAAAAAAAAlA/KOojExc0XqQ/s400/misc+111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231990590592888226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new sister-in-law Kate and I went to Wells Fargo and they had this cardboard cutout thing so we asked a teller to take our picture. She pulled her hair through the hole with her head to give it a more realistic look and I have 3 arms. we look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuEOBKTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/rrK5xr0Oxqs/s1600-h/misc+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuEOBKTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/rrK5xr0Oxqs/s400/misc+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231990588294900018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guests that are staying at Mike's parents' house came with my father in law and new brother-in-law Brandon to see a firework show for Pioneer Day. It was a pretty good show. a field near where we were standing caught on fire and was all ash the next day. We must have left in perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuvP6ykI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5Q6Df-Pbh2Y/s1600-h/misc+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuvP6ykI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5Q6Df-Pbh2Y/s400/misc+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231990599845595714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   Cute little Brandon... Oh and he is straight gangster by the way...obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDtqUTapI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-Z_aQE7KYpg/s1600-h/misc+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDtqUTapI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-Z_aQE7KYpg/s400/misc+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231990581341940370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Dad at our Parry family reunion. He looks like a biker or a thug but he wears it well whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA8-liCYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kRT510g_g6k/s1600-h/misc+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA8-liCYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kRT510g_g6k/s400/misc+121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231987545946065282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and some cousins and sibling at the reunion... Good times. This pictures captures the most exciting activity we did the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA9IyGN8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/zuHKSTUG7Ag/s1600-h/misc+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA9IyGN8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/zuHKSTUG7Ag/s400/misc+118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231987548683122626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my part time lover, full time cousin Kimberly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Camberlango&lt;/span&gt;. She is so hot...even if she is camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA9e9boHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-6Jy-VggS9k/s1600-h/misc+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA9e9boHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-6Jy-VggS9k/s400/misc+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231987554636243058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister-in-law and my very handsome nephew Jack who won't even touch me with a stick or look at me for bribes. But he seems like a nice enough sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA9m55GVI/AAAAAAAAAko/yhnpMqBb_ts/s1600-h/misc+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA9m55GVI/AAAAAAAAAko/yhnpMqBb_ts/s400/misc+116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231987556768880978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             My lover Kim, brother Jacob and sister-in-law Kate doing more exciting things...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           Like sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA94pD1rI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YC5fxr3Kqnw/s1600-h/misc+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvA94pD1rI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YC5fxr3Kqnw/s400/misc+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231987561530119858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful niece Cadence kept biffing it while she was walking. She has one band-aid on her knee in this picture but the next couple of hours after that she had like 4. Poor girl. And my mom wasn't feeling well so she was asleep in the cabin and right when she woke up and came out to join us Cadence started crying for Grandma. My mom is the best Grandma I know... That isn't a grandma to me of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-HQgN9ZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/S2mkWi-Xw1c/s1600-h/misc+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-HQgN9ZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/S2mkWi-Xw1c/s400/misc+170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231984424019424658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;, new BF Erica and I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Turlock&lt;/span&gt; city fair to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Doobie&lt;/span&gt; Brothers perform and went the wrong night. So we ended up having to be tortured through Little Big Town.... which is my least favorite type of music, Country. Ugh. So we went the next night and saw The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Doobie&lt;/span&gt; Brothers and got one of those old fashioned pictures taken. It was my first time and I love it. I will scan it in the next time I have access to a scanner and post it because it really is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-Hor49CI/AAAAAAAAAjs/V5WnoYzGIBo/s1600-h/misc+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-Hor49CI/AAAAAAAAAjs/V5WnoYzGIBo/s400/misc+164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231984430510830626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Us at the fair in the Jurassic Park Journey or whatever they called it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-HwY7lVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MLFZOgnUfIM/s1600-h/misc+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-HwY7lVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MLFZOgnUfIM/s400/misc+152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231984432578794834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I played a dart game and popped a balloon my first 2 tries and then missed but then with my last one I popped like 4 at the same time. I won a cute little frog wearing a crown for Mike and a teddy bear for Erica and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;! I am an amazing dart player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-IIb_IyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/TsqOxtYzDTY/s1600-h/misc+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-IIb_IyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/TsqOxtYzDTY/s400/misc+141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231984439034061602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hat that was fashioned especially for me at my bridal shower thrown for me by my sister in laws and a close friend of Mike's family "Aunt" Kristen. They made it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt; party themed which was so cute. and I scored on gifts by the way! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shout out&lt;/span&gt; to whoever contributed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-IU2FPeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EhRFtHIvn_E/s1600-h/misc+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu-IU2FPeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EhRFtHIvn_E/s400/misc+122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231984442364739042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6xN_Ce5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/VTqxkkKl30U/s1600-h/misc+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6xN_Ce5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/VTqxkkKl30U/s400/misc+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231980746851384210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike and I are seeing who can get the highest score on songs. I won most of the time I am not going to lie... like Zach and my mom do... I was kicking butt! And Mike is not wearing a shirt by the way because if you notice I am wearing it. We were taking pictures for Zach and were wearing the same outfits in them. Zach is a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6xSy4XkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/eGjjB_2ePGI/s1600-h/misc+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6xSy4XkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/eGjjB_2ePGI/s400/misc+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231980748142566978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Mike's friends that works for the same company and lives in the same apartment complex got a dog. Since they work all day everyday I go over there to dog sit everyday. Plus they have cable and we don't which is a huge bonus! She is so cute. She is half border Collie and half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rottweiler&lt;/span&gt;. I love her and I am going to have to give her up in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6xmJX9iI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WLfb5w-jRuA/s1600-h/misc+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6xmJX9iI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WLfb5w-jRuA/s400/misc+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231980753337185826" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6x3KexzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Eml5KaBPAbU/s1600-h/misc+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6x3KexzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Eml5KaBPAbU/s400/misc+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231980757905229618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6x-YnpAI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vHSz0rJLrVg/s1600-h/misc+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJu6x-YnpAI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vHSz0rJLrVg/s400/misc+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231980759843578882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Zach for making me the best wedding video ever! You are awesome! I watch it almost everyday because I love it so much and can't wait for everybody else to see it! Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-3420053921544617879?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3420053921544617879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3420053921544617879' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3420053921544617879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3420053921544617879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/08/cup-o-tea.html' title='A Cup O&apos; Tea'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SJvDuQf46MI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RtGOcozSMw4/s72-c/misc+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-232002470082155153</id><published>2008-07-15T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:27:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://allthingsspears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin (Attractive) Spears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(click on her name to see her blog!) did this and I thought it would be fun! So do it please... and you can do a short one for Mike if you want for those of you who have met him and want to but only after you do a memory for me! :) to make this more fun I will put some old pictures of me on here (some very embarrassing) in hopes of maybe helping refresh some of your minds! You are pretty much going to watch me grow up..some of you against your will but oh well... You will do it and enjoy yourself in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment on this post of any memory you have of me. Whether you know me a little or a lot. It could be silly or funny or sentimental or whatever. Then do a similar post on your blog and I'll do the same. Really it's fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QUdQmRvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HLrJUX894Yg/s1600-h/cowgirl+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QUdQmRvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HLrJUX894Yg/s400/cowgirl+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419455201494770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QUfhRqLI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EZslFCWcCB4/s1600-h/spaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QUfhRqLI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EZslFCWcCB4/s400/spaghetti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419455808317618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QUgF-3rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HvUzqQonCyU/s1600-h/purple+jumpsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QUgF-3rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HvUzqQonCyU/s400/purple+jumpsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419455962275506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QVE1LGyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ugwAqyf1l_o/s1600-h/eliza+and+me+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QVE1LGyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ugwAqyf1l_o/s400/eliza+and+me+young.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419465823886114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1RnHObVyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/znUUtHdG0ys/s1600-h/bright+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1RnHObVyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/znUUtHdG0ys/s400/bright+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223420875215951650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QVZvS-fI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pOmI5JZ7prk/s1600-h/car+red+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QVZvS-fI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pOmI5JZ7prk/s400/car+red+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223419471436380658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1RoaCv6tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3evzIIPeugo/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1RoaCv6tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3evzIIPeugo/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223420897447111378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1RoKRN3KI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ilsFpWzTquw/s1600-h/5-8-2008+8%3B01%3B20+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1RoKRN3KI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ilsFpWzTquw/s400/5-8-2008+8%3B01%3B20+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223420893212826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1RoDvvRjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/qq47t31Hn3k/s1600-h/5-8-2008+8%3B01%3B10+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1Zk5luMHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/c04ANN2zFwc/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223429633288843378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1ZkvXunDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AW2CZ0zwJbQ/s1600-h/wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1ZkvXunDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AW2CZ0zwJbQ/s400/wedding3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223429630545796146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1ZkOSVZGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tl7kCaVXqeQ/s1600-h/11_P11_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1ZkOSVZGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tl7kCaVXqeQ/s400/11_P11_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223429621664801890" 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/1772760711700652729-232002470082155153?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/232002470082155153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=232002470082155153' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/232002470082155153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/232002470082155153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SH1QUdQmRvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HLrJUX894Yg/s72-c/cowgirl+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-619489282333702734</id><published>2008-07-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:16:40.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna come over?</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; cuts in and out so I am going to just explain my pictures... Mike plays softball with people he works with. We went to his game yesterday and it made me miss softball so much! He said I could probably play on his team but NO WAY... I haven't played in years and I do not want to be the reason their team loses. Everyone he works with would shun him! Anyway.... I hung out in the dugout handing out sunflower seeds and sour skittles to the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3ytY-a2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/CYa-0YANfm0/s1600-h/house+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3ytY-a2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/CYa-0YANfm0/s400/house+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111012160269154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            Mike giving me  thumbs up a few minutes before he goes out to bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3zMLPnXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/l9VFDaE1hrI/s1600-h/house+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3zMLPnXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/l9VFDaE1hrI/s400/house+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111020424174962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3zenyDUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fi4pNPXr9q8/s1600-h/house+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3zenyDUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fi4pNPXr9q8/s400/house+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111025375710530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ball that you see flying away from his bat actually ended up going really far but into the foul zone...whoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3z1rjAhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/V0HDey88e4s/s1600-h/house+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3z1rjAhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/V0HDey88e4s/s400/house+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223111031565517330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us after the game in our baseball caps. He has had sore elbows for about a month now, he probably pulled his tendons installing his systems but who knows, so after the game we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart to get an ice pack because his elbows were killing him. Poor guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxkXQ-6-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vIbrLARAKXY/s1600-h/house+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxkXQ-6-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vIbrLARAKXY/s400/house+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223104168633232354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten a request to post pictures of where I live. Mike's company furnished our apartment and pays our rent and utilities. It is a really sweet deal and it is nice furniture. It is a a brand new really nice apartment with a nice pool area and big BBQ areas. I enjoy it here. And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if you can tell by zooming in or not Eliza, but that is Twilight sitting on my table... Yes it is in my possession now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I will begin reading it (Against my will, might I add) within the next couple of days when I  finish the other book I am reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxk-D5MgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KEmUuf_tSL4/s1600-h/house+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxk-D5MgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KEmUuf_tSL4/s400/house+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223104179047313922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxlNJZs4I/AAAAAAAAAec/2er5OHlmkX4/s1600-h/house+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxlNJZs4I/AAAAAAAAAec/2er5OHlmkX4/s400/house+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223104183096947586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxllOPRUI/AAAAAAAAAek/CfazzXxxD_4/s1600-h/house+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxllOPRUI/AAAAAAAAAek/CfazzXxxD_4/s400/house+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223104189559686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxlwNGK-I/AAAAAAAAAes/oGKcNGm74sk/s1600-h/house+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHwxlwNGK-I/AAAAAAAAAes/oGKcNGm74sk/s400/house+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223104192507685858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is all for now... I need to hurry up and post this before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; goes out. I'll post more a little bit later. Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-619489282333702734?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/619489282333702734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=619489282333702734' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/619489282333702734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/619489282333702734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-internet-cuts-in-and-out-so-i-am.html' title='Wanna come over?'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHw3ytY-a2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/CYa-0YANfm0/s72-c/house+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-7455082982692637496</id><published>2008-07-12T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:03:56.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHlf5G9QIdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jnFcTqzacpY/s1600-h/date+night+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHlf5G9QIdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jnFcTqzacpY/s400/date+night+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222310677637505490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually Mike works from between 9 am and 1 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to between 11 pm and 1 am. It is pretty random. And he works Monday through Saturday. So he works long hours several days a week and I miss him all day! I have been trying to find a second job since the job I got at Pac Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; only gives me 3 hours once every 2 weeks which obviously doesn't pay the bills and just to keep myself busy. Mike's office is in the area of Merced now which is an hour and a half away and he has to drive there and back every day. Most of his co-workers have stayed in a hotel the majority of the wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k to save from traveling. Mike comes home every night though. Yesterday there were a few jobs that needed to be done 30 minutes away from us and since everyone else was still in Merced, Mike took care of those ones and there was no sense in driving another hour away to get a little bit more work and so he got off at 4 pm!!!!! That never happens!!! I was so excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to hear I wasn't going to be bored out of my mind all night. He got home around 4:45 with a rose for me... He is the nicest husband ever! We went to Outback for dinner and then went to see Hancock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which, by the way, was very entertaining. We really enjoyed it. We went and bought a couple movies in the $5.00 bin at Wal Mart (which is our favorite) and I got The Princess Bride for only $4.00!! We went home and watched 2 movies and then went to bed. It was one of the best nights ever. I forgot to take pictures of is on our date. Oops OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHliMvNvM-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Dz20ieL38S8/s1600-h/date+night+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHliMvNvM-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Dz20ieL38S8/s400/date+night+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222313213884838882" 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/1772760711700652729-7455082982692637496?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/7455082982692637496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=7455082982692637496' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7455082982692637496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7455082982692637496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/07/date-night.html' title='Date night!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHlf5G9QIdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jnFcTqzacpY/s72-c/date+night+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-9205596822297400042</id><published>2008-07-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:53:03.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>Mike and I had some people that he works with and his cousin Cassidy over this weekend  to have a card game, guitar hero, super nintendo night. It was really fun. I was killing EVERYONE at super nintendo. Mike warned everyone, when they were talking crap that they would win, that his wife was going to KILL them. And I did. Oh and I found out that one of the other girls that lives here in these apartments because her husband works with Mike, has the same maiden name as me. Her name is Caitlin Parry. We did some research and she is my 4th cousin or something. Pretty awesome huh? Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWi3V79QCI/AAAAAAAAAds/BdEqO4jNyVE/s1600-h/hangout+2+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWi3V79QCI/AAAAAAAAAds/BdEqO4jNyVE/s400/hangout+2+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221258414671085602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Here is me with Caitlin Parry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWUVz9WLwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PEszw1SZTzI/s1600-h/mikeand+me+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWUVz9WLwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PEszw1SZTzI/s400/mikeand+me+rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221242445451636482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWRCeONFCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mwFuu6bO1A4/s1600-h/Hangout+307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWRCeONFCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mwFuu6bO1A4/s400/Hangout+307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221238814664365090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWRiN_oanI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_zx-VZJsGuw/s1600-h/mikemecass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWRiN_oanI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_zx-VZJsGuw/s400/mikemecass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221239360064088690" 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/1772760711700652729-9205596822297400042?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/9205596822297400042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=9205596822297400042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/9205596822297400042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/9205596822297400042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SHWi3V79QCI/AAAAAAAAAds/BdEqO4jNyVE/s72-c/hangout+2+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2813557651638374345</id><published>2008-07-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:05:24.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our engagement pictures...</title><content type='html'>I know we are already married but we still  have to send out announcements and we were still engaged for these pictures, barely, they were taken the day before our wedding. My beautiful Aunt Debi took them. They are awesome! check it....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsnaL15hZI/AAAAAAAAAco/PVWo9MeCMEM/s1600-h/9_P9_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsnaL15hZI/AAAAAAAAAco/PVWo9MeCMEM/s400/9_P9_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218307924047791506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsl0LkxmTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/U2nYYIAaIOY/s1600-h/20_P20_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsl0LkxmTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/U2nYYIAaIOY/s400/20_P20_020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218306171629312306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsl0lhub8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/6a0HxrRF_YM/s1600-h/21_P21_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsl0lhub8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/6a0HxrRF_YM/s400/21_P21_021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218306178595844034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiQ2lCyqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ov095C6KX3w/s1600-h/15_P15_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiQ2lCyqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ov095C6KX3w/s400/15_P15_015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218302266162989730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiRSIT68I/AAAAAAAAAb4/JyeNLQvAX9w/s1600-h/16_P16_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiRSIT68I/AAAAAAAAAb4/JyeNLQvAX9w/s400/16_P16_016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218302273558670274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiRv-IZ_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/zP5MfprMF-A/s1600-h/17_P17_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiRv-IZ_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/zP5MfprMF-A/s400/17_P17_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218302281569036274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiSLWQvVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/a64tGl7Y8Pg/s1600-h/18_P18_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiSLWQvVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/a64tGl7Y8Pg/s400/18_P18_018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218302288918003026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiStgI9aI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DpVFkENIl0w/s1600-h/19_P19_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsiStgI9aI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DpVFkENIl0w/s400/19_P19_019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218302298086241698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsf7Zpu74I/AAAAAAAAAbI/Bgwuxl7ZPec/s1600-h/7_P7_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsf7Zpu74I/AAAAAAAAAbI/Bgwuxl7ZPec/s400/7_P7_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218299698597523330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsf79gqw1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tbIhUIhjyFg/s1600-h/8_P8_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsf79gqw1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tbIhUIhjyFg/s400/8_P8_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218299708223177554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsf8fHZsaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YaQYlI_oHSM/s1600-h/12_P12_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsf8fHZsaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YaQYlI_oHSM/s400/12_P12_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218299717244006818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsf8qzWlqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UyhmZ7B_U-I/s1600-h/13_P13_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsdZlcW47I/AAAAAAAAAaw/5ZJEsU-sgrw/s400/5_P5_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218296918623839154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsdaPLXeEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dnlH9KKzzEk/s1600-h/6_P6_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsdaPLXeEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dnlH9KKzzEk/s400/6_P6_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218296929826863170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGscI12ycCI/AAAAAAAAAag/Dw-jPepuloc/s1600-h/11_P11_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGscI12ycCI/AAAAAAAAAag/Dw-jPepuloc/s400/11_P11_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218295531460259874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsaiqoUQJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QkaKsc0NYf4/s1600-h/10_P10_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsaiqoUQJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QkaKsc0NYf4/s400/10_P10_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218293776100114578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsWJTQMCXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/9MchmfUxYIY/s1600-h/3_P3_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsWJTQMCXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/9MchmfUxYIY/s400/3_P3_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218288942281656690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsVlTzZDBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w9LfopTzZFQ/s1600-h/1_P1_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsVlTzZDBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w9LfopTzZFQ/s400/1_P1_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218288323954019346" 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/1772760711700652729-2813557651638374345?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/2813557651638374345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=2813557651638374345' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2813557651638374345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2813557651638374345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-engagement-pictures.html' title='Our engagement pictures...'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGsnaL15hZI/AAAAAAAAAco/PVWo9MeCMEM/s72-c/9_P9_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-342264169003115683</id><published>2008-06-18T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:27:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our honeymoon in Lake Tahoe</title><content type='html'>Mike's grandparents own a condo in Lake Tahoe. So we got to stay in a large 2 story 3 bed/3bath for free! It was really awesome. It had a dock right out back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-1b7LgJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/V7GqCd9bCVs/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-1b7LgJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/V7GqCd9bCVs/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213478237640556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our view from the back yard... Mike liked watching all the fish and thinking about how he wanted them dead and on the BBQ and in his mouth. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFqhFlv580I/AAAAAAAAAZE/BkBKRjOStYA/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFqhFlv580I/AAAAAAAAAZE/BkBKRjOStYA/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213656636039230274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a delicious dinner on our last night there. I had a huge Steak with a really good baked potato and he had a burger. yummy! Look... you can see his wedding ring. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-2AvXl5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/9K_MOUsrVZY/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-2AvXl5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/9K_MOUsrVZY/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213478247523129234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My extremely attractive husband. This is us still at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-29C2f4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/XFPzISdAh8w/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-29C2f4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/XFPzISdAh8w/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213478263710973826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first day there, we went and layed out on the beach. The picture above is the result of a man white as a ghost laying out in the sun for 30 minutes with no sun screen on... He got so burned. It was really sad. He could hardly move. We also saw the hulk that night... it was freaking awesome I thought. He looks like the red hulk OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6yuhgFlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vEDmGp_ov7c/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6yuhgFlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vEDmGp_ov7c/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213473793047008850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lake was freezing! Mike was cuddling with himself to try and keep warm... he ran back out of the water shortly after this picture was taken. He got way further in then me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6y7nes7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/V-0XsXoLQp0/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6y7nes7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/V-0XsXoLQp0/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213473796561744818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        I like kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6zZE5wHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4VrJOqzgz8U/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6zZE5wHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4VrJOqzgz8U/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213473804469780594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is nice and wrote this in the sand for me. We had to write something short and snap the picture fast because the waves kept washing it away. In fact the wave at the bottom of the picture washed the M hearts A away. Stupid waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6z291HLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nKM49kkZGuw/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn6z291HLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nKM49kkZGuw/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213473812493180082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some delightful ice cream after the beach. I love vanilla milkshakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn60c12-3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uxHTB-Tp7kw/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn60c12-3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uxHTB-Tp7kw/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213473822660295538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                This is the view from the upstairs balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-3ZDVbPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XsQLL9iKRw0/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-3ZDVbPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XsQLL9iKRw0/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213478271229193458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the plane on the way home. I had a lot of fun. I am really happy I found Mike and that he is now mine to boss around... I am only partly kidding. I love you all and can't wait to see most of you in September&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-342264169003115683?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/342264169003115683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=342264169003115683' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/342264169003115683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/342264169003115683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-honeymoon-in-lake-tahoe.html' title='Our honeymoon in Lake Tahoe'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn-1b7LgJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/V7GqCd9bCVs/s72-c/new+york+vegas+tahoe+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3089269858165710954</id><published>2008-06-18T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:07:41.