<?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-1783865820091201737</id><updated>2012-02-05T14:45:18.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan and Susan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-6789754714230450875</id><published>2012-01-22T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:12:07.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we stand?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been very good about writing the last 2 months. &amp;nbsp;Once we got though the radiation and chemo treatments, things slowed down. &amp;nbsp;An occasional doctors visit was all we did. &amp;nbsp;It took Bryan until the middle of December to start feeling better. &amp;nbsp;By Christmas, he was feeling quite a bit better, but then after Christmas he got a cold. &amp;nbsp;Funny how he worked every day thru radiation, but a cold kept him home. &amp;nbsp;But anyone that knows Bryan knows he has the art of coughing perfected. &amp;nbsp;So rather than share his germs with the world, he stay home for a couple of days. &amp;nbsp;But he had a hard time pulling out of that cold. &amp;nbsp;I could see a difference in his strength. &amp;nbsp;He really tired easily and although he kept his positive attitude and joyfully personality, he was struggling some. &amp;nbsp;So we were really glad when Jan 19th finally got here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 17th, we spent all afternoon at the hospital getting him ready for surgery. &amp;nbsp;He did all the blood work and then we spent some time at the wound clinic. &amp;nbsp;They explained what a colostomy bag was and what he would be doing for the rest of his life. &amp;nbsp;Some people aren't as lucky as he is, they only have it for a few months, but Bryan will get to have it forever. &amp;nbsp;I still feel blessed that a bag is the worst that we have. &amp;nbsp;He could of had it so much worse. &amp;nbsp;Saying that, doesn't&amp;nbsp;simplify&amp;nbsp;it any. &amp;nbsp;His life is changed forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound clinic was so good for us. &amp;nbsp;They had him bend and stretch and move around and find the place that would be the most comfortable and easiest to work with. &amp;nbsp;They told us in detail how to work with it, what to expect and how to manage it. &amp;nbsp;What a blessing they were. &amp;nbsp;Two hours in an afternoon educated us in so many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Bryan had a full day at work trying to get ready to leave the office for a couple of weeks (I hope that is all if will be). &amp;nbsp;Our plan is that I can help him through the next few to keep business going. &amp;nbsp;I am nervous about that. &amp;nbsp;But he still had to do a liquid diet and the flushing of the body. &amp;nbsp;That is the 3rd time in the last 3 months. &amp;nbsp;He is really sick of it. We had help to make the evening light with the kids and lots of games. &amp;nbsp;What a blessing our children are. &amp;nbsp;They have been such a support for the last few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we were at the&amp;nbsp;hospital&amp;nbsp;at 10:30 waiting for the big event. &amp;nbsp;The doctor wanted him last, so that he could take his time and make sure it was done right. &amp;nbsp;The idea turned out to be the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left him at 12:30 and headed to the waiting room. &amp;nbsp;Dr, Cook had told &amp;nbsp;me to plan on 4-5 hours total (prep, surgery, and recovery) but that if the surgery wasn't done in 3 hours he would send someone out to tell me where they stood. &amp;nbsp;So we started the waiting game. &amp;nbsp;About 4:30, Dr. Cooks PA came out and told us that he was doing fine, but that it was just a really hard surgery. &amp;nbsp;They had explained to me that Bryan's pelvis was narrow and tight and that it had been hard to get what they needed. &amp;nbsp;Men are harder to work on than women in this spot. &amp;nbsp;Jory said they would be another hour or so. &amp;nbsp;So we waited some more, &amp;nbsp;Finally at a little after 6, Dr. Cook came out, &amp;nbsp;He told me that the surgery was really tough. &amp;nbsp;He repeated it several times. &amp;nbsp;He said he had lost a lot of blood and they had given him a unit of blood in the surgery. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Cook told me that he removed everything that was needed to have his best chances of getting rid of the cancer, which left him with a colostomy bag. &amp;nbsp;We knew that would be the case so we were prepared. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Cook said that Bryan had done really well, it was just a tough surgery. Dr. Cook said that he would be in recovery about an hour and then they would come and get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7:30, we decided to call and check with the nurse to see how things were going. &amp;nbsp;I was told he was doing well, but it would be another half hour. &amp;nbsp;The waiting continued. &amp;nbsp;At 8:30, James said he would call again. &amp;nbsp;The kids were surprised that they hadn't at least let me go back by now. &amp;nbsp;James was across the room talking to the nurse and I could tell by the look on his face, that there was more to the story than I had been told. &amp;nbsp;When James came back to explain, he didn't even know where to begin or what to say. &amp;nbsp;Ashley had called the first time and wasn't given any information, so we didn't expect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse informed James that the first&amp;nbsp;epidural&amp;nbsp;had not worked, &amp;nbsp;Bryan woke up and the pain was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor had to put the epidural in again. &amp;nbsp;So they had him sit up in bed and you can guess from there what happened. &amp;nbsp;He remembers sitting up, throwing up, and looking at the clock at 6:00. &amp;nbsp;Then the next thing he remembers is waking up and looking at the clock and it was 9:00. &amp;nbsp;When the nurses came and got us it was just after 9:00. &amp;nbsp;He looked so pale. &amp;nbsp;Bryan knew he had worried me when he saw the time. &amp;nbsp;He kept saying I'm sorry to worry you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had held it together pretty well until they wheeled him upstairs and the nurse said to me "if you will just wait out in the waiting room, when Mr. Pendleton is ready we will come and get you". &amp;nbsp;I looked at him and said, can you do it in less than 3 hours, and then I fell apart. &amp;nbsp;The nurse could tell that was to much to ask. &amp;nbsp;He said "I'm sorry you can stay". &amp;nbsp;As the nurses from recovery left, they said "We have had more fun with him this afternoon than we wanted, we are happy to leave him hear. &amp;nbsp;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-6789754714230450875?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/6789754714230450875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=6789754714230450875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6789754714230450875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6789754714230450875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-we-stand.html' title='Where we stand?'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5958224821814370326</id><published>2011-11-21T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:39:07.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lords plan!</title><content type='html'>The time flies by while standing still. &amp;nbsp;It feels like years since we heard the words you have cancer. &amp;nbsp;People say there is life after cancer and I believe there is, but ours lives have changed and they will never be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask how has it changed? &amp;nbsp;You never think it can happen to you. &amp;nbsp;You never think you will hear the words. Life seems more precious and people seem to be more caring. &amp;nbsp;Where have I been when other people are hurting. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been the kind of friends others have been to us. &amp;nbsp;Food brought in, neighbors stop by to see how you are doing, people constantly tell us that they are praying for us and putting on names in the temple. &amp;nbsp;And wanting to help. &amp;nbsp;But for Bryan and I, there has also been a new found peace. &amp;nbsp;A peace that says, it doesn't matter what doctor your go to, or what hospital you go to, or how many prayers are offered in our behalf or how much fasting is done, the Lord is in control. &amp;nbsp;He has a plan. He has things we need to learn. &amp;nbsp;His time frame is at hand and he is in control. &amp;nbsp;We can fight it, but that only makes things harder. &amp;nbsp;Don't read into this that we have given up, because we haven't and in fact, we both feel that everything will be positive and there will be life after cancer, but we are more willing to listen, and more willing to see his will though all of this. &amp;nbsp;We still have a lot of life to live, but hopefully it will be more in the Lords plan and not so much in our plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that last Christmas, we did pictures and pillows for family and friends that said "Be Still and know that I am God" &amp;nbsp;Just 11 months ago, we thought we knew what that meant. &amp;nbsp;But we didn't. &amp;nbsp;My fear is that I still don't know what that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the mean time, we are going to be&amp;nbsp;grateful for our blessings. &amp;nbsp;We have so many. &amp;nbsp;This Thanksgiving we will love deeper and enjoy greater than we ever have before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are grateful for cancer, it has given us a new&amp;nbsp;perceptive&amp;nbsp;on life. &amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord for helping us see clearer and put our lives in your hands. &amp;nbsp;Please take care of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has sent many tender mercies to us over the past 3 months. He has listened to prayers and answered some of them, he has taught us many lessons. &amp;nbsp;Lessons we never want to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-5958224821814370326?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/5958224821814370326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=5958224821814370326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5958224821814370326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5958224821814370326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/11/lords-plan.html' title='The Lords plan!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-1633202846865953102</id><published>2011-11-14T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:43:33.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Week 4</title><content type='html'>I really thought I would have more to post than I do. &amp;nbsp;We have been really blessed in the progress Bryan has made. &amp;nbsp;He has had some side effects from the Chemo. &amp;nbsp;He has had the fatigue they told us he would have. &amp;nbsp;He started with fever blisters around his mouth last week, but the PA gave him some medicine that stopped them before they had really started. &amp;nbsp;I would like to have some of that medicine on hand. &amp;nbsp;He has the blotchy red spots on his face and arms. &amp;nbsp;That is the chemo attacking the many signs the sun has left over many years of sun. &amp;nbsp;They haven't been as red as I thought they would be. &amp;nbsp;The PA said that is the chemo killing any pre-skin cancer that he might have had some day (one positive). &amp;nbsp;He hasn't lost his hair. &amp;nbsp;He is quite red in his stomach area from the radiation. &amp;nbsp;And I think the radiation is frying his insides. &amp;nbsp;But I guess that is what it is suppose to do. &amp;nbsp;He has had quite a bit of pain, but the pain pills they gave him have worked really well. &amp;nbsp;He says he&amp;nbsp;itches and I am sure that is another side effect of the chemo. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His blood levels have stayed where they wanted them and he is maintaining his weight. &amp;nbsp;He hasn't lost his love for food, but he doesn't have a great desire to eat. &amp;nbsp;He has had some muscle spasms, but only a few. &amp;nbsp;Of course they were in the middle of the night and that kept him awake. &amp;nbsp;He usually falls a sleep on the couch for a few hours before he heads to bed. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't sleep as well as he would like. &amp;nbsp;But then who does when you are 50+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, he spent the weekend hunting with his dad, brothers and son (James had to work) &amp;nbsp;The doctor thought it would be good for the mind and he encouraged him to go it he felt like it. &amp;nbsp;I think they had a good time and he enjoyed the distraction. &amp;nbsp;He came home tired, but not as tired as I expected him to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids take great care of us--Jeff was responsible for the hunting trip duties and I think he did a great job. &amp;nbsp;Thanks kids for putting up with a over-protective wife and mother. &amp;nbsp;This is a new road traveled for all of us and I am still feeling my way. &amp;nbsp;(I hope we don't have to get to know this road to well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, he has 15 treatments down and 10 radiation treatments left, so we are more than half way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan is a very positive, up beat person that sees more positive than negative in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me tonight that he feels overwhelmed by the love and kindness people show him. &amp;nbsp;I know when he is in the spot light like this, it is out of his comfort zone, but I also know that he really appreciates all of the support others have offered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you all for your love and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1633202846865953102?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-6459663714001324048</id><published>2011-11-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:56:28.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the 3rd week.</title><content type='html'>Monday marked the start of the 3rd week for radiation for Bryan. &amp;nbsp;They keep telling him this will be really bad. &amp;nbsp;We saw both doctors yesterday and both were pleased at how well he is doing. &amp;nbsp;His blood still looks good. &amp;nbsp;He is eating and not losing weight. &amp;nbsp;He is starting to get fever blisters and his skin is getting red and blotchy. &amp;nbsp;He is tired in the even and has quite a&amp;nbsp;lot&amp;nbsp;of pain, but he is&amp;nbsp;managing&amp;nbsp;all of it with humor and patience. &amp;nbsp;He does his best to stay positive and up beat. &amp;nbsp;Most of the time he does better than I do. &amp;nbsp;It will be good to get this week over then we will be on the down ward stretch for the&amp;nbsp;radiation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-6459663714001324048?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/6459663714001324048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=6459663714001324048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6459663714001324048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6459663714001324048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/11/starting-3rd-week.html' title='Starting the 3rd week.'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8805111605568397002</id><published>2011-11-02T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:12:19.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the second week!</title><content type='html'>Bryan started his second week of radiation on Monday. &amp;nbsp;Monday night he was sick--nausea and&amp;nbsp;diarrhea. &amp;nbsp;Bryan was sure it was the flu. &amp;nbsp;Why would it start when it hadn't before? &amp;nbsp;He said he felt ache and so it was&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;food&amp;nbsp;poisoning or the flu. &amp;nbsp;If you know Bryan very well, anytime he feels sick to his&amp;nbsp;stomach&amp;nbsp;he says it is food poisoning. &amp;nbsp;After about 24 hours he seemed to feel better. &amp;nbsp;See of course it was food poisoning. &amp;nbsp;At his doctors appointment he told that doctor about it and that he thought it was food poisoning. &amp;nbsp;Guess what....doctor agreed with wife. &amp;nbsp;Probably was the chemo. &amp;nbsp;But then it doesn't matter what it was, its just good he is feeling better. &amp;nbsp;His blood looks good and his blood pressure is staying steady. &amp;nbsp;So far no signs of sores on his hands and feet or in his mouth. &amp;nbsp;And he isn't losing weight. &amp;nbsp;Good Job Bryan. &amp;nbsp;Glad you are taking care of yourself. &amp;nbsp;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-4818957925984778686</id><published>2011-11-02T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:00:11.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things just don't go together!</title><content type='html'>It seems crazy that we have snow on the ground. &amp;nbsp;I know that it is coming and yet I am never ready for it. I have a really had time wanting to change ward ropes. &amp;nbsp;I told 2 people today that hate to give up the sandals and they both said there is nothing wrong with wearing them with socks. &amp;nbsp;Somehow that just doesn't seem right. &amp;nbsp;That takes me back to the CJ Banks days and the training that said socks and sandals don't mix. &amp;nbsp;NO SOCKS and SANDALS. It goes against all the rules. &amp;nbsp;And by the way always make sure your toe nails are painted. &amp;nbsp;Funny training I remenber. &amp;nbsp;How do you vote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ringelsocken by soxboy" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5131614746_3fd77c0a9e_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01242 by nordmende2009" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4921138082_91032db951_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC04277 by nordmende2009" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4941767147_97b76c6784_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC09987 by nordmende2009" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4760362393_7c7d2fa20c_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Red Fisherman Sandals and Socks by SofiaAmbrosia" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3292611567_86e3303e0d_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Socken mit Sandalen by soxboy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2728103856_a9fe7525ba_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ringelsocken by soxboy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/2561620402_1ae52238df_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ringelsocken by soxboy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2513840602_673d0c380d_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-4818957925984778686?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/4818957925984778686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=4818957925984778686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4818957925984778686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4818957925984778686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-things-just-dont-go-together.html' title='Some things just don&apos;t go together!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5131614746_3fd77c0a9e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-1673539948616278408</id><published>2011-10-28T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:38:42.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First week is over</title><content type='html'>Bryan finished his first week of chemo and radiation. &amp;nbsp;1 down 4 more to go. &amp;nbsp;For the most part he is doing very well. &amp;nbsp;The biggest problem is the fatigue. &amp;nbsp;He tires really easy and feels over whelmed with large tasks. &amp;nbsp;The pain gets to him sometimes and he took &amp;nbsp;his first pain pills last night. &amp;nbsp;Although he said they didn't help very much. &amp;nbsp;We are keeping him away from all the flu that seems to be going around. &amp;nbsp;We don't want him to get sick. &amp;nbsp;He still has his hair and hasn't lost any weight so we are in good shape. &amp;nbsp;He laughs at jokes about himself and gives the techs and doctors a hard time. &amp;nbsp;Some times he reminds me of my dad when he was in the hospital. &amp;nbsp;He is very pleasant and doesn't get as impatient as I do with the process. &amp;nbsp;He always makes the staff laugh and &amp;nbsp;has a great attitude. &amp;nbsp;He is working hard at making in roads at getting the branding business for the clinics and doctors. &amp;nbsp;He has to pay for all this some how. &amp;nbsp;He took the doctors shirts and a&amp;nbsp;wireless mouse with In the Paints logo on it. &amp;nbsp;Every visit he talks to someone about business while he is at his visits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have been very blessed with added strength and peace to do the work that I need to do. I really feel all of the prayer that have been offered up in our behalf. &amp;nbsp; I feel very torn sometimes though. &amp;nbsp;Should I be working so much? &amp;nbsp;I miss some of the doctors appointments and feel like I am not helping Bryan like I would like. &amp;nbsp;I need to help him with his job and I can't until late in the evening because I am up gone to work by 6 and don't get home until after 6. &amp;nbsp;That is hard on him. &amp;nbsp;What is the answer? &amp;nbsp;I don't know for sure, but I hope the Lord knows &amp;nbsp;my heart and will help pick up the pieces that I can't take care of. &amp;nbsp;Our kids have been amazing! &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I am some what bias, but we have the best kids in the world. &amp;nbsp;And the&amp;nbsp;grand kids&amp;nbsp;are even better than the kids. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe we are blessed enough to have 9 perfect grand kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1673539948616278408?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/1673539948616278408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=1673539948616278408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1673539948616278408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1673539948616278408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-week-is-over.html' title='First week is over'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-708494080168907225</id><published>2011-10-26T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:55:02.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in our life!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I told Ashley that we needed to start counting the tender mercies in our lives. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes life gets so overwhelming that we forget to count. &amp;nbsp;This week is a marathon for me and for Bryan. &amp;nbsp;He gets to see how many Doctors he can see in a week, and I get to see how much I can work at 2 different jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new grocery store opening in Salem, hired me last week with out even interviewing me. (I did drop off a resume and new some people)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started there a little last week and now this week. &amp;nbsp;I will do my normal 25 hours at Boulder Ranch but I am helping them in the Book Keeping department and&amp;nbsp;probably doing some cashiering also. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I started at 6 am and worked at the store until 1 and then went to Boulder Ranch from 1:30-5:30 and then back to the store until 10. The store had a family night visit to show off the new store. &amp;nbsp;Tender mercy - Bryan, Mom, Jeff, Carly, Logan, Savannah,&amp;nbsp;Isabelle, Mike and Ashley all came to lend support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was back at the store at 5:30 until 12:30 and then Boulder from 1-5 and back to the store until 8:30. &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;think there must be an easier way to make money. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow will calm down a little I am not going into the store and I don't have to be to Boulder until 8 am. &amp;nbsp;It will be nice to sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan's appointments went well I guess. &amp;nbsp;Every doctor gives him more prescriptions to have on hand, just in case--pain,&amp;nbsp;nausea,&amp;nbsp;diarrhea... he told the doctor he felt good, but the way they all talk he must be waiting for the other shoe to fall. &amp;nbsp;They all said yes. &amp;nbsp;And they weren't laughing or smiling. &amp;nbsp;I guess the road will get worse before it gets better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender mercy - Amy called in dinner for us to pick up. &amp;nbsp;What a great family we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-708494080168907225?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/708494080168907225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=708494080168907225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/708494080168907225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/708494080168907225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-day-in-our-life.html' title='Another day in our life!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-6568228695612057028</id><published>2011-10-24T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:36:15.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of firsts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryan started his first round of chemo last night. &amp;nbsp;He had his first radiation treatment today. &amp;nbsp;Jack got his first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/291855_10100183632705559_17816954_44048583_164299072_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;casts today. &amp;nbsp;They both made it though, neither on of them enjoyed it much, but they ended the night in front of football and baseball in TV. &amp;nbsp;Bryan enjoyed holding him and feeling the joy of a new spirit close to heaven. &amp;nbsp;Another tender mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-6568228695612057028?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/6568228695612057028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=6568228695612057028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6568228695612057028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6568228695612057028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/10/lots-of-firsts.html' title='Lots of firsts.'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-6809296828249514826</id><published>2011-10-24T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:29:33.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Arrival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jack Bryan Pendleton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/308666_10100176259845829_17816954_43990050_591618247_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all the&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;of Bryan's news, I forgot to post the more important news. &amp;nbsp;Jack Bryan Pendleton was born on October 14, 2011. He weighted in at 6 lbs, 10 oz. 19 inches long. &amp;nbsp;He has a look of both his parents. &amp;nbsp;He was born with club feet. &amp;nbsp;People say-that can be fixed, if he has to have a&amp;nbsp;abnormality that is a great one to have. &amp;nbsp;But that still means he has to have casts for the next &amp;nbsp;few months and then braces for a year or so and that doesn't include the pain and suffering he has to go through. Any pain an infant has to go through is hard to watch. &amp;nbsp;James and Katy are doing well and taking it all in stride. &amp;nbsp;They will love him and care for his&amp;nbsp;every need. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How blessed Jack is to have his parents. &amp;nbsp;He is a very special spirit that came to a great home. &amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord for sending him to our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That makes 9 beautiful grand children we now have. &amp;nbsp;They all have their own&amp;nbsp;personalities that Bryan and I love. &amp;nbsp;Tender mercies in have trials. &amp;nbsp;Kids we love you all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-6809296828249514826?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-3781439830354382248</id><published>2011-10-22T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:39:10.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-date for Bryan</title><content type='html'>I really thought this last week wouldn't have as many doctors appointments as last month, and I guess we really didn't. &amp;nbsp;But they all seem so overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning he started with a PET scan. &amp;nbsp;We didn't know what that meant, but most of the scans he has had thus far lasted about 30 minutes, &amp;nbsp;Not this one. &amp;nbsp;He was suppose to go fasting from midnight on. &amp;nbsp;He was scheduled for 7:45--we thought. &amp;nbsp;Well, when he completed the scan at 11:30 we were surprised. &amp;nbsp;He even had to sit in a quite room for 1.5 hours, &amp;nbsp;No TV, computer, phone, book or anything to stimulate the brain. &amp;nbsp;They gave him a warm blanket and said he could sleep if he wanted. &amp;nbsp;Since he hadn't slept well the night before, he was glad for the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news from that is there wasn't any other cancer detected. &amp;nbsp;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is appointment with Dr. Clark was a review of the plan and a review of the PET scan. &amp;nbsp;Then they took him to prep him for Monday. &amp;nbsp;He got 3 small&amp;nbsp;tattoo's. &amp;nbsp;Yes, you read it right. &amp;nbsp;He is now wearing 3 small tattoo's on his hip area. &amp;nbsp;That is so that the radiation treatments will be done in the exact same place&amp;nbsp;every time. &amp;nbsp;He says that people always thought is was rebel and not he can prove it. &amp;nbsp;He still has his sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually skipped the Dr. on Tuesday. &amp;nbsp;Crazy right. &amp;nbsp;One day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we met with the surgeon. &amp;nbsp;That felt like a new slap in the face. &amp;nbsp;The reality of it all just seems so hard. &amp;nbsp;Bryan and I had hoped we could have the surgery&amp;nbsp;by the end of the year, but Dr. Cook &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so no. &amp;nbsp;He said that would be too soon. &amp;nbsp;He wants to wait until after the 1st of the year. &amp;nbsp;Won't really matter. &amp;nbsp;I am sure we will meet out&amp;nbsp;deductible&amp;nbsp;both years anyway. &amp;nbsp;He said that the body needs that much time to heal from the chemo and radiation treatments. &amp;nbsp;If there is any infection, it is hard for the body to fight when it is working so hard with the chemo. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Cook said the surgery is really hard on the body. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Cook said to plan 5-10 days in the hospital and then 6-8 weeks recovery. &amp;nbsp;That is a long time in the hospital. &amp;nbsp;The stay is determined by the amount of reconstruction that has to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the process continues. &amp;nbsp;The good news is it will finally start. &amp;nbsp;Bryan starts his chemo ($4000 a&amp;nbsp;prescription)&amp;nbsp;tomorrow and then the radiation on Monday afternoon. &amp;nbsp;Keep him in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-3781439830354382248?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/3781439830354382248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=3781439830354382248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3781439830354382248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&amp;nbsp;Life stops when health issues start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 5 hours in doctors offices today and came home with a lot of info and drained at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan is blessed in many ways and I hope that we can continue to feel that way. &amp;nbsp;The tumor he has is very large but it is&amp;nbsp;confined&amp;nbsp;to the rectum. &amp;nbsp;There is one more scan, PET scan, that they will do that will show for sure they haven't missed anything. &amp;nbsp;That will give them a pretty confident answer that they have found all the cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will start treatments on Monday October 24th. &amp;nbsp;He will have a combined treatment of chemo and radiation. &amp;nbsp;The chemo will be given by pill twice a day. &amp;nbsp;The radiation will be given 5 days a week, one treatment a day. &amp;nbsp;The treatments will last about 20 minutes. &amp;nbsp;That will be done for 5 weeks. That should be about Thanksgiving. &amp;nbsp;At the end of 5 weeks the hope is that the tumor will be fried, gone, out of site. Then they wait 3-6 weeks to do surgery. You are asking, if the tumor is gone, why the surgery. &amp;nbsp;The tumor might be gone, but 4 out of 5 people still have cancer in the tissue and muscle and they can't tell for sure if you are one of the lucky ones until it is taken out. &amp;nbsp;Without the surgery, you chances of cancer coming back are very high. &amp;nbsp;With the surgery, the chances of it coming back are very low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might say why wait so long for the surgery. &amp;nbsp;Studies have found that the body does better in surgery if it has a few weeks to heal from the large amounts of radiation. We are hoping for 3-4 weeks with surgery before the end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is also to keep him living a very normal life. &amp;nbsp;He should be able to continue working and functioning normally in other ways. &amp;nbsp;The side effects will be fatigue, sores on his hands and feet, and some nausea. &amp;nbsp;But he shouldn't even lose his hair. &amp;nbsp;(He wanted to be bald like Gracie). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 4-6 months after the surgery, he will continue to take the chemo as a&amp;nbsp;precaution and get rid of any other cancer that might creep in. &amp;nbsp;Unlike other cancers, colon rectal cancer doesn't usually come back in the same places. &amp;nbsp;It shows up in other places like the liver or the kidneys, so they just want to make sure it is all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how many people have sent their love and support. &amp;nbsp;We feel so much support from all of you. &amp;nbsp;So many have asked how to help. &amp;nbsp;We want to do this with lots of humor. &amp;nbsp;The PA told us their are 3 things that will help get through this. &amp;nbsp;The first is exercise. &amp;nbsp;30 minutes of walking each day will make a great difference in how you feel. &amp;nbsp;The 2nd is service. &amp;nbsp;She said give service often if you want to feel better and the 3rd is humor. &amp;nbsp;She said cancer is sad enough. &amp;nbsp;We have to laugh at the stuff we can. &amp;nbsp;So help us laugh, cry with us, walk with us, and let us give you service. &amp;nbsp;That is the biggest help you can all be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my dad would of said, this is just a BIG bump in the road. &amp;nbsp;This is do-able and we will fight and win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom brought us up some roses out of her garden today. &amp;nbsp;They reminded us of dad and his love for all of us. &amp;nbsp;We all miss him so much, but he is very busy taking care of all of us in Heaven. &amp;nbsp;I think of him often and how his lifted Savannah up and kissed her on the cheek the night he died. &amp;nbsp;Tonight I picture him giving Jack a kiss on the cheek and saying go down to earth and make your family smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-4038201847215773379?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/4038201847215773379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=4038201847215773379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4038201847215773379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4038201847215773379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-feel-blessed.html' title='We feel blessed!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-32195670276259233</id><published>2011-10-06T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:34:47.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How 1 one week can change your life!</title><content type='html'>Last week Bryan went in for that dreaded colonascopy. Everyone told him him how bad it would be. But the parts they told him would be bad turned out to be the easy part. &amp;nbsp;Drinking all of the medicine for 24 hours before he went in were bad--many trips to the bathroom and the hunger pains. &amp;nbsp;But nothing can compare to watching him come out of the&amp;nbsp;anesthesia. &amp;nbsp;He laid there so quite.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His pulse kept dropping--that is normal for him. &amp;nbsp;The beeper went off when his pulse hit 45--the nurse came in to check. &amp;nbsp;Maybe we should wake him up. &amp;nbsp;But he is sleeping so sound--that was rare now days. &amp;nbsp;Reset the beeper. &amp;nbsp;Beeper goes off when pulse is 40. &amp;nbsp;Nurse comes in. &amp;nbsp;Watches him for a minute. &amp;nbsp;Still normal for Bryan. &amp;nbsp;We should wake him up. &amp;nbsp;I rub his forehead, and his arms, hold his hand and hope he will wake up. &amp;nbsp;He sleeps&amp;nbsp;a little&amp;nbsp;longer and then wakes up. &amp;nbsp;What comes next was the nightmare, &amp;nbsp;Not the pulse dropping to 39. &amp;nbsp;The doctor coming in to tell the results. &amp;nbsp;Tumor and cancer. &amp;nbsp;Let me go back to sleep and try waking up again. &amp;nbsp;Hold my hand Bryan--we are in for a ride. &amp;nbsp;It will be rough, but I love you and with Gods help, we will survive this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-32195670276259233?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/32195670276259233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=32195670276259233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/32195670276259233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/32195670276259233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-1-one-week-can-change-your-life.html' title='How 1 one week can change your life!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-4661202165054181654</id><published>2011-10-04T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:59:58.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To HEAR the T &amp; C words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most know that last week finally at age 53&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went in for the (camera at the end of a tube - inserted in your bum) colonoscopy procedure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All went well, until the Dr. came into the recovery rm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The look on his face told Susan &amp;amp; I a lot, but just hearing the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's not good news, you have a TUMOR &amp;amp; it's probably CANCER".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T &amp;amp; C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know those 2 words could have such an impact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I knew it, I was fighting to hold back the tears filling up in my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't dare turn and look at Susan, but tried to stay focused on the Dr's. face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What does it all mean???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the waiting game has started. Many unknowns will soon be revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prayers have been &amp;amp; are being offered heavenward, blessings from faithful priesthood holders administered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the rest is left in the LORD's hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a fun post but thought this a good way to get the word out to those we love. Susan will have to do the facebook thing, since I'm not to good at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for updates as they become available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We LOVE you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-4661202165054181654?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/4661202165054181654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=4661202165054181654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4661202165054181654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4661202165054181654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-hear-t-c-words.html' title='To HEAR the T &amp; C words'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8298966159649367517</id><published>2011-04-25T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:22:26.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabelle Kate Pendleton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJq-ukX2PvM/TbZHF7yAt1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZSXAx0eWB-4/s1600/222487_10150170270853631_665908630_6603131_239608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJq-ukX2PvM/TbZHF7yAt1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZSXAx0eWB-4/s400/222487_10150170270853631_665908630_6603131_239608_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;Isn't she beautiful. &amp;nbsp;Just like the song--&lt;br /&gt;We topped the Easter Holiday off with blessing Isabelle Kate.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't say enough--look are that hair, those blue eyes, her olive skin. &lt;br /&gt;We are blessed enough to have her join our family making 8 grandchildren&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-8298966159649367517?