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now officially Mrs. Findarle</title><content type='html'>I got married the morning of June 14th 2008 to the greatest guy ever. He makes me so happy and is so good to me. I know I have mentioned this once or twice but he is also really hot. Anyway here are a few pictures of me getting ready, walking down to Mike, and our first kiss as husband and wife and all that other good stuff.... please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IJEhxyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2BrC09ySFb0/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IJEhxyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2BrC09ySFb0/s400/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213468663392356130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IN9ASPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xRE4vaewGZw/s1600-h/wedding6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IN9ASPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xRE4vaewGZw/s400/wedding6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213468664702978290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2k0W1mXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BQrm-aE97os/s1600-h/wedding10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2k0W1mXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BQrm-aE97os/s400/wedding10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469156048214386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IXykSjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pwzAEZiufHU/s1600-h/wedding9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IXykSjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pwzAEZiufHU/s400/wedding9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213468667343555122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2ITmtxDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jG06Ci9S7hE/s1600-h/wedding12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2ITmtxDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jG06Ci9S7hE/s400/wedding12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213468666220102706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            exchanging rings.... obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IkbS_EI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q_RQxH0POpM/s1600-h/wedding13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IkbS_EI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q_RQxH0POpM/s400/wedding13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213468670735612994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2ks7RcNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jzSCp3Bx4Sw/s1600-h/wedding14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2ks7RcNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jzSCp3Bx4Sw/s400/wedding14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469154053550290" 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/1772760711700652729-3089269858165710954?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3089269858165710954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3089269858165710954' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3089269858165710954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3089269858165710954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-now-officially-mrs-findarle.html' title='I am now officially Mrs. Findarle'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn2IJEhxyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2BrC09ySFb0/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2972249547349745252</id><published>2008-06-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:58:12.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did promise.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0B2TnRDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Aq57qazOdek/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0B2TnRDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Aq57qazOdek/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213466356252886066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Idaho to see my cousin Lawrence who just got off his mission. We are pretty much best buds. I sure do love and miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0CJK3fNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jt_7AaEOVo0/s1600-h/donner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0CJK3fNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jt_7AaEOVo0/s400/donner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213466361316474066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I left Idaho and drove straight to the part of California I am living in now. Tracy, Ca. It was about 10 hours or so and this is a picture of me passing Donner's pass... I all the sudden got a craving for flesh so I tried eating my arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0CapqAkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/XblaIW6Dmzg/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0CapqAkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/XblaIW6Dmzg/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213466366009016898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me with Mike's cousin Cassidy. I love her so freaking much. She is my age and we get along so well. We hang out almost everyday after she gets out of boring hair school. I think I'd go crazy out here by myself without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0CwxTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/E0C8NOZ6F80/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0CwxTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/E0C8NOZ6F80/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213466371946660802" 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/1772760711700652729-2972249547349745252?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/2972249547349745252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=2972249547349745252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2972249547349745252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2972249547349745252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-did-promise.html' title='I did promise.....'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFn0B2TnRDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Aq57qazOdek/s72-c/new+york+vegas+tahoe+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2139965089387272951</id><published>2008-06-18T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:23:20.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have ALOT to ketchup on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmddo7SWnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JhfEWF6EXdg/s1600-h/vegas+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmddo7SWnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JhfEWF6EXdg/s400/vegas+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213371176185911922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am going to do a couple short summaries of trips I have taken because I have not had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for so long I could not update about my trip to Vegas,m New York, Idaho, my wedding or my honeymoon. Some of it I will explain some I will just write captions under pictures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;? So First, I went to Vegas with my then fiance's sister Kaitlynn because she had only been once I believe. Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmci4aEsLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3iAn6Gue63c/s1600-h/vegas+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmci4aEsLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3iAn6Gue63c/s400/vegas+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213370166729289906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cadence and I playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;... I pulled every muscle in my arm playing tennis and it was almost unusable but I kept on going. It hurt so badly but was worth every knot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFma1ZLbYZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BdQE5DA01dE/s1600-h/vegas+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFma1ZLbYZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BdQE5DA01dE/s400/vegas+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213368285740622226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Cadence and Me cuddling... I sure do love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFma2wvLRQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cH-iEMo7Be8/s1600-h/vegas+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFma2wvLRQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cH-iEMo7Be8/s400/vegas+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213368309244445954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Rocking out to guitar hero!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFma3GlaADI/AAAAAAAAAVY/x6gldNAyW90/s1600-h/vegas+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFma3GlaADI/AAAAAAAAAVY/x6gldNAyW90/s400/vegas+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213368315109048370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anjoel&lt;/span&gt;, Zach and I in the kitchen while Zach paints and I am "helping." I did my best but I might have been slowing him sown. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid, my beautiful cousin threw me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; bridal shower too.... it was good and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people showed up. Thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ingie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjHWoRsiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/m2xRN8Dm2-M/s1600-h/vegas+shower+mole+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjHWoRsiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/m2xRN8Dm2-M/s400/vegas+shower+mole+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213377390386983458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got a mole removed.... this post might be scrambled and not in order but like I said its been awhile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so bare with me here for a second.... I got it removed because my nice then fiance made me just because the stupid doctor said it could become cancerous... I know what a jerk (just kidding...kinda) and Mike wanted me to live without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kemo&lt;/span&gt; or something dumb like that. So I got it removed and my beautiful cousin Jana came with me for moral support and a backup fighter for when the doctor tried sticking a needle in me. I asked if they had stuff to numb it before they numb it with a needle so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; feel the needle. She said she could look into it so I was like, I know you have it here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;? so just do it. She finally agreed to doing it... What I don't understand is why they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do that in the first place. I would agree to go more often if they did.... dummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjHLYasyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1IjkJtaV-eg/s1600-h/vegas+shower+mole+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjHLYasyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1IjkJtaV-eg/s400/vegas+shower+mole+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213377387367674658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My back after the mole was removed. Sick right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to New York with my sisters. I am afraid of repeating everything they have already said due to the fact that we did the same things while we were there so again I will label my pictures. I would like to say that I will agree with Jessica about the smell of the subways. They look and smell like someone painted it with pee and peed all in it. Then dragged a BO infested lice bum across it to mop with and then let smell of rotten sewage and mold linger throughout the subway system. I wonder where New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;York's&lt;/span&gt; Tax dollars go.... Not to cleaning that piece of muck.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjIXTU_hI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iM7WiN9H4bU/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjIXTU_hI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iM7WiN9H4bU/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213377407747423762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hotel room..... it was tiny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjH-WTegI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0EHCGqMoA8I/s1600-h/new+york+vegas+tahoe+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmjH-WTegI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0EHCGqMoA8I/s400/new+york+vegas+tahoe+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213377401049020930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the natural history museu......zzzzzzzzz....sorry I fell asleep just thinking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; Ill post more tonight.... I promise... unless my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection is lost then I wont. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-2139965089387272951?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/2139965089387272951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=2139965089387272951' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2139965089387272951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2139965089387272951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-alot-to-ketchup-on.html' title='I have ALOT to ketchup on....'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SFmddo7SWnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JhfEWF6EXdg/s72-c/vegas+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2035681966747624299</id><published>2008-05-19T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:52:59.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SDI88hajw-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/3-IpcyfNhfM/s1600-h/Audrey%2Band%2BMike%2BWeekend%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SDI88hajw-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/3-IpcyfNhfM/s400/Audrey%2Band%2BMike%2BWeekend%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202287530025927650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from the very attractive Mike Findarle on Thursday at around 5:00 pm... He informed me that he had gotten a call earlier and was asked if he wanted to transfer to Modesto California. Being me, the first thing I did instead of asking him why that would be a good idea, I panicked. Jessica, Eliza and I had bought tickets to New York and Jessica was going to meet Mike and we were going to stay with Mike. So we wouldn't have anywhere to stay, I wouldn't see Mike and I was pretty stressed. I didn't even stop to think that it was where he grew up (well in Oakdale which is right next to it) his grandparents are there, he hates the east coast and would be much happier there and he would make 3 times as much there. So I stopped being so selfish and talked to him about it and we agreed it would be best if he came out to California. He packed up and left a few hours later because he could not wait to get out of New York. He arrived Saturday afternoon and I was so excited to see him get out of the car. I ran downstairs and it was awesome! AND... he bought me an awesome shirt that says "Rehab is for quitters" which is true ya know? We spent the weekend together and went and saw Iron man (which was so freaking awesome, Robert Downey Jr. did an amazing job) went to breakfast, watched without a paddle, went on an awesome walk up in the canyon where he scared the crap out of me acting like animals were chasing me and just spending time together. He had a beard when he pulled up and I love it. I think he looks so hot with it. Anyway I had a great weekend and was pretty depressed when he left this morning. I really am getting sick of saying goodbye to him and can't wait for it all to be over! Over and Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-2035681966747624299?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/2035681966747624299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=2035681966747624299' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2035681966747624299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2035681966747624299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/05/suprise.html' title='Suprise!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SDI88hajw-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/3-IpcyfNhfM/s72-c/Audrey%2Band%2BMike%2BWeekend%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-8932117610374612796</id><published>2008-05-05T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:24:44.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB92VJ8-8EI/AAAAAAAAATc/lana4JUh97o/s1600-h/audrey+birthday+weekend+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197002600829874242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB92VJ8-8EI/AAAAAAAAATc/lana4JUh97o/s400/audrey+birthday+weekend+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This picture was supposed to have me, Heidi and an animal in the background... I missed.... oops &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. The zoo is fun! I love it. I didn't remember how fun the zoo was! Here are some cool pictures of Heidi and I. She drove up here for my birthday. By the way... I got a new cowgirl hat. I know I know... I am becoming a "roper" which is what my cousin Ashlee referred to me as. I think it is fun to play a cowgirl with my cowboy boyfriend! So back off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB92Vp8-8FI/AAAAAAAAATk/wizFjkHl9-w/s1600-h/audrey+birthday+weekend+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197002609419808850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB92Vp8-8FI/AAAAAAAAATk/wizFjkHl9-w/s400/audrey+birthday+weekend+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A really cute looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elephant&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB92WZ8-8GI/AAAAAAAAATs/UsVdbGc7oa4/s1600-h/audrey+birthday+weekend+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197002622304710754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB92WZ8-8GI/AAAAAAAAATs/UsVdbGc7oa4/s400/audrey+birthday+weekend+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; being a rhino here... Gosh I am a hot rhino... Look at that horn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91Z58-8DI/AAAAAAAAATU/4dUvt1ZzV5Q/s1600-h/audrey+birthday+weekend+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197001582922625074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91Z58-8DI/AAAAAAAAATU/4dUvt1ZzV5Q/s400/audrey+birthday+weekend+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then I turned into a camel... mysterious things happen at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hogle&lt;/span&gt; zoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91Y58-8BI/AAAAAAAAATE/mQIuyJzGTTg/s1600-h/audrey+birthday+weekend+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197001565742755858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91Y58-8BI/AAAAAAAAATE/mQIuyJzGTTg/s400/audrey+birthday+weekend+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Us posing with the elephant's feet in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91ZZ8-8CI/AAAAAAAAATM/JoiaAR3oE6g/s1600-h/audrey+birthday+weekend+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197001574332690466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91ZZ8-8CI/AAAAAAAAATM/JoiaAR3oE6g/s400/audrey+birthday+weekend+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I want to ride on a real elephant's trunk it would be awesome! Think about it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91YZ8-8AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gUM6rdFXozg/s1600-h/audrey+birthday+weekend+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197001557152821250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB91YZ8-8AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gUM6rdFXozg/s400/audrey+birthday+weekend+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is us at the gift shop deciding whether or not we should buy these hats... after seeing this picture we obviously decided to get them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to temple square but those pictures are on my laptop at home and I am at work so I will post again soon! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-8932117610374612796?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/8932117610374612796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=8932117610374612796' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/8932117610374612796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/8932117610374612796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-trip-to-zoo.html' title='My trip to the zoo'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SB92VJ8-8EI/AAAAAAAAATc/lana4JUh97o/s72-c/audrey+birthday+weekend+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-5697773072214807859</id><published>2008-05-02T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:46:09.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBta958-76I/AAAAAAAAASM/klRCYKuBsj4/s1600-h/birthday_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195846614677122978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBta958-76I/AAAAAAAAASM/klRCYKuBsj4/s400/birthday_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to the spa yesterday because Amelia won a half day escape at work and doesn't like going to the spa (I know... really weird) and since I took her old landlord to court and we obviously won and he paid her money plus some, she gave it to me. So I decided to use it relieve some stress right before my birthday. I got an hour massage, a 45 minute facial, a manicure and a pedicure. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text from Josh at 6 something in the A.M. that made me smile. He is nice and it said... foooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr shes a jolly good fellow for shes a jolly fellow for shes a jolly good fellllow da duh da da dade dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195845351956737906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtZ0Z8-73I/AAAAAAAAAR0/McVkUjx6k64/s400/birthday_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then... Amelia and Ingrid threw me my very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt; party at midnight last night! It scared the crap out of me and they both kept trying to make me come home and I was right in the middle of something at Jana's and so they waited 2 hours... whoops! They made me the coolest cake ever and they even put a jewel for my nose ring on it! And they made me a card with my face drawn on it... I had so much fun! They even tie-dyed the inside of the cake! They are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195845845877976962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtaRJ8-74I/AAAAAAAAAR8/3oVXDTA-pJ8/s400/birthday_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtby58-77I/AAAAAAAAASU/quUMiQMUwkQ/s1600-h/birthday_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195847525210189746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtby58-77I/AAAAAAAAASU/quUMiQMUwkQ/s400/birthday_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtcNZ8-78I/AAAAAAAAASc/l6FrRs8ukJM/s1600-h/birthday_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195847980476723138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtcNZ8-78I/AAAAAAAAASc/l6FrRs8ukJM/s400/birthday_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtdaJ8-7-I/AAAAAAAAASs/X7sPqI4KAYM/s1600-h/birthday_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849299031683042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtdaJ8-7-I/AAAAAAAAASs/X7sPqI4KAYM/s400/birthday_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to work my coworkers had put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt; all over my desk and a superstar balloon! It was so nice.. and a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtcoZ8-79I/AAAAAAAAASk/3tjf4zrHpTQ/s1600-h/birthday_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195848444333191122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtcoZ8-79I/AAAAAAAAASk/3tjf4zrHpTQ/s400/birthday_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtdap8-7_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/4z7PXN1mKxw/s1600-h/birthday_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849307621617650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBtdap8-7_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/4z7PXN1mKxw/s400/birthday_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will probably add more tomorrow since the day has not even really started yet! Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-5697773072214807859?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/5697773072214807859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=5697773072214807859' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/5697773072214807859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/5697773072214807859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBta958-76I/AAAAAAAAASM/klRCYKuBsj4/s72-c/birthday_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-6081356879330058471</id><published>2008-05-01T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:29:10.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Besides... Nobody takes muh boots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBom7Z8-72I/AAAAAAAAARs/CGkP7scneMg/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195507922146094946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBom7Z8-72I/AAAAAAAAARs/CGkP7scneMg/s400/Mike+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would really like it if someone (I think it will most likely be Zach) could tell me where the title of my blog came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... I got new boots! My first pair ever of real cowgirl boots! I love them. I got some because first, which is the obvious reason, I am engaged to a cowboy. The hottest of them all if you don't mind me saying so. Second because I am going to be wearing them when we take our engagement pictures. How hot will we look seriously? Anyway, my boots are the official &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PBR&lt;/span&gt; boot. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PBR&lt;/span&gt;=Professional bull riding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my grades back! So some of you know I accidentally missed my mid term for my math class... whoops. And even though I got an overall average grade of a B+ for homework and C+ for tests I still had a 69.4% overall grade before my final. So I was really hoping my final would bring it up at least .6% because in order to get those 5 credits for that class you have to pass with at least a 70%. Well friends and family.... I got a C on the final and brought my grade up to a C- AND PASSED! I am so freaking cool. And I got an A- on my final paper for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; class which gave me a B+, thank you. I got an A- in my criminal justice class and a B+ in my fitness class. I would've gotten a higher grade in fitness but I didn't feel like going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of the time. So anyway that is my exciting news! My first semester ever in college I got 13 credits and passed all my classes! And I don't have to retake stupid math (that I literally will never need anyway.... any math I will ever do can be done on a simple calculator) which I really though I would have to retake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into the book store to sell my books back. I put my math book on the counter that I had just finished using a few days earlier, and the guy looked at me like I was some kind of con artist. He said in a tone that annoyed me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, "This book is WAY outdated." He was talking to me like I was an idiot. So I said, "Oh really? Because I just got done using this book a few days ago." He replied, "Well that book is really old. We have a new version already." So I said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;, take the books that you CAN buy back and give me the money for them." Then he goes on to tell me the prices of them all... I am thinking.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; give me the money already! It is not like if I don't like the amount of it I can go to all of the other bookstores in all of the other universities and try to get a better price for a book that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt; stamped all over it! And I am not going to use it again! So he is on my hit list. Him and his family better watch their backs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliza took my Bridal pictures. They turned out awesome! I would put them on here but Mike REALLY doesn't want to see them before the wedding so I will not. But I will in a couple of months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am missing Mike more than anything. He is the most amazing person I have ever met. He is the hottest person I have ever met! Oh and I bought these cute shirts that say Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Findarle&lt;/span&gt; and I have one that says I love Mike... except it actually doesn't say the word love but it has 3 hearts. It is really cute okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1772760711700652729-6081356879330058471?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/6081356879330058471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=6081356879330058471' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/6081356879330058471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/6081356879330058471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/05/besides-nobody-takes-muh-boots.html' title='Besides... Nobody takes muh boots.'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SBom7Z8-72I/AAAAAAAAARs/CGkP7scneMg/s72-c/Mike+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-4486432190710622786</id><published>2008-04-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:08:12.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to New York!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWStV3CwDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CfjenrSKPhs/s1600-h/New+York+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189715453274144818" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWStV3CwDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CfjenrSKPhs/s400/New+York+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I look really hefty in this picture....why do I feel the need to stick my stomach out as far as I can in pictures?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am back from New York but I had a lot of fun! The first night I was there we were both pretty tired so we just watched a movie with his roommates. The next morning (morning meaning 12:30 or 1) Mike, his friends Blake, Gary and Jorgen and I, went to the train station that took us to New York City. It only took us about and hour and a half which was less time it would've taken us to drive since he lives on Long Island. Plus we didn't have to deal with all of that traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWStl3CwEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZqrPhdVVQRM/s1600-h/New+York+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189715457569112130" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWStl3CwEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZqrPhdVVQRM/s400/New+York+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jorgen, Mike, Gary, Blake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWQHV3CwCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MrB4yyH808U/s1600-h/New+York+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189712601415860258" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWQHV3CwCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MrB4yyH808U/s400/New+York+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of Mike and I in the train. He is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWSt13CwFI/AAAAAAAAARE/bTXRk4rA2hU/s1600-h/New+York+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189715461864079442" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWSt13CwFI/AAAAAAAAARE/bTXRk4rA2hU/s400/New+York+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is in front of the church that was really close to the twin towers but didn't get damaged at all... weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Amityville, Long Island (Mike lives in Long Island by the way) to go see the Amityville house from the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Amityville_Horror"&gt;Amityville Horror&lt;/a&gt;. I got some really cute bags from a chinaman and I love them. Also we saw time square and ground zero, we went to New Jersey to have dinner with a family in the ward he was in when he lived in California, went through the holland tunnel (The tunnel that goes under the Hudson River), we saw the statue of liberty and the empire state building. We got a lot done in the few days we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWSul3CwGI/AAAAAAAAARM/VCIZKru2zEQ/s1600-h/New+York+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189715474748981346" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWSul3CwGI/AAAAAAAAARM/VCIZKru2zEQ/s400/New+York+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Us at Applebees, please excuse the fact that I look a lot like a man in this picture... I wonder if people thought Mike was with a guy and that he liked guys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate at Ruby Tuesday's, Applebees, and the Royal Oak Diner which was pretty good but not as good as we hoped. Anyway, I went to the airport on Monday night and said goodbye to Mike. It was so sad because I wont see him for a couple of months. I know it is probably pathetic but it is true! I miss him a lot! Enjoy all of the pictures! Oh and P.S. Jessica, Eliza and I are going to New York May 31st- June 3rd! Jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-4486432190710622786?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/4486432190710622786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=4486432190710622786' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/4486432190710622786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/4486432190710622786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-trip-to-new-york.html' title='My trip to New York!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SAWStV3CwDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CfjenrSKPhs/s72-c/New+York+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-871060838132554160</id><published>2008-04-08T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:24:57.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hobby... Sorry I am 3 days late...oops ok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_waFstH-PI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CCkphfGrjtQ/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_waFstH-PI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CCkphfGrjtQ/s400/Mike+and+Me+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187049556026063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the above picture I am displaying my bracelet, not my ring even though both are pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we learned how to make hemp necklaces! And bracelets and anklets... it is really fun! And we are really good. It took us only a few minutes to learn a little longer to practice and then we perfected it. We were so excited that we went to a couple stores to get more hemp yarn and beads. He went into the sporting goods/fishing section. (I figured he would go there. It is like Tim Taylor from Home Improvement going to a car show with his eyes closed.) Anyway, he started walking towards me with a tackle box in his hand. I asked why he was getting a fishing box and he said, "This isn't a tackle box, this is a hemp box!" He is so crafty. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_waFctH-OI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nKj9wPKDrwY/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_waFctH-OI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nKj9wPKDrwY/s400/Mike+and+Me+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187049551731095778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are even more awesome then before if that is possible! Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_waF8tH-QI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_wTHx3HQYes/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_waF8tH-QI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_wTHx3HQYes/s400/Mike+and+Me+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187049560321030402" 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/1772760711700652729-871060838132554160?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/871060838132554160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=871060838132554160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/871060838132554160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/871060838132554160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-hobby-sorry-i-am-3-days-lateoops-ok.html' title='Our Hobby... Sorry I am 3 days late...oops ok?'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_waFstH-PI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CCkphfGrjtQ/s72-c/Mike+and+Me+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-7360765462601813019</id><published>2008-04-05T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:48:48.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike=Hotter than sin=My future husband=Hottest guy ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_ed6MtH-LI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1046pfaYGo0/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185787119108880562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_ed6MtH-LI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1046pfaYGo0/s400/Mike+and+Me+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hello Everyone! You saw a picture of me and my boyfriend a couple posts back, well now he is my fiance! We took a trip down to Vegas to see my family and get him acquainted with everyone. He went to ask my dad for his blessing to ask for my hand in marriage (after taking several false alarm walks down the hall to talk to him) After over an hour of my dad "getting to know him" I sent my sister Eliza to go save him.... not that dad is mean or anything but because I KNOW Mike was so nervous and I didn't want him to be in there very much longer sweating bullets! Right when they were done I dragged Mike on a car ride in order for him to tell me every detail. He didn't tell me much so either they talked really really slow to fill that hour and a half or he was so nervous he couldn't remember the whole conversation. I am guessing option B. Anyway, after our drive we went and sat on the porch swing where he asked me to be his wife! Isn't he so hot in every way! Seriously he is though. I don't mean to sound all sappy or whatever but he is perfect in every way! I think the thing Zach likes about him the most is that he plays catch phrase. Anyway. The ring had to get sized and everything but I got it last night and it was so awesome and the prettiest ring ever. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_eeyMtH-NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8KdC6dbKyao/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185788081181554898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_eeyMtH-NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8KdC6dbKyao/s400/Mike+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did an awesome job picking it out! He got down on one knee and it was perfect! Then his mom and I were texting each other until a little after midnight! She is a party animal, and I like her. She is nice. My new name will be Audrey Diane Findarle. Cool huh? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_eccMtH-KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/a6PZEV3ua4g/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185785504201177250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_eccMtH-KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/a6PZEV3ua4g/s400/Mike+and+Me+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have more to write about a new hobby Mike and I have that is so awesome but I have to wait 4 hours until I get off so I can take pictures of it OK? So I will post again in a few hours. Love you BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_eeR8tH-MI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HR5nqz69dMs/s1600-h/Mike+and+Me+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185787527130773698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_eeR8tH-MI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HR5nqz69dMs/s400/Mike+and+Me+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1772760711700652729-7360765462601813019?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/7360765462601813019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=7360765462601813019' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7360765462601813019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7360765462601813019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/04/mikehotter-than-sinmy-future.html' title='Mike=Hotter than sin=My future husband=Hottest guy ever'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R_ed6MtH-LI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1046pfaYGo0/s72-c/Mike+and+Me+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-6711127437334887505</id><published>2008-03-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:45:16.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am grateful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m4zIgLBLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/u8pZO-w3Q6U/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177372435234358450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m4zIgLBLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/u8pZO-w3Q6U/s400/fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided that since I have not been in the best mood lately because of all the crappy things going on in my life right now I would write a list of things I am grateful for. I will also add pictures of me and someone I am grateful for. If I dont have a picture of you on here it is simply because I dont have one and if you have one of us send it to me and I will add it... send it anyway so I have it ok? So here it goes! I am grateful for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom- Best mom ever, always puts others before herself and she is always there for anyway whenever they need her! I love her A LOT! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m4HogLBJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9VSrv04mkwM/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177371687910048914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m4HogLBJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9VSrv04mkwM/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad-Funny, cool pilot, helped me a lot over the years financially and emotionally, and thanks for changing my diapers when I was a baby, oh wait.... I think that was the neighbor kids...&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m3T4gLBGI/AAAAAAAAANs/tbEFKn4XkMY/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177370798851818594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m3T4gLBGI/AAAAAAAAANs/tbEFKn4XkMY/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach-I love to play games with him-funny guy and very creative. Great dad. Also extremely smart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amber-Great mom to my niece and nephew and good listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliza-Rad, attractive- dresses really cute, skydives &lt;-------brave &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m114gLBEI/AAAAAAAAANc/5Pnna5WpUwE/s1600-h/elizaandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177369183944115266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m114gLBEI/AAAAAAAAANc/5Pnna5WpUwE/s400/elizaandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica-a stress freak just like me and I like it. Picky eater like me and a non judger (anymore) which I love the most. I love to talk to her about personal funny stuff so we can make fun of eachother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m5vYgLBOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JIe4p5iPo1M/s1600-h/me+and+boys"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177373470321476834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m5vYgLBOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JIe4p5iPo1M/s400/me+and+boys" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam- Funny, never smells bad or sweats (abnormal) and has less hair than girls. I love to play games with him like settlers (even though Jess and I can get violent) and I like to watch him wrestle and play with the boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob- I like to argue with him and listen to music with him. I love to listen to him play guitar and we talk about girls and boys we like... mostly I talk about boys and Jacob talks about boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael- A peace maker, the nicest child in our family (tell me who is nicer....don't worry, I'll wait...) SOOOO smart and he is so nice to tutor dumber kids. I like him. Also I love to play guitar hero with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broderick, Cadence, Bridger and Jack- Everytime I see them I smile and get really happy inside! I love being an aunt! I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m3CYgLBFI/AAAAAAAAANk/VMOEPnE1dUg/s1600-h/Audreywiththetwobabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177370498204107858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m3CYgLBFI/AAAAAAAAANk/VMOEPnE1dUg/s400/Audreywiththetwobabies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m7_ogLBQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V_xl8KmGK1I/s1600-h/2005November012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177375948517606658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m7_ogLBQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V_xl8KmGK1I/s400/2005November012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jana-I love to talk to her about anything and she always makes me feel better about it. I love to watch classic movies and shows with her such as: A-Team, TMNT, MacGyver, etc. She never passes any judgment...towards me... and she is so fun! I love that she is my spooning/kissing cousin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m3-ogLBII/AAAAAAAAAN8/JCSwqDJkOPA/s1600-h/jana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177371533291226242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m3-ogLBII/AAAAAAAAAN8/JCSwqDJkOPA/s400/jana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingrid-wanna have a dance party? I have fun with Ingrid no matter what we are doing. "I twas my twin" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m47ogLBMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ygqzSN0KtDU/s1600-h/ing+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177372581263246530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m47ogLBMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ygqzSN0KtDU/s400/ing+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia- Cool roommate! I like to talk to her about funny things and have parties with her, pajama parties, cereal parties, movie parties, milkshake parties, braiding our hair together parties... you know all the fun kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m5dYgLBNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/p0hGOBbKWC0/s1600-h/3braids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177373161083831506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m5dYgLBNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/p0hGOBbKWC0/s400/3braids.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike- I am in love with him and I love to watch movies with him and go eat with him (because you all know how much I love food!) I loved going to PBR with him and just being with him in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m6tYgLBPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PgP4MdZ406o/s1600-h/Mike,Audge,Car+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177374535473366258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m6tYgLBPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PgP4MdZ406o/s400/Mike,Audge,Car+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh, Kim, Kimberly, JC, Steph, Kirkham, Cord, Ash and all of the other cousins, aunt and uncles, grandparents and extened family that I am grateful for. I love having a big family that is there to spend time with and have fun with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for insurance companies that give me more than my car is worth, I am grateful for insurance exchange forms at accident scenes so that I know where the old beast that hits me lives so I can beat her up with a metal baseball bat, I am grateful for metal baseball bats, Food, a place to live, rental car places, clothes, slurpees, music, more food, education (sometimes). I am grateful for free tickets to New York, movies, tv shows on DVD, the fact the websites play shows online because I dont have a DVR, my friends and the ability to see and walk and taste and swim and jump and drive and hearing is pretty cool I guess and a lot of other stuff too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I did this. It made me feel a lot better. Now I do not think life sucks as much as I did before. I think everyone should make a list of things they are grateful for and I am looking forward to seeing me on that list! or else I can always edit mine! I love you all and hope YOU know that I am grateful for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-6711127437334887505?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/6711127437334887505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=6711127437334887505' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/6711127437334887505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/6711127437334887505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-grateful-for.html' title='I am grateful for...'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9m4zIgLBLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/u8pZO-w3Q6U/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-1136610068543073476</id><published>2008-03-06T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:17:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I suck at life... or I am good at letting other people suck at my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9F2KogLBCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZU5RgivQN48/s1600-h/Mike,Audge,Car+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175047371868537890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9F2KogLBCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZU5RgivQN48/s400/Mike,Audge,Car+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So First, I got into a car wreck on Monday morning, the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of March in the year of 2008. I was heading West on Bulldog Blvd, on my way to work, minding my own business, going through a green light (I know, going through green lights is pretty risky!) This stupid person (seriously I hate them and want to kill their whole family) was heading East on Bulldog Blvd. Are you staying with me on this one? She was turning left (north) onto Freedom Blvd. and she was supposed to yield to me before she did. Well, she failed to yield and next thing I know this Jeep Liberty is coming at me... FAST! I thought to myself, "Seriously? is this jeep speeding at me right now while I am legally going through a green light?" She was! So I go to swerve out of the way when I see a pedestrian walking across Freedom, to the right of me, parallel to the street I was driving on. So I have to swerve back towards the jeep to keep from hitting that innocent person while I myself being innocent, was getting hit on the driver's side, where I happened to be sitting. My neck got jolted to the right and then whipped back to the left where it was introduced to my driver's side window! My shoulder also got acquainted with the window and it was NOT pleasant. I kept consciousness but blacked out a little, if that makes sense. I thought I had broken the window with my skull but later learned I didn't and I probably just thought I did because my head hit at the same time the car was hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat for a moment wondering to myself if that did in fact just happen. I finally go to open the door and to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;-prise, the door only opens like a foot or 2 because the rest of it was smashed in! I get out to go talk to this retard and to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt; a 76 year old bitty walks out of the car and exclaims, "WHAT DID YOU DO!" I was shocked! I replied, "WHAT DID I DO? YOU JUST HIT ME!" She comes back with, "YOU JUST KEPT COMING! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY CAR!" I said, "I JUST KEPT COMING? THAT IS WHAT I DO AT GREEN LIGHTS! I GO! GREEN MEANS GO!" She walks around sighing in disgust. Then she rudely asks me if I am going to call the police. I said I would but I guess my phone flips open too slow because she sighed yet again and said that she would do it. The police came, and so did my really attractive boyfriend Mike! (I'll talk about him later) She told her side of the story as I quietly listened to her bull faced lies! When it was my turn to tell my side of the story (you know, the truth) she kept interrupting and the officer kept saying, "Be quiet ma'am!" and he sounded very annoyed! She got ticketed and both of our cars got towed. Mike used to be an EMT and with that knowledge, checked for whiplash, concussion, broken bones perhaps, etc. He said I probably have a minor concussion but I insisted I need to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then started feeling light headed and sick to my stomach(I put sick to my stomach because I don't know how to spell nauseous&lt;---is that it?) Ingrid took me to the ER to get a cat scan and They also said I had a minor concussion.... Mike is smart! I am bored so to wrap it up...My car is totalled and the old bitty's insurance company is screwing with me and not getting into contact with me at all.... so I am getting a lawyer. If you do not know how Dad feels about accident/injury lawyers, you should ask him. He is hilarious! Oh and P.S. My neck hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9F1iYgLBBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YN46H2A49Hg/s1600-h/Mike,Audge,Car+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175046680378803218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9F1iYgLBBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YN46H2A49Hg/s400/Mike,Audge,Car+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Mike... I have been hanging out with Mike for 3 months, maybe a little more. I know I just posted a blog earlier about the guy was previously dating but I thought a lot about my future and broke it off and I know I made the right decision! I am so happy! Mike makes me happy! And he is really attractive! This picture where he looks like a cowboy is at the PBR thing in Salt Lake. That is professional bull riding in case you were wondering. We went last Saturday and we had SO much fun! The other picture is of us last night watching a movie... If we look chink eyed it is because the flash on his phone is as bright as that memory eraser on men in black. It took us like 7 pictures to get one where we didnt look completely like the chinese guy on karate kid. I am still seeing spots. He will be in Vegas with me March 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-31st. So everyone get excited! I will talk more later I am sick of blogging and sick of life! Just kidding life is pretty cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9F2u4gLBDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cuv2P6izBr4/s1600-h/Mike_and_Audge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175047994638795826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9F2u4gLBDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cuv2P6izBr4/s400/Mike_and_Audge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1772760711700652729-1136610068543073476?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/1136610068543073476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=1136610068543073476' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1136610068543073476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1136610068543073476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-suck-at-life-or-i-am-good-at.html' title='I think I suck at life... or I am good at letting other people suck at my life!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R9F2KogLBCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZU5RgivQN48/s72-c/Mike,Audge,Car+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3922789005770146683</id><published>2008-02-27T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:01:54.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged! Thanks to Kim Camber-freakin-lango</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged. This is the second time! I have played a lot of tag in my day and I don't know if this is really a fair game of tag because of the fact you don't know there is a game of tag in progress and there is no way of escaping! You can't just run up and tag someone when they don't know you are playing and expect them to just want to play! Come on! I can't really say anything else about it because I will tag some of you at the end of this blog and continue with this unfair game. If you don't like it... talk to Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camberlango&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN YEARS AGO I WAS- Nine years old and I was most likely in 3rd or 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I did NOT like my 3rd grade teacher but my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher was nice. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Treem&lt;/span&gt; Elementary. I also got my first pair of glasses in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I lived in the same house my parents live in now in Henderson, NV.&lt;br /&gt;PLACES I HAVE LIVED - I was born in Provo, UT but lived in Pleasant Grove and moved to Mission &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Viejo&lt;/span&gt;, CA when I was only 27 days old! (sorry mom that you were still breast feeding me... actually blame dad for getting a job in California &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?) Then I moved to Henderson, NV 3 months before I turned 8. My next move was back to Utah but this time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; when I was 17. I lived there for a couple months and then moved to Salt Lake city for a couple months then Back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt;. Then Provo and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; again. Ha Ha. Then I moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Grovetown&lt;/span&gt;, GA for a few months and then Evans, GA for several more months. Then I came back to Provo and I am here now. OK?&lt;br /&gt;THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST - Finish school, clean my messy room and car and finish up some homework&lt;br /&gt;BAD HABITS- Talking in my sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hucking&lt;/span&gt; (for those of you who do not know what this is, it is a way to clear  your nose... instead of blowing your nose you are clearing it down your throat... sorry if you just puked! Uncle Delbert and my father do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, but they do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;huck&lt;/span&gt; AND snag.... I just do the measly old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;huck&lt;/span&gt;!) Procrastinating and not staying organized&lt;br /&gt;PLACES YOU HAVE WORKED- Bell Photography, Ben and Jerry's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Zio&lt;/span&gt; Salon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Raincheck&lt;/span&gt; Corporation, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Fatz&lt;/span&gt; Cafe, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;worked&lt;/span&gt; at this place where you take care of handicap people and it is called Chrysalis for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME- Well, anyone who read my blog last time I was tagged already know all of my secrets. But I might know a couple more and if you already know... sorry you know so much about me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;1. I cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I puke and want my mom to drop everything in her life and drive out to Provo to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am going to change my major from Criminal Justice to Psychology, with a minor in Criminal Justice, so I can be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;councilor&lt;/span&gt; for adolescent drug users.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt;! (Mom, I still carry around the spearmint one you gave me because I kept stealing it out of your purse...in fact I just put some on and it feels amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;4. One of the most memorable nights I have ever had... I was in my beautiful cousin Jana's kitchen and lately we had this thing going on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;leave her presence&lt;/span&gt; I would give her a cartoon kiss on the lips (a very animated kiss with a loud sucking noise... obviously) and I would do it on both sides of her face... well I went for her right cheek and she went for my left... well to make this as painless as possible... we met in the middle and kissed smack dab on the lips! Both of us in shock wonder if that really did just happen. We both agreed what happened there that night stayed there. Right after our agreement she went into the living room filled with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;syblings&lt;/span&gt; and said "Me and Audrey just kissed on the lips!" She is a good secret keeper (please note my sarcasm!)&lt;br /&gt;5. In my apartment we have a lot of parties. Whatever we are doing, we make into a party. If we want cereal... we have a cereal party, a milkshake perhaps? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Milkshake&lt;/span&gt; party. Lets say we wanted popcorn... popcorn party. Anyway, we love parties.&lt;br /&gt;6. When people give us stuff for our apartment like dish detergent or trash bags or whatever we can use in our home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we use an item given to us we thank the person that gave it to us in a high voice. For instance, my mom bought us trash bags and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we use one we say very loudly so everyone in the apartment knows I am using one, "Thanks Aunt Becky!" and then the rest of my apartment has to say it back no matter what they are doing! It is fun. I also refer to my mom as Aunt Becky so when they repeat it back to me they aren't saying mom, you know, since it isn't their mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote 6 things in case someone knew 1 out of the 6 so they still know 5 new things about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially tag Zach and/or Amber, Jessica, Eliza, and I think that is all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-3922789005770146683?