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8298966159649367517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8298966159649367517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8298966159649367517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8298966159649367517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/04/isabelle-kate-pendleton.html' title='Isabelle Kate Pendleton'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJq-ukX2PvM/TbZHF7yAt1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZSXAx0eWB-4/s72-c/222487_10150170270853631_665908630_6603131_239608_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-2013988270013788525</id><published>2011-03-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:11:22.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New arrival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GpMwaeNi-js/TXmuX4sAWkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gdU6vqs5XDI/s1600/Baby+Isabelle+Kate+Mar+10%252C+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GpMwaeNi-js/TXmuX4sAWkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gdU6vqs5XDI/s320/Baby+Isabelle+Kate+Mar+10%252C+2011.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zvhCDF2k41A/TXmuSL4X5wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NguDLMGTLIo/s1600/Baby+Isabelle+Kate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zvhCDF2k41A/TXmuSL4X5wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NguDLMGTLIo/s320/Baby+Isabelle+Kate.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZzyMihWN3b0/TXmub1NcevI/AAAAAAAAAWI/izJlP7fTiCQ/s1600/Isabelle+Kate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZzyMihWN3b0/TXmub1NcevI/AAAAAAAAAWI/izJlP7fTiCQ/s320/Isabelle+Kate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wouldn't be the proud grandma if I didn't post the newest arrival. &amp;nbsp;She has coal black hair. &amp;nbsp;Her hair looks like mine when I was born. &amp;nbsp;She is beautiful! &amp;nbsp;Jeff and Carly don't think new born babies are very cute, but I think they are the best. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it is the spirit they bring with them. &amp;nbsp;But I could hold a new born all day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are glad to have her hear and everything looks to be OK. &amp;nbsp;Love you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-2013988270013788525?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/2013988270013788525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=2013988270013788525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2013988270013788525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2013988270013788525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-arrival.html' title='New arrival!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GpMwaeNi-js/TXmuX4sAWkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gdU6vqs5XDI/s72-c/Baby+Isabelle+Kate+Mar+10%252C+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7763996964567255207</id><published>2011-02-23T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:37:23.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned!</title><content type='html'>Life has a way of repeating experiences that hit you in the face. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes they hit harder than you would like, but hopefully the second time it hits, you learn your lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had an experience that was a repeat from many times in earlier years, but with different people. &amp;nbsp;This time the shoe was on a different foot and a different audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem was, I hadn't made a plan. I had told myself I would never let this happen again. &amp;nbsp;And not to people I loved. &amp;nbsp;But I did! &amp;nbsp;Slap in the face bad. &amp;nbsp;How could I let this happen. &amp;nbsp;Life came spinning around in a whirl wind I couldn't stop. &amp;nbsp;You think you can, but you can't. &amp;nbsp;The more you talk, the worse it gets. &lt;br /&gt;GOD STOP THIS PLEASE! &amp;nbsp;My heart was breaking but I couldn't stop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I will do if it ever happens again. I hope it doesn't but if it does, I learned from 2 great examples what I should do. &amp;nbsp;The plan is in place and I will stop it before it gets big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bigger question is, how do I make it right again?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How do you mend a fence with someone you love and make it right? &amp;nbsp;Life is to short to live with regrets. But when you have regrets--what should you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7763996964567255207?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7763996964567255207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7763996964567255207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7763996964567255207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7763996964567255207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/02/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-6532678342628390765</id><published>2011-01-31T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:08:26.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Bryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;10 Reasons why I love you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;You except me for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;You want to help me improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;You let me cry when I need to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;You try hard to make me happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;You are doing everything you can to make a living for us. (even door to door sales).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;You love our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;You love our grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;You love the Lord and want to be obedient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;Even after 35 years you can still give me a nervous stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. You make me laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-6532678342628390765?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/6532678342628390765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=6532678342628390765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6532678342628390765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6532678342628390765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-bryan.html' title='Thank you Bryan!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8423516247674770801</id><published>2011-01-14T22:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:56:27.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week on the job.</title><content type='html'>I made it through the first week on the job.  Nice office, nice people and low stress.  That is always nice.  The first week people don't expect much from you so you can get a feel of what is going on and how they do it.  Next week will be different.  Then I have to remember something--and we all know how that goes for me.  I am remembering names--that is a big thing in my brain.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all of your prayers.  You are the best family ever.  I love you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-8423516247674770801?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8423516247674770801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8423516247674770801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8423516247674770801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8423516247674770801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-week-on-job.html' title='One week on the job.'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5822427213261967658</id><published>2011-01-13T18:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:52:15.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned about being unemployed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry" style="position: relative; min-height: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 518px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;1. I spent more hours a day looking for a job than I am working now.&lt;div&gt;2. It makes you feel depressed and worthless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It is easy to get into the unemployment payment system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I liked the weekly deposit without leaving my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. People think it is your fault that you don't have a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sometimes I thought it was my fault that I didn't have a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. 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The last time they started I think the only one that joined them was James.  Amy was declared the winner. Today they are starting over and we have all joined the band wagon.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 goals are expected.  THAT IS A LOT!!!! Can I really do it?  Exercise, drink water, read scriptures, eat vegetables, write in my journal or blog 5 times a week!  Crazy!  But if I don't, where will I be in 6 months.  JUST THE SAME AS I AM NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the challenge Amy and Joe and may the best man/women win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1088709917614489994?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/1088709917614489994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=1088709917614489994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1088709917614489994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1088709917614489994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2011/01/healthy-day-challenge.html' title='Healthy Day Challenge!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-953768868626444090</id><published>2010-12-24T08:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:48:04.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Came Early!</title><content type='html'>Our kids gave us a Christmas Present Early.  Arrangements were made for all 10 adults to leave the madness of Christmas behind and spend some time in the temple together.  All of our children were in a sealing room in the Mt Timp Temple and spent 2 hours of heaven on earth doing sealings last night.  And then out to dinner.  A priceless gift never to be forgotten.  Thanks Kids.  We will never forget how blessed we are.  We love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-953768868626444090?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/953768868626444090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=953768868626444090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/953768868626444090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/953768868626444090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-came-early.html' title='Christmas Came Early!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-545460061289472669</id><published>2010-12-13T17:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:18:58.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last of a Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQcA_2o4vzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jwrJrCHn42E/s1600/Grandma%2BPendleton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQcA_2o4vzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jwrJrCHn42E/s320/Grandma%2BPendleton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550406162756190002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today causes reflection due to the attendance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of Grandma Zookie's (my affectionate nickname) funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more Grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was born, many of my Great Grandparents were alive and I enjoyed having my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandparents (both sets) around for most of my life, just loosing the last 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Grandpa Skousen) 14 months ago and now THE LAST Grandma Pendleton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The legacy they left is hard to put into words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I can write down a few of my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want the memories down on paper for reflecting back on later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and want my kids/grandkids to be able to read all the wonderful things that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandparents do in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmastime has to hold the number ONE spot in fond memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From letters in later years with a check for all the kids and Susan &amp;amp; I from Grandpa Skousen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the Christmas Eve parties and sitting on Santa's knee at Grandparent's Pendleton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas is SPECIAL for all the known reasons (especially the Savior), but Grandparents just make it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank my Heavenly Father for answering prayers in letting Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave this earthly test and rejoin the love of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm also thankful for the impressions I've had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to go and see my Grandmother often (once a week for the better part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the past couple of months). She loved going for a raspberry shake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She allowed me (actually requested) to sing to her, which I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took the opportunity of doing on her 97 birthday when she attended &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our Sacrament Mtg. (Susan &amp;amp; I were speaking). How ironic that the subject we choose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that day was GRATITUDE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One memory of Grandma and Grandpa Pendleton goes back many, many years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'm actually a little embarrassed to admit this memory, but what a lesson) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lived with them in Huntington, UT Monday-Friday (while I worked @ the Emery power plant) during the second half of my senior year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after starting work. Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma had a talk with me and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they wanted to charge me rent for the time I stayed with them during the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure that a healthy male my age was eating a fair share of the groceries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but paying for rent - c'mon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe that they wanted money from their grandson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember it being $50/month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the rest of the story goes like this. When Susan and I got married (2 1/2 years and a mission later), the wedding present Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma gave to us, was $600 cash. All the RENT money they had made me pay during the time I lived with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still cry thinking of how immature/short sighted I was and how the wisdom of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandparents taught me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma, I will miss you. I will miss your sweet smile, but I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are happy and having the BEST CHRISTMAS ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-545460061289472669?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/545460061289472669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=545460061289472669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/545460061289472669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/545460061289472669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-of-generation.html' title='The Last of a Generation'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQcA_2o4vzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jwrJrCHn42E/s72-c/Grandma%2BPendleton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-1208157043479021185</id><published>2010-12-13T17:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:40:18.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pheasant pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQa8oeQgbzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YftwSzzrZok/s1600/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQa8oeQgbzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YftwSzzrZok/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550330994283802418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't see to well, but all the dark specs are ROOSTERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQa7cHY1U7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/4eNhkMR2FwA/s1600/DSCF0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQa7cHY1U7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/4eNhkMR2FwA/s320/DSCF0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550329682474652594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelly, Lindsay &amp;amp; Kimball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQa7I_VRXMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OSz_q-7SnRw/s1600/DSCF0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQa7I_VRXMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/OSz_q-7SnRw/s320/DSCF0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550329353894714562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it was cold, but what a BLAST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d992436d352e2d3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d992436d352e2d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331548711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CAD3A7E683F01291C27A1CCE5F2917F116A9DB0.32E8F7EEF6BE67750915E29A70CDB60B1E1CF132%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d992436d352e2d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPP_ScsZmPnUxWDlsB743K_FI7P4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d992436d352e2d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331548711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CAD3A7E683F01291C27A1CCE5F2917F116A9DB0.32E8F7EEF6BE67750915E29A70CDB60B1E1CF132%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d992436d352e2d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPP_ScsZmPnUxWDlsB743K_FI7P4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1208157043479021185?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/1208157043479021185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=1208157043479021185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1208157043479021185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1208157043479021185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-pheasant-pictures.html' title='Some Pheasant pictures'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TQa8oeQgbzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YftwSzzrZok/s72-c/DSCF0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7057331724066471835</id><published>2010-11-19T18:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:30:15.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restful Day in Bismark, ND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rather than return home to Utah on Thursday evening after my trip to Atlanta as I normally do. I took a detour through Minneapolis and eventually ended up in Bismark, ND. Now I'm sure you're asking yourself, why would he do something so strange. It's gets even better. After Bismark comes Mott, then off to Buffalo,WY to get picked up by my daughter and grandkids for a Thanksgiving Holiday with the family (they are driving up to meet). Let me try and explain why I would do something so crazy.&lt;div&gt;Sometime ago after a company meeting sitting at our usual Chinese restaurant enjoying our after-meeting lunch, a colleague who also is an avid hunter/fisherman got talking about his different trips recently taken (owns multiple locations i.e Alaska, San Juan, etc.) and happened to mention pheasant hunting in ND. I have been to UT, ID, NE &amp;amp; KS hunting those beautiful ring-necks but never ND and he said I hadn't hunted pheasants till I hunted them in ND (supposedly the pheasant capital of the world). A few days later he sent me a YOUTUBE video and I was determined to make a hunting trip happen. Well many months later after plans were made, commitments discussed, phones calls and e-mails to family members, I'm here. Can't wait to add some photos and videos of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I arrived last night and the rest of the hunting party not till later today. I thought this post would help pass the time. Hope you enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Great Pheasant Hunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7057331724066471835?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7057331724066471835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7057331724066471835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7057331724066471835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7057331724066471835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/11/restful-day-in-bismark-nd.html' title='Restful Day in Bismark, ND'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-3701214668161764298</id><published>2010-10-18T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:12:46.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Sheridan!</title><content type='html'>A last minute decision took me to Sheridan.  Amy and Joe had a business trip planned to Vegas, so Lori and I took off to tend the kids.  It is a fun experience to enter a home with 4 kids that love you. They are always so excited when we go.  It makes me feel so loved.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't very good at taking pictures so I don't have any to post.  But we had so much fun I can't go without a post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lori and I are out of practice with 4 kids and it took both of us to keep going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day we were there, the day went great.  Kids in school.  Madi did preschool.  Then 3:00 hit.  The kids came home and Emma had a soccer game 4:00.  We had to hurry and get things done to be there on time.  We were out the door at about 20 minutes to 4.  We got into the car and ready to pull out when we realized that we had locked out selves out.  Amy had taken the keys with her and we had locked the doors.  But we were having fun so we went to the game and worried about it later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank's to Amy's friend Matt, we broke into the house and were in before dark.  We always are building memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, we took the kids to the dollar store.  We had a mission.  We told them we were going to buy 3 things.  Something to play with, a craft we could do and a treat.  We had a great time looking at all of the fun things we could buy.  After an hour, we picked punch balls, hats to paint, and caramel for apples.  We had movie night and played lots of games.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Kids for putting up with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks kids for having fun with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-3701214668161764298?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/3701214668161764298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=3701214668161764298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3701214668161764298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3701214668161764298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/10/trip-to-sheridan.html' title='Trip to Sheridan!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-2631828432726014904</id><published>2010-10-18T13:47:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:45:04.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nest life!</title><content type='html'>After the wedding and all the stuff from the summer--Bryan and I headed out for some much needed R &amp;amp; R. We were lucky enough to go to Boston for a few days and then on a cruise up the coast. We really enjoyed it all. Here are some pictures that give an idea of our fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLythRyqdSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WtHyOUWtwPs/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLythRyqdSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WtHyOUWtwPs/s400/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529485229727315234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLyn5bh5KpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WT3eITVNAZw/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLyn5bh5KpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WT3eITVNAZw/s400/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529479047588424338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first day we rented a car on drove up to Sharon Vermont to see where the prophet Joseph was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLymmjWNNdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/C8JzymQDLdM/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLymmjWNNdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/C8JzymQDLdM/s400/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529477623757747666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the walking tour in Boston to learn about the early days--a History lesson. We loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLyuZboHHuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6A6vbNI_Lko/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLyuZboHHuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6A6vbNI_Lko/s400/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529486194440085218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to our room on the cruise-chocolate dipped strawberries were waiting for us. Bryan dug right in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLzzyaNI6oI/AAAAAAAAARA/EXX7VaryBnQ/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLzzyaNI6oI/AAAAAAAAARA/EXX7VaryBnQ/s400/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529562489857567362" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan doing the Karaoke night. He still can rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A Horse with no name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TL0EU6be6NI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HohDKGqTkks/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TL0EU6be6NI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HohDKGqTkks/s400/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529580674809260242" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TL0EUvUTQAI/AAAAAAAAARI/smGnkvhKbr0/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan played in the basketball free throw contest and won 3rd place.  He also played in the golf longest drive contest and won first place.  We both played in the ping pong contest--but we didn't do so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the formal nights. Doesn't Bryan look nice in his tux!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TL0M6_N33aI/AAAAAAAAARY/MXsTNOyvUg4/s1600/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TL0M6_N33aI/AAAAAAAAARY/MXsTNOyvUg4/s400/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529590125022404002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE HAD A GREAT TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-2631828432726014904?