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3922789005770146683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3922789005770146683' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3922789005770146683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3922789005770146683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-tagged-thanks-to-kim-camber.html' title='I got tagged! Thanks to Kim Camber-freakin-lango'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-7058564922315472570</id><published>2008-02-04T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:24:47.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My true color is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R6eeqF-S2vI/AAAAAAAAALY/5oQ7Y20L-JM/s1600-h/orange_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163269943798717170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R6eeqF-S2vI/AAAAAAAAALY/5oQ7Y20L-JM/s400/orange_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDIxNjcxNjIxNjUmcD*1OTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;                                                            Audrey, your true color is Orange!&lt;br /&gt;You're a bold, confident orange. A warm, powerful color that indicates a strong, welcoming personality, orange is the mark of people who are social and extroverted by nature. Vibrant, with an upbeat attitude, you have a bright, inviting demeanor. Energetic and fun-loving, you're a real friend-magnet. Your easy charm and unassuming manner make you the sort of person people want to meet and get to know better. Well-rounded and fun to be around, you enjoy helping others, so it's no surprise that orange also symbolizes attraction. Orange is an extraordinary color — for an extraordinary person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-7058564922315472570?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/7058564922315472570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=7058564922315472570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7058564922315472570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/7058564922315472570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-true-color-is.html' title='My true color is...'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R6eeqF-S2vI/AAAAAAAAALY/5oQ7Y20L-JM/s72-c/orange_s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-4872532760483470797</id><published>2008-01-26T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:30:53.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a fool... Just drop out of school!</title><content type='html'>I have had kinda a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cr&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;py&lt;/span&gt; week. Few weeks actually. To start off, I bought a coupon card for a car place that gives me a bunch of "free" services to my car. When they say free oil change, they actually mean we wont charge you to change the oil but to discard the oil and do everything else will cost you. I went in for an oil change and to get my engine light looked at. It took them 4 hours when they said it should only take an hour. I go to pick my car up and set an appointment up for the next day to fix a fuel leak, which is what the guy told me was wrong. I didn't go because I am poor right now but I did need to go pay them for the "Free" oil change. I think they purposely messed up my car so they could charge me more, because on the way back there the next morning, my belt fell off which takes away battery power and power steering and is also connected to my alternator I believe. So I dropped my car off and told the guy to call me with an estimate in cost. He didn't. I called 3 times the next day and people just kept telling me they would call me back, They finally called me at the end of the freaking day to tell me my car was done. DONE? I don't even know how much I am paying because these jerks wouldn't tell me! So they told me it was going to be $214 and that the fuel leak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; even fixed, that is an extra $305, but I was charged for the diagnostic the guy did. So he checked it out for free, found a problem, but wouldn't tell me what the problem was until I forked out $80? Why would someone think that charging almost $100 to put a belt back on is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? Do they really think their time is worth that much or something? It isn't. So I just spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of money that I don't have and my car is pretty much the same as before I brought it in there. Don't worry I am going to bomb their garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am in school and I have school loans. Well tuition was due the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and they didn't have my loan done yet (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suprising&lt;/span&gt;) so I got charged a $100 late fee (unnecessary) and now if my loan isn't ready by the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month (4 days away) they drop all my classes (depressing) I already bought all my books and my really pricey parking permit (unfortunate). So it would really suck if I just wasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time and money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of that really cool stuff, I am doing well. Don't stress over the things you cannot control. That is what I keep repeating to myself to keep myself from going mad. I am not suicidal or anything just annoyed. I guess that is life sometimes. Life is a bee. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-4872532760483470797?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/4872532760483470797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=4872532760483470797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/4872532760483470797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/4872532760483470797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-be-fool-just-drop-out-of-school.html' title='Don&apos;t be a fool... Just drop out of school!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3847593422894937218</id><published>2007-12-31T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:47:40.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like your bangs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lSgaaqsAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BxisDVXlpgY/s1600-h/Bangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150238365675335682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lSgaaqsAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BxisDVXlpgY/s320/Bangs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I drove home to Henderson on the 21st of December. I had a good time there and got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of cool stuff for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! I got pajamas (3 pair) socks, obviously, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; cover case for my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; video &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, the most awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; game ever, and some other cool stuff. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; game is so FUN! You start at the crime scene and collect evidence and then go back to the lab and process it all. You get to match up finger prints and DNA and all sorts of cool stuff! I love it if you couldn't tell by this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got BANGS! I was so nervous, not because I don't trust Eliza with my hair but because &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lTzqaqsCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1Fh_8yhkbpU/s1600-h/Eskimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150239795899445282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lTzqaqsCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1Fh_8yhkbpU/s320/Eskimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cutting my hair is very traumatic ever since I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mullet&lt;/span&gt; one time, not by choice obviously. I didn't know how I felt about them at first but I love them now. Everyone is telling me how different it makes me look and how hot I am so I am just going to believe them. It changes the whole shape of my face and shows my face more. Anyway I just bored the crap out of myself with this paragraph so I can only imagine how you guys felt about it... sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school on Thursday and I am pretty nervous. I haven't been in school for 2 1/2- 3 years or something! I haven't actually gone to school (meaning other school than home school) in like 5 &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lSlaaqsBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FQ4hTj6NT_s/s1600-h/Eskimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;years so I don't know what to expect. Plus I will be working full time and going to school full time so I will be keeping myself very busy! I am really excited though to be able to finally start my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt;! I am excited to meet new people at school and to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of interesting things about criminal justice. Plus I am in a physical fitness class so maybe I'll get my self back into good shape, or into shape period. I don't know if I have ever been in "good" shape but it is fun to pretend I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lUZaaqsDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Yv-4UIoF7M8/s1600-h/Bangs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150240444439506994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lUZaaqsDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Yv-4UIoF7M8/s320/Bangs+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy belated Birthday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bridger&lt;/span&gt; and early birthday to Seana.... even though she mostly only leaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt; on Eliza's page which makes me cry and punch walls. That goes for the rest of that clan and don't act like you don't know who you are, Nat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chelsa&lt;/span&gt;, Jen and whoever else. I see how you guys roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very Happy New Year and I love most of you that read this probably. I can't make any promises though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.S. you guys are really awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-3847593422894937218?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3847593422894937218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3847593422894937218' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3847593422894937218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3847593422894937218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-like-your-bangs.html' title='I like your bangs!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/R3lSgaaqsAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BxisDVXlpgY/s72-c/Bangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-1717057846124152635</id><published>2007-12-07T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:03:21.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It only took me a month...</title><content type='html'>Hi. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?? My life is boring and I don't want to bore all of you with the details of it. I have been tagged and so I guess I will do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. If I am taking a message for someone at work on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;post it&lt;/span&gt; note, sometimes I have to rewrite it like 4 times. My trash can is always full of crumpled up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;post it&lt;/span&gt; notes because it just doesn't look right the first few times! I count my steps and and my steps have rhythm. I can't walk off beat or it really bugs me. My volume on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; player, car radio or anything with countable volume, has to be on an odd number. I HATE even numbers. They think they are so much better than odd numbers just because they are paired up evenly. Well the odd numbers always have more fun! Also I spell words out in my head when someone is talking to me. I don't know if this is to see if I can spell as fast as people can talk or if it is to see if I can spell the words people are saying. I guess both ways are educational. I was telling my dad about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obsessive&lt;/span&gt; behavior once and he told me that he counted steps too sometimes. He even told me how many stairs were in our house. It was funny. I also wash my hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I feel like the germs just are there teasing me. If I touch a shopping cart I don't want to move my hands because I feel like I will get a whole new set of germs and I feel like the bar from the cart just left a strip of germs right there and it won't go away until I scrub or sanitize or both. When I lock my car from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;key chain&lt;/span&gt; locker thing I have to make it beep an odd number of times too but more than 1. So it usually ends up beeping 3 times but if I accidentally hit it 4 times I have to do it again. It is annoying. I will stop now so I still have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a very picky eater. I will not let my food touch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; on my plate. I even have gone as far as taking a paper towel and wiping my ranch or gravy off my plate before I put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; else there. People say it all goes to the same place so why does it matter? I know where it all ends up and I don't care where it ends  up. The important thing to me about eating is how it tastes going down. I really love pickles and I really love ice cream. I also really like peanut butter but even though it all ends up in the same place it wouldn't be very appetizing mixed together now would it? I am not very good at trying new things. If I smell it and it doesn't smell good I won't eat it. I smelled cheesecake as a child and thought it smelled repulsing. So I never tried it until about a month ago. It is so good. That was one of the only good examples of me trying a new thing and liking it. I usually don't. I tried eggnog for the first time a couple weeks ago and hated it. The texture, taste and color of it was disgusting! I don't eat pork because it is all disgusting. Sometimes ham if it is disguised or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pepperoni&lt;/span&gt; but sausage, bacon, or anything else pork is yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I refuse to share Milk with anyone. Any dairy product really. It is so revolting. I will share any other drink with people I like that don't have diseases but NEVER milk. And I find it nauseating when parents eat cereal or any kind of food after their kids. It makes me gag. You don't know what their grubby hands have been into before they plunged them into their food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still have my baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blanky&lt;/span&gt;. I sleep with it often. Not every night but often. I love it. It is so cute and in much better shape than Jacob's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blanky&lt;/span&gt;. It is my security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blanky&lt;/span&gt;. I also have a security superman pillow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;spider man&lt;/span&gt; blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rock star&lt;/span&gt;. I play the drums in an awesome band. I also can tear it up on the guitar. I do vocals sometimes and do pretty well. Oh I forgot to mention that it is on the X-box and it is called rock band, but I am still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt;. I am addicted to that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am the tallest girl in my family. It took Eliza a couple years to accept the fact that I was even though I was looking down to talk to her and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;measurement&lt;/span&gt; board we have in our house told her! I still like her and I am glad she is the runner up. I keep growing I think. I used to be 5'9 then 5'10 and now a little more than that I think. When I wear heels I can get up to like 6'3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a serious case of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;BCS&lt;/span&gt;. I think those of you in my family know what I am talking about but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;BCS&lt;/span&gt; stands for butt crack syndrome. No matter what I am wearing my bum hangs out when I bend over. I have tried belts and my sweet mother thinks my pants are too low which may be the case sometimes but not all the time. I think my crack starts right at the same level as my pits. Sorry if this offends any of you but it is true and it is a big part of my life. I think even when I wear a body suit or overalls it shows. I know it sounds impossible but somehow it finds its way to the surface. It just needs some air ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me in a nutshell. A very big nutshell! Hey how did I get in this nutshell.... Have you ever seen a nutshell this size?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and I am not going to tag anyone because everyone that reads this has been tagged plus I hope this cycle ends soon! I love you all and I will try to be more religious in writing in my blog! (even though my therapist always tells me trying is lying and he also says do or do not there is no try...he is smart) Happy holidays!! (just in case I do not succeed in writing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-1717057846124152635?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/1717057846124152635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=1717057846124152635' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1717057846124152635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1717057846124152635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-only-took-me-month.html' title='It only took me a month...'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3080519242752497823</id><published>2007-11-06T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:54:40.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines don't sell papes... Newsies sell papes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzC_nNvTzdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GPc-bH2MKXI/s1600-h/audrey+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129810655998889426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzC_nNvTzdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GPc-bH2MKXI/s320/audrey+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi. I know I know. It has been forever. Forgive me please. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; has happened for sure. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember when this was but, my friend Jen, Ingrid and I went to a masquerade ball... It was pretty fun. It was the first time I got to formally dress up since I never went to prom, homecoming, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. I really enjoyed it. It was up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt; ski lodge and they had food and dancing. The food was kind of sick so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chili's&lt;/span&gt; and ate there. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt;' Southwestern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;egg rolls&lt;/span&gt; and skillet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;queso&lt;/span&gt;! DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzC8FtvTzcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9O3XBUuHJ04/s1600-h/Sassy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129806781938388418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzC8FtvTzcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9O3XBUuHJ04/s320/Sassy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingrid and I drove to Vegas to go to Heidi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Johanne&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah's Baptism and it was so awesome! I have never seen Heidi so happy before. I asked her why she wanted to get baptised since she had gone through so many churches trying to figure out which one she thought was true and she was never happy with any of them. She told me that it was simply because she never felt anything with any of the other churches and she KNOWS this one is true and she had never felt the spirit that way before. It was really cool to talk to her about it since I have known her for YEARS and she never was interested or never understood. Now she is wanting to go on a mission and she cleaned up her language completely. She goes to church regularly and she wants to marry a return missionary. She loves going to the temple grounds and she loves going to church activities! It makes me SO happy to see her this happy again. It had been years. She wants someone to do her dad's temple work someday since he was never able to before he died. She is so excited to be able to see him again too! I am really pleased with her and proud of her. We went to the Dr. Phil show the morning before the baptism. It was really awesome. They said to cheer for Dr. Phil and they were handing out books for the ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cheering&lt;/span&gt; the best I guess and I got one... then I won a mug for shaking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;! It was fun and Eliza, Ingrid and I were laughing at really inappropriate things. To see us on the show it is airing November 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and it is about a little 15 year old girl who was prostituting and getting beat up by poor pimps and stuff. Dr. Phil is really funny and kind and I love him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom, Jacob and Eliza drove ahead of Ingrid and I to head back up to Utah. That night we went to Tyler's play and it was pretty good. Tyler is REALLY good and he is great at staying in character even when talking to us.... It was fun to see him in that. The next day Ingrid and I got our nails done together and she hated her but mine looked pretty good. We took our moms and Eliza to lunch at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; restaurant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tucanos&lt;/span&gt;. It is really good, except for that really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt; lemonade that tasted like hospital toilet water with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of nasty pulp in it. Then we went to Cafe Rio for dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of our cousins and Aunts. It was a girls party so no boys were allowed! Then the next day my family left, sadly. I hate when I see them go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzDAj9vTzfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xvyyFR8ojg4/s1600-h/newsieup2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129811699675942386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzDAj9vTzfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xvyyFR8ojg4/s320/newsieup2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Newsie&lt;/span&gt;! I know, PRETTY AWESOME RIGHT? I played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Newsies&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack all day at work. It looked cool... I also didn't want to carry newspapers around all day like they did... So I carried a messenger bag full of rolled up papers which I am sure at least ONE of them did! I went to Jana's Ward's trunk or treat and then to a few parties that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. There was this HUGE party that I am pretty sure everyone that lived in Provo attended but it was SO LAME! There were WAY too many people and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; was dancing to the music, that you could hardly hear by the way, and there were so many stinky people. I was personally feeling claustrophobic. So then I went home and Slept to get ready for work the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzDCjtvTzgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TkotA774IkE/s1600-h/newsie+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129813894404230658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzDCjtvTzgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TkotA774IkE/s320/newsie+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingrid might be moving in with me! We don't know for sure but I would love it! We don't have to drive so far to borrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; clothes or hang out! It will be awesome if she does! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way it is really freezing here now in the mornings! I came to work with a long winter coat and gloves on this morning! This is not the same coat this is from the other night! I hate being freezing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzDEuNvTziI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_8Cd2SdUcvU/s1600-h/n705685743_351074_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129816273816112674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzDEuNvTziI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_8Cd2SdUcvU/s320/n705685743_351074_1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Registering for classes is about an hour! I am so excited about it! I can't wait! I took the compass exams already for placement and did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; better than I thought I would! I scored into the highest English/Writing class I could, the highest Reading class that I could which was something like advanced critical thinking or something and then just the regular algebra class which is better than I thought I would on that. I thought I would go into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-math class to be reintroduced but I guess I am not as dumb as I thought. So I will have to post a quick blog when I get back telling you guys what classes I got in to. I am sure there is tons more I should write about but I can't think of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; else right now! Sorry. Maybe when I get back but I need to go to my appointment with my academic advisor now. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-3080519242752497823?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3080519242752497823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3080519242752497823' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3080519242752497823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3080519242752497823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/11/headlines-dont-sell-papes-newsies-sell.html' title='Headlines don&apos;t sell papes... Newsies sell papes!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RzC_nNvTzdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GPc-bH2MKXI/s72-c/audrey+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2875171476637555662</id><published>2007-10-16T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:21:47.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am smart!</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Today is going to be a quick post and I'll write more in a few days. I am very excited to report that I am officially a college student YAY! I am going to UVSC starting in the beginning of January! I am really excited. I never thought I would miss school but I do. It has been like 2 1/2 years! I still need to take the ACT since I never freaking took it. I took a practice one online and FAILED BADLY!!! It all looked familiar but it just wasn't coming back to me. It was sad and pathetic and not to mention really embarassing. The score doesn't matter too much though. It is just to see what level classes to place me in for math, english and something else really unimportant. I am going to get a bachelors of science in Criminal Justice. It is going to ROCK! I don't like to read very often but I found myself reading about criminal topics. I KNOW! Audrey Diane Parry likes to read on her free time, about cool stuff obviously. So I am pleased that I am going to be studying something that is of interest to me so I don't want to blow my head off everyday in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be TONS cheaper if I qualofy for residency which I am hoping I will one of two ways. On a sheet with a list of severaly ways to get residency it says if I left the state for less than 12 months for work or school than it can be counted as just an absence and if I can prove why I was there (which I can because I have my tax forms) then I could probably qualify. I lived here 11 months, then moved to Georgia for 10 months and now I have been back for 5 months. 12 months makes you a resident so I am hoping they aren't anal. If that doesn't work, Mom and Dad signed guardianship of me over to Jana (my cousin) back in 2005 before I was 18 so that she could check me into rehab. My legal guardian had to and my parents lived in vegas. The point I am trying to make is that before I turned 18 my last guardian was Jana who is a resident of Utah and has been since she was born 21 years ago. (hehe) And if my parent or guardian is a resident of Utah I get residency! I am hoping I get it somehow. Maybe I will just wear a low cut shirt or something. I don't know. I love you guys and I'll post again soon. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-2875171476637555662?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/2875171476637555662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=2875171476637555662' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2875171476637555662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2875171476637555662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-smart.html' title='I am smart!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-2763127617256177549</id><published>2007-10-09T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:57:31.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RwwTnOMWNUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/blA5weFzGM0/s1600-h/GEDC0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119488440959120706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RwwTnOMWNUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/blA5weFzGM0/s320/GEDC0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, First off I am wearing Ingrid's REALLY cute shirt in this picture of me curtsying. I was really bored at work and thought I would do a fashion show for Jen, my co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I saw Hairspray and LOVED it. I went with Amelia and missed the first 5 minutes because we were eating. We do that alot, we are fat pigs. I embarassingly enough found myself clapping, which I make fun of people doing, during one of the scenes. Out of respect for those who haven't seen it I will refrain from telling you what happened. If you care you can ask and I'll tell you. I went again to see it 2 days later! Ingrid and Jana accompanied me and I missed the first 5 minutes AGAIN because I was in a long line for 20 minutes. AND we had to sit in the front row on the side. The front row is bad enough but on the side everyone looks distorted and ugly. John Travolta as a woman is heinous enough to look at. I did enjoy him in it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingie and I went to this dance place the other night with 2 of her friends. I ran into Lexi and like 6 people I havent seen in awhile that I had gone to high school with. Lynzie Glaus, Kelly Angulo, and some others I have seen since highschool. Kelsey Day, Janae Olsen, Lexi's cousin Carly. It doesn't really matter but it was fun. Ingrid entered a booty shaking concert and was SO close to winning but got claustrophobic and had to get out of there! It was fun to watch her shake it and almost win the $25 prize. Yes there was a money prize but us Utahans are cheap ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rwwcn-MWNVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lPLdNGeaqo8/s1600-h/GEDC0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119498349448672594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rwwcn-MWNVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lPLdNGeaqo8/s320/GEDC0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the McCracken family and got 4 tickets to BASH(Big Awesome Show)&lt;---This is edited ok? My brother Jacob calls me for 2 more for him and his really good friend, REALLY really good friend. After a long discussion about how he is a baby and needs to call himself I finally agree, being the kind, loving sister that I am. I really didn't want to call and ask for anymore since they are always so nice and invite me to dinner or to come over for a movie and I only call them when I want tickets. I called them anyway and asked for 2 more tickets and 2 tickets to the Vegas show The Used was playing at for the next day.(Also for Jacob) I tell Jacob all he has to do is call and confirm with them that they have the tickets. He refused. Then he tells me that he wasn't going anymore and that I needed to give them away. I guess this part isn't really relevant I just want Jacob to know that it was a babyish thing to do. So Ed McCracken called me the day before the concert to let me know that it is all set and that I have 6 tickets at will call with my name on them. At this point I am only needing 3. I called EVERYONE trying to find replacements and I got alot of them. They just all cancelled the night before or day of. So Ingrid, Dylan and I went by ourselves and still had a good time. We had great backstage tickets, that we later found out could be used for dinner and going back to the bands rooms to hang out with them. We were a little mad that noone told us but oh well we still had a good time. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rwwc8uMWNWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZrJszTr_YCc/s1600-h/GEDC0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119498705930958178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rwwc8uMWNWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZrJszTr_YCc/s320/GEDC0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Ed and Kenna McCracken and their kids. Bert's personal assistant had saved them a whole section next to the stage. They walked over to their reserved spot and Ingrid and I waited on the other side. One of Bert's sisters was kind enought o say, "Audrey! They saved us a spot over here by the stage. Come with us!" We were pleased. We walked over there and people were chanting Bert's name and pushing toward the stage. Rachel, his youngest sister was like, "Come up here you are family." and then mouthed for me to just push them out of the way. Also they were all very cluastrophobic and were being pushed up against the stage. She told me she wanted them to back up but was too wussy! So I politely said, "This area is for family only can you back up please?" They were so nice back like if they are nice to Bert's family that they will meet him or something. They were like"I was pushed up here. We are so sorry. We know this is for family only. We are really sorry." I was mad they lied to my face telling me they were shoved up there when I know for a fact they weren't. One of them was squeezing through everyone! Anyway we had cool spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rwwdb-MWNXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_ephfROHr-4/s1600-h/GEDC0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119499242801870194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rwwdb-MWNXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_ephfROHr-4/s320/GEDC0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert's parents were rocking out to it. And Kenna was plugging her ears because we were right next to the speaker. Ed text me and asked me if my parents would ever sit through a concert like this and I dont remember my exact words but something like, No way in HECK!&lt;---- that edit is for you grandma. He is a good performer and we had a good time. Since I dont have a digital camera I will have to wait to put pictures from the concert up here until the rest of my film is done. Then wait for it to get developed. It is a lengthy process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about sums it up. I like you guys and am happy that those who participated in my quizzes did. Thank you(well the ones who know me, the other ones who failed.... no thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and congratulations to Heidi, Johanne and Sarah for the decision to get baptized!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-2763127617256177549?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/2763127617256177549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=2763127617256177549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2763127617256177549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/2763127617256177549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RwwTnOMWNUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/blA5weFzGM0/s72-c/GEDC0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-3875131225384706499</id><published>2007-09-28T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:01:21.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am strong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rv2A1oKW_LI/AAAAAAAAADo/06b9V8NUvko/s1600-h/flex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115386410565041330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rv2A1oKW_LI/AAAAAAAAADo/06b9V8NUvko/s320/flex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that keep asking me to post (even though I made no previous promise or commitment to write in it once a week) you are going to be very sorry after reading this because this last couple weeks have been very uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have been working on this collections and court training packet at work and finally finished it after a couple weeks of working on it. The corporate manager Linda, CEO Ann, and Ann's daughter Eliza(the accountant) LOVED it! Eliza said she is so OCD about things and usually goes in and changes things to the way she likes them but she said she wouldn't change a thing. Then a couple days later they brought a cute little victoria secret purse filled with lotion, spray and body wash. I also received a card that had 2 movie tickets in it and it said something along the lines of, You are a goddess! Thank you for all your hard work... You are the best employee we have and you look extremely attractive today. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored the other night and Ingrid took some pictures of me flexing and blowing a kiss... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rv2BQIKW_NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bRXNhEb8nrY/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115386865831574738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rv2BQIKW_NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bRXNhEb8nrY/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rv2BI4KW_MI/AAAAAAAAADw/YKL3jUi7KJ8/s1600-h/flex+one+arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115386741277523138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rv2BI4KW_MI/AAAAAAAAADw/YKL3jUi7KJ8/s320/flex+one+arm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a cleaning check tomorrow morning which means I have to clean tonight..And I am pretty sure that I haven't done laundry since last time I posted so I am going to be busy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Prison Break! I am sure Zach will verify what a good show it is for those of you who haven't seen it. And also, for those of you who haven't seen it... What the H-E-C-K were you thinking not watching it? There are really hot guys in it! Oh and a good story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have The Office premiere taped at my house for me to watch tonight. That should be exciting. When I asked my roommate to tape it for me.. I was a little embarrassed to ask her and felt like I had to explain to her what a VCR was and what the little red circle button was for. I just miss having DVR. I feel like a freak! I can't believe I even had a blank VHS tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid and I went to Studio 600 last night. It is a club for people 18 and older. There are country nights, salsa/latino, and the one we went to is obviously the hip hop one! It was alot of fun. There were several circles made out of people, and random people just jump in and dance for a minute. Well, I kept pushing Ingrid in there to show off her mad skills. When the break dancers started jumping in, Ingrid and I came up with a genius plan to go in the middle of the circle with her back on the floor and I would spin her legs around in a circle. It looked kind of like break dancing I suppose. This Jamaican guy was teaching Ingrid a new dance move and laughing at her because it wasn't right or something. I personally didn't think it was a cool dance anyway. Then he wouldn't stop talking to us which wouldn't be that bad if I could understand him! Or if his breath wasn't stank! You know what I mean mon? The sucky part of the night was that right in the middle of this really awesome dance move I made up(it probably is less awesome to some) I thought of a commercial that went a little something like this... "Gotta go gotta go gotta go right now? Are you getting diarreha at all the wrong times?...." It sucked so bad! I had to visit the ladies room a quantity of times that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-3875131225384706499?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/3875131225384706499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=3875131225384706499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3875131225384706499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/3875131225384706499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-strong.html' title='I am strong!