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/2631828432726014904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=2631828432726014904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2631828432726014904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2631828432726014904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/10/empty-nest-life.html' title='Empty Nest life!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TLythRyqdSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WtHyOUWtwPs/s72-c/Boston+Trip+and+Cruise+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8579484572592250059</id><published>2010-09-10T23:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:32:43.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TIsUAATm71I/AAAAAAAAAO0/-f4lndU8NQM/s1600/Dad+July+4,+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TIsUAATm71I/AAAAAAAAAO0/-f4lndU8NQM/s200/Dad+July+4,+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515524158960103250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell 52 years of experiences in a small blog post? On July 4, 2010, my father passed away. Over the past 10 years, we have seen his determination in open heart surgery, and many other medical issues, but none that could even come close to the determination he had after the brain surgery.&lt;div&gt;After he fell, working in the yard, and the decision was made that the surgery had to be done, dad showed a determination that wouldn't stop. None of us were prepared for the next 7 weeks. He showed everyone the Christ like love he had. Every now and then he would show us a side that surprised us. Like when the nurse asked him his name for the1000th time and he said it was Barack Obama. I thought she was going to die laughing. Or when I went to the doctor with him and he handed me his walker and said here you use it I don't need it. As we watched him come back, over coming obstacles that were endless, to the dad we all knew and loved, it was a surprise the way it all ended.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last 24 hours of his life, he spent Saturday evening with my sister Dalene and her family at a BBQ. Sunday morning, he and mom drove to Salt Lake to witness the baby blessing of my nieces new baby and spent time with my sisters Carolyn and Lori and their families. And then Sunday evening, they spent some time at my house with me and my family. He talked to Michael and Ashley about their upcoming wedding and his role as their sealer. As he left my house, we discussed the 24th of July activities and then he held my grandchildren close and gave them a kiss on the cheek. We teased about mom having to drive him home and they left. He was still weak, but he was coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 30 minutes later, I received the call that he had fallen. He had gone home and walked around the block, even using his walker before going into the house. He was only a half a block from home. His heart had had enough. He was at peace with his life and I know he was ready to meet his maker. He slipped away from all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't leave mom out of this picture. Mom and dad are both very determined independent people. They love the Lord and their family. They do what ever it takes to make it work. Mom is determined to make it on her own. She doesn't want to be dependent on any of us. What an example for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weeks between the fall and his death were weeks of learning and growing. He reminded us how important our family is. How important the Lord should be in our life. But most importantly, he taught us to never give up. To look at hard things straight on and go for it. We should never give up. Life is to short to give up. Live every minute to its fullest. Love the Lord and life in that order. Don't change who you are or what you believe in just because life gets hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you dad for your love and example. We miss you!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-8579484572592250059?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8579484572592250059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8579484572592250059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8579484572592250059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8579484572592250059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-do-i-start_10.html' title='Where do I start?'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TIsUAATm71I/AAAAAAAAAO0/-f4lndU8NQM/s72-c/Dad+July+4,+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7633162960571884011</id><published>2010-09-08T22:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:25:18.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Was A Beautiful Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TKFc7Tp-FyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WEZFSjBUMcg/s1600/wedding+showers,+wedding,+ksl+listins+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TKFc7Tp-FyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WEZFSjBUMcg/s200/wedding+showers,+wedding,+ksl+listins+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521796792091285282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these posts are out of order, but that is how I feel my life has been this summer. &lt;div&gt;When Dad fell and then pasted away, I had a hard time getting into life again.  One day Ashley said "Mom can you check back into life, I am getting married I need your help." I think that Dad must have helped me pull things together. Because we pulled it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley got married on August 19th, 2010.  To look at this picture, you wouldn't believe that it was pouring rain when we went into the temple.  But when we came out, the sun was shining and we were able to get good pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was beautiful.  Michael looked pretty good himself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell you how neat it was to have everyone home for the wedding and all of my children with their spouse in the temple.  I wish that we could have just stayed in the temple and enjoy the moment longer, but that wasn't to be.  My mom and sisters were there also.  Deanna and Joel and Vonda were there also.  The only one missing was Dad, but I know that his spirit was there.  He wouldn't have missed it.  He loved his family and would not have missed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley's dress was beautiful and the happiness showed on her face.  Thank you Michael for making her so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7633162960571884011?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7633162960571884011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7633162960571884011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7633162960571884011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7633162960571884011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-baby-was-beautiful-bride.html' title='My Baby Was A Beautiful Bride'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TKFc7Tp-FyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WEZFSjBUMcg/s72-c/wedding+showers,+wedding,+ksl+listins+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7850039136374426912</id><published>2010-07-31T09:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:46:52.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4MDU5MTExNzQ1MyZwdD*xMjgwNTkxMTk3NDIxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1mNjI4ODllNzE1MDE*/Njg1ODM1MDM5N2M5ZDk4YmIwNCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:640px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490448281134939138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TDH9nz6zvAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SsW9wuOQmKo/s200/Pictures+216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if we know it's coming eventually, how can one prepare for the lose of someone that has influenced your life beyond words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shock, disbelief, sadness and many many other thoughts have flooded my mind in the last several hours. We lost our Dad, mentor, teacher, the Family Patriarch, Spiritual example, and FRIEND on Independence Day July 4th, 2010 @ approx. 8:15 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I laid down on my pillow early this morning waiting to fall asleep. I couldn't help but see his image each time I closed my eyes. It was those many wonderful images going thru my mind as I eventually succombed to exhaustion. I'm so grateful that those same images returned several hours later as I woke to face what I'm sure will be a very difficult day. Knowing that he is still looking down upon this wonderful family is offering up some of the needed comfort we will all be needing over the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fourth of July, which already means so much to me, will now take on a totally new meaning. How fitting that our country's birthplace (which when you think about it, really started with the BIRTH of our SAVOIR) and means so much to us in the restoration of the gospel, links so well to what Dad taught us all - LOVE of GOD, FAMILY &amp;amp; COUNTRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you DAD, for being the person, I SOOOOOO want to be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Son,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan&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/1783865820091201737-7127311214166687532?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7127311214166687532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7127311214166687532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7127311214166687532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7127311214166687532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/07/tragedy-blessing-legend-has-left-us.html' title='A Tragedy, A Blessing, - A LEGEND HAS LEFT US'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/TDH9nz6zvAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SsW9wuOQmKo/s72-c/Pictures+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-310882187497910339</id><published>2010-06-04T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:18:48.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats goin on!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted.  Where does the time go.  Ashley got engaged 3 weeks ago! YEAH! W are so excited for her.  They are getting married Aug. 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in the Salt Lake Temple with a reception the next evening - August 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news - my dad fell working in the yard 2 weeks ago. He ended up having a bleed on his brain and had to have surgery. It has been a hard 2 weeks.  But he is showing great improvement today and we can't be more grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could put stress on the shelf and forget -- but no --I gain weight.  Just what I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;I you have a remedy for stress let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still laid off and unemployment ends next week.  What to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-310882187497910339?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/310882187497910339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=310882187497910339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/310882187497910339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/310882187497910339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-goin-on.html' title='Whats goin on!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7237304241161857341</id><published>2010-03-31T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:33:14.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day!</title><content type='html'>I always want to play a great joke, but I never can think of one.  So I am asking for help.  If you have a great joke--Please do tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7237304241161857341?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7237304241161857341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7237304241161857341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7237304241161857341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7237304241161857341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/03/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5709900093539430131</id><published>2010-03-31T20:26:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:35:45.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with the kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QSTAUPQAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xw5WhlmRlYU/s1600/Pictures+for+March+2010+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QSTAUPQAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xw5WhlmRlYU/s200/Pictures+for+March+2010+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455005166364213250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QSBNlO9uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SiSP2aYk-nY/s1600/Pictures+for+March+2010+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QSBNlO9uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SiSP2aYk-nY/s200/Pictures+for+March+2010+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455004860687513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QRuxaWkZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/txuB6aR_6bo/s1600/Pictures+for+March+2010+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QRuxaWkZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/txuB6aR_6bo/s200/Pictures+for+March+2010+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455004543888036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QReab6f0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UeT1ETkxBN0/s1600/Pictures+for+March+2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QReab6f0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UeT1ETkxBN0/s200/Pictures+for+March+2010+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455004262842662722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QOx6IpTPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Rix8dL59tc8/s1600/Pictures+for+March+2010+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QOx6IpTPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Rix8dL59tc8/s200/Pictures+for+March+2010+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455001299234409714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QRT-VGmwI/AAAAAAAAAME/Vj2Oeex-X_k/s1600/Pictures+for+March+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QRT-VGmwI/AAAAAAAAAME/Vj2Oeex-X_k/s200/Pictures+for+March+2010+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455004083499211522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a grandma is a different experience than motherhood.  The kids actually like being rescued by grandma (although the parents hate it). And they think you might even know what you are talking about.  But then, they are still little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did we do while they were here: Brick Oven Friday night for &lt;a href="http://theworldthroughchelsey%27seyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chelsey's &lt;/a&gt;and Julie's Birthday.  Then back to our house for movie with new friends.  Saturday was packed full of shopping, shopping and shopping.  Then to Chucky Cheese play time.  And back to Jeff and Carly's for dinner and more fun.  Sunday was church and then family home evening.  Monday we had a picnic in the park and then we did grand kids picture day.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://carlypendletonphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carly&lt;/a&gt; we got some great pictures. We had a fun filled weekend.   Thanks kids for the fun weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-5709900093539430131?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/5709900093539430131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=5709900093539430131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5709900093539430131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5709900093539430131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-with-kids.html' title='Weekend with the kids!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S7QSTAUPQAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xw5WhlmRlYU/s72-c/Pictures+for+March+2010+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-2873301508413341950</id><published>2010-03-11T19:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:20:15.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fabulous day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If I described my day -most would say -you call that fabulous? But I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pains that prove I hit the pool for an hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ashley playing the piano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crying and laughter coming from a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Smells from the oven that prove I have done something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laundry DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kitchen cleaned up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Getting to know a daughter-in law better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Learning new things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bryan coming home before midnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Fabulous does describe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-2873301508413341950?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/2873301508413341950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=2873301508413341950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2873301508413341950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2873301508413341950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/03/fabulous-day.html' title='A Fabulous day!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-1026171611218743428</id><published>2010-03-04T17:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:06:53.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Technology</title><content type='html'>I remember when Joel and Deanna got a VCR and called us to come and show them how to use it.  I thought that was so crazy.  How hard is it to use?  Well, I have been trying for about a week to figure out how to put a playlist on my blog and much to my dismay, I just don't get what google is saying.  HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1026171611218743428?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/1026171611218743428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=1026171611218743428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1026171611218743428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1026171611218743428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/03/modern-technology.html' title='Modern Technology'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8179251797277025817</id><published>2010-02-25T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:29:11.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TURN</title><content type='html'>I haven't contributed to our blog for a long time, it's just WRONG getting shown up by my wife all the time, so here goes. The hardest part for me about blogging is getting started. Once I've started, then the mind and fingers begin working in perfect harmony (ok, that may be a little stretch), but it does seem to get easier.&lt;br /&gt;To look back and realize that 2 months of 2010 are already behind us is amazing. I'm not going to make this a travel log entry of events/days gone by, but I do want to mention at least one highlight.&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Sheridan for Taylor's baptism and then the additional few days staying to just visit (watch Olympics and even go to Billings for an overnight stay)was truly a special &amp;amp; fun experience. Nothing like spending time with your grandkids (Amy &amp;amp; Joe aren't to bad either). One of my favorite moments was telling bedtime stories (the MUNCH-KINS with Tayloruuuski, Emmadaaalion, Maddalawenski and we can't forget Olivaaaski) THEY loved it anyway, and that's all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;Not much of an entry, but an entry none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan/DAD/Grandpa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-8179251797277025817?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8179251797277025817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8179251797277025817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8179251797277025817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8179251797277025817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-turn.html' title='MY TURN'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-9033197452199891568</id><published>2010-02-24T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:49:20.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>I decided it was time to learn the i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outs&lt;/span&gt; of blogging.  So here is my first start.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the new look?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-9033197452199891568?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/9033197452199891568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=9033197452199891568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/9033197452199891568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/9033197452199891568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-3741382175540899943</id><published>2010-02-06T09:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:10:55.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been laid off for 2 weeks now.  Funny that I don't feel a great hurry to find a job. Unemployment does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I done.  My mom and sisters came and we tied 2 full size quilt and then had enough fabric for a baby quilt.  I tied the baby quilt and finished binding one of the big ones and the baby one.  It felt good to do something for someone else and not be so focused on me (These were for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humanitarian&lt;/span&gt; effort).  I cleaned a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cupboards&lt;/span&gt; that were screaming for help.  I read a book.  I have send many hours job hunting-thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt; and job services.  Mostly on line thought.  I am sure I would do better it I actually left my home.  I went to the temple, have tried to catch up on my sleep.  I have exercised at least 20 minutes everyday and read my scriptures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will count it as a tender mercy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;from the&lt;/span&gt; Lord.  Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-3741382175540899943?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/3741382175540899943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=3741382175540899943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3741382175540899943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3741382175540899943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-been-laid-off-for-2-weeks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-2881080694825571411</id><published>2010-01-31T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:43:21.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do with my life?</title><content type='html'>Being laid off is an experience in and of itself.  But when I combine it with being 52, my kids all off on their own-for the most part, grand kids, Bryan working out of town 30 plus weeks a year, I have started wondering where I fit into my own life.  What is it I want to do?  What do I really like to do? Should I try a business of my own?  Questions, Questions, and more Questions.  To bad I don't have any answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-2881080694825571411?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/2881080694825571411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=2881080694825571411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2881080694825571411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2881080694825571411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-should-i-do-with-my-life.html' title='What should I do with my life?'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8851065733532240908</id><published>2010-01-26T09:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:02:33.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/S18fHazcs6I/AAAAAAAAALk/AzkdVRA0nww/s1600-h/Susan%27s+Birthday+52.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a thanks to everyone for making my Birthday nice. Birthdays make you feel older, but it also reminds us of all the family and friends we have and how much they love us and we love them. If you need a good laugh, go to McGrath's for dinner and wear the fish hat as they sing Happy Birthday. Your youth comes back in laughter. Thanks everyone.&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/1783865820091201737-8851065733532240908?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8851065733532240908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8851065733532240908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8851065733532240908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8851065733532240908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me.'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7771058716539536554</id><published>2010-01-21T21:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:21:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up???????</title><content type='html'>I read other peoples blogs and feel so intimidated.  People have such cute back grounds and fun music and fun things to say that I just stopped doing mine.  But then I think that isn't a great thing either.  So, I guess I will try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Carly's lead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 reasons you think you should look for a new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Your son quits and goes to another company.&lt;br /&gt;2.  You get a new manager&lt;br /&gt;3.  Your new manager doesn't talk to any one.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Customers stop coming in.&lt;br /&gt;5.  When customer do come in, they have to ask who the new manager is because he hides in his office.&lt;br /&gt;6.  You have to tell the manager what to do, because he appears to not have a clue what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;7.  You get cut to part time, and lose your benefits.&lt;br /&gt;8.  You hate going to work.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Your other son quits and leaves you to the wolfs.&lt;br /&gt;10.  You get laid off because your new manager doesn't think your happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can he really do that? He DID!  But then the best is yet to come.  Please hurry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7771058716539536554?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7771058716539536554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7771058716539536554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7771058716539536554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7771058716539536554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up???????'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-6265804608730043693</id><published>2009-09-03T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:50:22.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with Ashley!