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rv2A1oKW_LI/AAAAAAAAADo/06b9V8NUvko/s72-c/flex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-1262581459109849663</id><published>2007-09-11T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:30:48.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RubrrvGQ2YI/AAAAAAAAACo/7XLj-I132Kw/s1600-h/GEDC0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109029963908045186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RubrrvGQ2YI/AAAAAAAAACo/7XLj-I132Kw/s320/GEDC0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I suck at keeping my blog up to date. I am going to have to apologize for having a job and not having a computer at my house. I cant believe myself! Anyway... I'll start with my trip to Georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun started when I was on my way to Atlanta when the Atlanta airport was shut down due to weather. The captain informed us that we were going to circle above the airport in hopes that it would open before we ran out of gas. The first thing that crossed my mind was, "Why are we circling above the airport that was shut down for bad weather? Don't you think they shut it down because of the weather ABOVE it??" Then we had to go to Charlotte, North Carolina to refuel and we were there about an hour. I thought Shelby was going to have to wait for me FOREVER because it is a 2 hour drive from her house to come pick me up so its not like she could just leave and come back. Turns out she got a flat tire and it took her an hour to change it in the pouring rain! We finally arrived(we meaning all the nice people I made friends with in Charlotte, NC and one mean annoying chinese guy) and it took about an hour for our bags to show up. But i was pleasantly greeted by Shelby running at me with CHINESE FOOD! Good thing because I was starving! We were on our way! The next night I had dinner at Fatz Cafe, where I used to work, with Jessica and her friends. I kind of lost interest sitting next to a few of them because they were all single mom's talking about their kids while they were away from them for a change! I don't understand it! Talk about inappropriate things or things you can't do or say around your kids! Something besides your kids! LISTEN LADIES... I DONT HAVE ANY MMMK? But they were very nice. Shelby was our server and she gave me free soup! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next few days I just hung out with some friends of mine there. I went to the pizza joint and they have BIG slices of pizza for like a dollar! Kind of like costco pizza. It was delicious! I also went back to Fatz to see some old friends and got a few free meals that my old manager comped for me. They sure do miss me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun at Jessica's house the few days I went over there. I really missed her and her boys and was SO happy when Broderick ran at me full of joy to be able to see "owdge" again! I love playing games with him and blocks.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RublFfGQ2TI/AAAAAAAAACA/-fqgGuQlDyA/s1600-h/GEDC0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109022709708282162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RublFfGQ2TI/AAAAAAAAACA/-fqgGuQlDyA/s320/GEDC0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really likes playing with rocks too. Which is fun I guess. I taught him how to pick the rocks up with tongs and he did that for like an hour and a half. That was before his enima. You'll see a picture of him with a red sucker after his enima.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RubmgvGQ2UI/AAAAAAAAACI/iUB9_iOCOjA/s1600-h/GEDC0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109024277371345218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RubmgvGQ2UI/AAAAAAAAACI/iUB9_iOCOjA/s320/GEDC0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     I also put Bridger's shirt tied up like we used to do as kids. He looked like a fox! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RuboDPGQ2VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8JMSUCz_ayA/s1600-h/GEDC0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109025969588459858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RuboDPGQ2VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8JMSUCz_ayA/s320/GEDC0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on my way back to the airport on Saturday when I missed my flight and it cost ALOT of money to move my flight to the next day so I was pretty stressed out after that. So that night, my friends Shelby, Joe and I went to Adventure land to ride the go carts. We ran into Jess and Adam there! They were watching the dance dance revolution kids go crazy! They act like it is a life or death situation. They are serious about that game. We rode the go carts and I obviously won the race! Then we went to go get some ice cream and I went home the next day. I didn't arrive until like 2:30 am on that Sunday night/ Monday morning so my attractive, kind cousin Ingrid came and got me. Thank goodness I had that Monday off at work or I would be dead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been catching up on all the Arrested Development seasons. I love them! They are really funny! I just need to watch the 3rd season and I'll be done. I sadly heard the 3rd season is only half a season because the show got cancelled! I cant imagine why... it is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Ingrid dyed my hair dark. I like it. It brings out my green eyes and matches my eyebrow color. That is always good when that happens.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RubptPGQ2WI/AAAAAAAAACY/ctSXfdsG2FQ/s1600-h/dark+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109027790654593378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RubptPGQ2WI/AAAAAAAAACY/ctSXfdsG2FQ/s320/dark+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday it was Dylan Mundy's 16th Birthday so me and Tyler carpooled over to his parent's house for dinner. We had delicious chicken and broccoli casserole with homemade rolls and salad. Then Tyler, Ingrid and I took some pictures together. Me and Tyler then played chess where he schooled me! And he wasn't even that good! He just happened to be better than me. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rubqs_GQ2XI/AAAAAAAAACg/n3wky1B1WOE/s1600-h/GEDC0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109028885871253874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/Rubqs_GQ2XI/AAAAAAAAACg/n3wky1B1WOE/s320/GEDC0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I added enough pictures for Zach. I hope you all enjoyed. I love you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-1262581459109849663?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/1262581459109849663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=1262581459109849663' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1262581459109849663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/1262581459109849663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-gal.html' title='Busy Gal'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RubrrvGQ2YI/AAAAAAAAACo/7XLj-I132Kw/s72-c/GEDC0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-4854397618018728653</id><published>2007-08-20T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:25:31.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Cousins</title><content type='html'>First of all, alot of people are wondering who JP is who commented on my blogs. It was Joshua Michael Parry. I am glad I cleared that up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Grandma told me to watch my language and the only thing I can think of is when I wrote He** which obviously mean Heck. Silly Grandma. Swearing is for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday afternoon I went to the Mundy family's house for dinner. It was delicious! Then Tyler, Ingrid and I left to go visit the McCrackens. It wasn't as akward as I thought it would be the whole time! I liked hearing about when mom and dad were first married. For example, Ed McCracken gets tickets to the BYU games every year and they invited mom and dad to go. Well to make his extremely long story short, BYU lost and he was NOT happy. So dad and Kenna fought over who was going to sit next to Ed in the front seat because they both knew better that to sit next to angry Ed. I thought it was pretty amusing. It was cool when they brought all of Robert's (they call him Rob but the US calls him Bert so I was confused as to what I should write) gold records up to show us. I have never seen real gold record before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and headed to Aunt Deann's and Uncle Kent's house. I had previously told Tyler that I was going to hook him up with Melissa. Now for those of you who do not know the relation between all of us, Tyler and Ingrid are my mom's sister's kids. Melissa is my dad's brother's kid. So no relation. We got there and Melissa looked so attractive which was good for Tyler. We started the night with banana splits and a milkshake for me. They were DELICIOUS! I love ice cream. All of Kent and Deann's kids were ther except Melanie who is on a mission. We got into the discussion on how we make milkshakes. We all make them the Parry way which is puttingg ice cream and milk in a cup... take a knife and chop away at it making the perfect amount of chunky and the perfect amount of creamy. Then we made fun of people who make milkshakes in blenders. Shmucks! Then we got the game of pit out and started playing. It wasn't very long until we put that away and started playing apples to apples. This is where the flirting began! Tyler scooted up close to Melissa, like some kind of trained professional! He is a sly dog! then they started whispering and laughing. That's when the cheating started... Melissa reached her arm around him and dropped a card in his lap, although this was a cute picture... The were not subtle about it and they were trading cards. We played for awhile and they really hit it off. we had family prayer and then left. Tyler mentioned to me on the way home that if their kids turn out retarded then he is coming after me. I had to remind him they are not blood cousins. I think this will be a fun and interesting set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting two new roommates today. They came over on Saturday with a few of their things and just to get a few decorating ideas. They were planning on getting couch covers and rugs and whatever else an apartment needs. Amelia and I don't care what they do as long as they know we are not contributing a dime. They started looking around and they saw Amelia's Van Gogh painting that we love right where it is. One of the girls came up to me and said, "ummm, does this usually stay here? because we have pictures of Jesus to hang" What is she trying to say... we like van gogh better than Jesus? Even though we have pictures of Jesus everywhere. Of course my first thought was, No we actually take it down periodically or we just move it across the wall every week and then back. But I didn't want to have one of these roommate wars so I just nicely said, "Yes that usually stays there. We are pretty particular about our pictures. We don't care what you guys do or hang as long as our stuff isnt moved." She seemed pretty annoyed but listen here honey, we were here first and you are ugly! Then she wanted to put strips of carpet, that have been torn out of her aunt's house, on our living room floor. I dont know about these to characters. So I have to go home and make sure all our crap is in the same place. I don't think they are allowed to move in until the 1st but I guess when they go to get their keys then the manager can tell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is titled Kissing Cousins but no cousin have kissed at all. Or non-cousins for that matter. I just thought it would grab the attention of the readers. Did it work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-4854397618018728653?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/4854397618018728653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=4854397618018728653' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/4854397618018728653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/4854397618018728653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/08/kissing-cousins.html' title='Kissing Cousins'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-433586856057866690</id><published>2007-08-13T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:51:01.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the hint!</title><content type='html'>Hello! It has been a little over a week since I last posted because I have been really busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I went to vegas to visit my family(as most of you already know). Michael did the sacrament blessing for the first time ever! You might think that he would be the one that messed up since it was his first time but you are dead wrong! The man who is supposed to have set an example for him(his own father) is the one who stumbled on his words a bit. But they all did a wonderful job and all 4 of them looked so handsome in their matching ties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun to see all my nephews and my niece again. Brody loves me the best! It is so fun to see how each of them are growing up and the new words Brody and Cadence knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good time in California at the beach and at disneyland and since the majority of you read Zach's blog then I wont go into detail. Being repetative is just annoying. Being repetative is just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Idaho this last weekend for Grandma's 80th birthday party. It was really fun to see all of the extended family again. Well not all of them. Maybe 8% of them. We all sat in Uncle Bert and Aunt Lova's living room sharing memories we had of Grandma. Uncle Jay went on to tell a memory, that I wont repeat because I might lose some readers, and in it there was a man that said, "how ya doin' boys?" in a very annoying voice. Alan and Taylor thought it was HILARIOUS! They started practicing that same phrase in that same voice over and over again. Soon they started talking like that all the time. By the 3rd day at Grandma's house I wanted to stick my fork right in my neck! Uncle Jay went over to Grandpa and jokingly said, "Now that the boys know how to say that you will be enjoying it even when I am gone!" While gripping my fork tight I said with a sarcastic voice and a smile, "I never enjoyed it." Then I fake laughed. It was said jokingly but I meant it 100%. Grandpa turned to me and said,"it is pretty irritating isn't it?" It was just really annoying ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home from Idaho, Amelia and I were going INSANE from being in a car for the amount of time that we were, that we started singing everything we were thinking. Which made an awesome song for when I had to pee. Then we were making every Newsies song we heard into a rap, adding Zs to words. We spit all over ourselves when we were beatboxing! It was ridiculous! We need to practice, Fo shizzle my nizzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home just in time to go pee and get to ward prayer. Our ward had split so we didn't know anyone! There weren't really any hot guys and on top of everything else they started 15 minutes late so we were forced to mingle. The old wards were dividing on different sides like we were gangs wanting to kill eachother. This one guy in our ward offered to help us unpack our car. He was weird and we didn't want him near us. He kept talking to us. We took this guy named Justin home since he lives in the building right next to ours and he helped us unpack. What a nice boy! The weird guy came over and just stood at the front door since we didn't invite him in. He finally said,"Should I come in or stay out or what?" Amelia replyed,"Whatever you want." He stayed for an hour even after we had said we were going to bed within the next 15 minutes. Then Jacob waslked in and cramped this guy's style. Amelia and I had washed our face, put our pajamas on and brushed our teeth and he still didn't get the hint! We were tired and I wanted to talk to Jacob about what he did this weekend(you're welcome Jacob). Jacob went to go make a root beer float and gave me a look like "get him the HE** out of here. I read the look like "come here so I can tell you something" so I went in the kitchen and right when I did, this guy asked Amelia out! That is the second time in a month she has been asked out by freaks in front of me in her pajamas! He finally left! She was pretty upset but I looked at it as if she had just taken one for the team. Thank you Amaulia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772760711700652729-433586856057866690?l=audreyparry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/feeds/433586856057866690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1772760711700652729&amp;postID=433586856057866690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/433586856057866690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772760711700652729/posts/default/433586856057866690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreyparry.blogspot.com/2007/08/get-hint.html' title='Get the hint!'/><author><name>The Findarle Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057113159812083568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/SGvrn4T26eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kJ4-FEcHs7E/S220/PBR+081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772760711700652729.post-8775895897250666805</id><published>2007-08-01T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:51:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams indeed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RrEcluUIrqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tVSVnM5UlHc/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093884087945965218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I6jc3c0FzdQ/RrEcluUIrqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tVSVnM5UlHc/s320/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all. Welcome to my new blog. I thought that if everyone found Zach's life interesting enough than you will be very easy to please. (just kidding Zach you are definitely WAY more interesting than me.) I thought it would be fun for everyone I dont get to talk to that much to know what goes on in my life day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that dont know I work as the store manager of a loan company. I just got a raise and my boss just told me she is working on getting me another one! I will be rich! I enjoy my job most of the time. I have wanted to be a detective since I was very young and I get to do alot of detective work trying to hunt people down that owe us money. I do alot of collections at my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this last monday, I had to give a lesson in Family Home Evening for my ward! I am a FHE group leader. As many of you know(because I called and asked you to give the lesson) I was pretty nervous. It doesn't make me nervous to speak in front of people but it does make me nervous to teach people! Especially things that they probably know more about than me! And to make things worse... I had a dream about this boy in my ward the night before that is quite attractive and he showed up in the middle of my lesson. So I got really distracted and my mind was not thinking about forgiveness anymore, it all the sudden switched to my dream. It was kind of embarassing to stumble on a couple words trying not to think about the dream I had the night before. To spice it up a bit, I was wearing a black shirt that has an x-ray on the front and a heart on it. It kind of looks like one of those halloween costumes but cuter, and I made a joke about forgiveness making you happier inside while I was pointing to my t-shirt and they seemed to enjoy it. So even though I was nervous, it went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church on Sunday we found out our ward is splitting. I hope that there are nice people in the ward or at least attractive mean people. Either one would be fine. I hope we have a nice bishop too. I was gone grocery shopping at Macey's last night because they had a sale 11 items for $10, and any of you who has been a poor single person knew I had to jump at the oppurtunity, and the bishop, relief society president and elders quorum president all stopped by my apartment to meet us and Amelia said they were really nice. I just hope that they continue to act that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousin Ingrid have been hanging out alot. We have alot of fun together. It is nice to have a cousin my age around to do silly things with. We are going to get dressed in 80's clothes and go skating and go to the nickel arcade to play dance dance revolution. We went to DI with my home teachers and tried on a hideous wedding dress, that was actually quite slimming on her, and another little girls dress with gold cowgirl boots. We looked hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time. I hope my post was everything you expected it to be and more. 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