</title><content type='html'>Since Ashley doesn't think she needs her own blog, I will have to keep her is mine.  For those that haven't heard, she was able to accomplish some major changes for her in school.  She was enrolled in the radiology program with Weber State with the thoughts of finishing and then going on to ultra sound.  But found out that because of her associates degree from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYUI&lt;/span&gt; in medical assisting, she qualified to go skip radiology, and go into ultra sound.  That cuts 2 years of school off.  She only has 4 semesters left.--GO GIRL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to live home this semester.  She has her job at Central &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; Clinic and only goes to class 2 days a month up to Ogden, so she decided she would just live home with us.  Bryan and I love having her home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-6265804608730043693?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/6265804608730043693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=6265804608730043693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6265804608730043693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6265804608730043693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-up-with-ashley.html' title='What&apos;s up with Ashley!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-4505008136307034895</id><published>2009-08-26T15:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:31:41.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery Lyn Pendleton</title><content type='html'>Our 7th grandchild arrived yesterday. It is so fun to be a grandma. James and Katy's new addition made it here yesterday. She is beautiful--what else would I say. She weighed in at 7 lbs. 12 oz. and 19 inches long. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374479514417592002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SpX8pKV5dsI/AAAAAAAAALI/D3zEN0JvGu8/s400/SDC10270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374479522292476354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SpX8pnraqcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/itq3NK3SdiE/s400/SDC10279.JPG" /&gt;She even has eye lashes, dark ones at that. Katy was a real tropper with it all but ended up having a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you James, Katy and Avery. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374479506270681458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SpX8or_heXI/AAAAAAAAALA/k2-eGLusE04/s400/SDC10274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-4505008136307034895?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/4505008136307034895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=4505008136307034895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4505008136307034895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4505008136307034895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/08/avery-lyn-pendleton.html' title='Avery Lyn Pendleton'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SpX8pKV5dsI/AAAAAAAAALI/D3zEN0JvGu8/s72-c/SDC10270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-85901229642663125</id><published>2009-08-26T15:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:34:32.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth paste</title><content type='html'>Crest has been my favorite toothpaste for as many years as I can remember.  I grew up on Crest and I insisted that we use crest after we were married.  Bryan never complained, but never could figure out why.  He liked other kinds also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I decided to try melaleuca tooth paste, I even wasn't sure I would want to.  James tried it and said he really liked it because it didn't leave a film on your mouth.  And he said that he liked that it didn't have sugar added to it like other tooth paste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light goes on in my head--really tooth paste has sugar added?  But then I guess that is what makes it taste so good right! I had never thought about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried it--it wasn't as bad as I thought it might--what did I except--something awful maybe--but why.  Surprise I did like it.  It doesn't have as strong a favor as I expected--I guess like crest, but my mouth does feel clean, and free from added sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  I love the toothbrushed--not only are they good brushed--they fit in my tooth brush holder.  YEA..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-85901229642663125?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/85901229642663125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=85901229642663125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/85901229642663125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/85901229642663125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/08/tooth-paste.html' title='Tooth paste'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-847805107657476515</id><published>2009-08-12T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:32:43.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I gone crazy!</title><content type='html'>I just realized it has been a very long time since I posted a blog.  Where does the time go?  It flies when you are having fun right.  We are doing that for sure.  I will have to post some pictures of the past two months so you can see all of the fun things we have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I should figure out how to do one of those polls to find out if you all think I have gone crazy.  The new products we have been trying with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Melaleuca&lt;/span&gt; are incredible.  I love to try something new everyday.  I love the way my house smells now after I am done cleaning.  It smells fresh but clean fresh not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clorox&lt;/span&gt; fresh.  My clothes smell wonderful, and my skin is so soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched my sister Lisa over the past few years.  She sells &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Stamps&lt;/span&gt; and has tried really hard to get me into the craze.  But she is really good at it and I just am not even marginal.  Lisa, I can't remember the saying you used last week when you were telling me how fun it is to sell to your friends, something about the best sale is to a friend (let me know what you said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days this world gets scary and I have to wonder what is good.  I have found something that is good and wholesome and won't damage the environment.  I really thinks that is what God wants us to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell the world that we need to start small--just changes some of the products that you are using that are harmful to the world--or your kids.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grand kids&lt;/span&gt; are even more perfect than kids and they need a safe place to live and play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway--I love these products.  I will try and write the stories along with the products as we trying these new things.  I hope that you will in some way be able to feel the same thing I am feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start another journey tomorrow.  I can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-847805107657476515?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/847805107657476515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=847805107657476515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/847805107657476515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/847805107657476515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-gone-crazy.html' title='Have I gone crazy!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-1545356839407950555</id><published>2009-06-06T00:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:02:42.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES YOU MAY ASK - Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Susan had to wait in the car for an hour longer than we had planned (Bryan's mtg. went long). Before starting our trip to Sheridan, Wyo (can you guess why?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We picked up some quick lunch (Bryan's favorite hot dog place - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Winersnitzel&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phonetic&lt;/span&gt; spelling) because of some cheap coupons for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; dogs) - just wait til later, only had to roll down the window 3 - 4 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan drove once we got past Echo Canyon (time enough to finish lunch on the fly), so Bryan could try making phone calls and type on the laptop (try it some time - going over bumps and Susan fighting the good ole Wyo. wind).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just past what are known as the 2 SISTERS (east of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Evanston&lt;/span&gt; on I-80, for those of you not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; with the area) we hear some terrible noises from the car (engine area) that you shouldn't hear, especially after spending 3K on a new transmission. After a few lurches and a puzzled look at each other Susan turned off the cruise control and since we weren't coming to a stop, we decided to venture on with a prayer in our heart that we could just make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After stopping in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rawlins&lt;/span&gt; to fill up, bathroom check &amp;amp; a few snacks (and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; still realizing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tranny&lt;/span&gt; wasn't normal) we pressed on, talking several times (when cell service was avail.) to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casper was our next spot to make an updated phone call to the hospital and check to see if Amy was improving (you can ask for the details of the scary events later). The car seemed to travel fine at the speed limit (OK maybe a little/hair over), but we felt more problems as we slowed or came to a stop light &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; Casper (more prayers Heavenward).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 2 hours to go. We're almost there, but off in the distance we (I should say Susan-we all know how she likes fireworks) begin to see a lightning show that the closer we got and the darker it became was truly amazing. I've seen dark skies before, but this one reminded me of reading about the early members of the church who were saved from the MOBS because of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt; storm, the blackness was almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erie&lt;/span&gt;. It seemed that by the time we would reach the storm it would have passed and I said to Susan that it was a good thing that we were only going to barely catch the back edge as it passed over the freeway heading northeast. Well to our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; we moved ahead and before we knew it the rain was increasing, the wipers had already gone from intermediate to highest speed possible. Our speed had slowed to about 5 mph and the headlights on high beam. Just about then the HAIL began hitting our car with the sound of breaking glass (I told Susan that I'd been in some downpours before but this one took ALL CAKES) You would have thought that we would have stopped but we didn't really know were the side of the road was &amp;amp; I could barely make out the occasional yellow center lines, so we again prayed in our hearts to please Heavenly Father watch over us. We passed a over pass with lights probably lighting the exit (we must have passed without seeing) but rather than the lights helping they practically blinded you and I almost ran into the back of a SEMI TRUCK that had come to a complete stop. Providence watching over we continued on. The hail on the freeway made it feel like you were traveling on a bumpy dirt road. Finally we began to make it through to the other end of the storm and I even could turn my wipers back down to just normal, I also could pick up the speed but not more than 30-40, when we hit several areas on the road that had water completely over the road causing us to hydroplane and fish tale several times ( yes I had even slowed back down but when the water came up over the front of the car and windshield it was still amazing we were still on the road).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e82e2422e07ba981" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De82e2422e07ba981%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331548711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25D4397CF8F0CDA90B7F5489ACDDF861384A6F4A.60C2F56CCF1726B93946435BD747797CBBBE9416%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De82e2422e07ba981%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFw7uD8-i9Sjb2ueRq3UV0q4k1NM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De82e2422e07ba981%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331548711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25D4397CF8F0CDA90B7F5489ACDDF861384A6F4A.60C2F56CCF1726B93946435BD747797CBBBE9416%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De82e2422e07ba981%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFw7uD8-i9Sjb2ueRq3UV0q4k1NM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when you think your safe, a deer or antelope (WYO you know) appears out of no where. It was dead right in the middle of the road. Rather than swerve to miss (still wet roads) I put it in the center of my tires and waited for the bump (I told Susan it was a good thing that flesh and bones are going to give under the force of a 3000 lb car).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we had made it, I was even singing to my wife(one of my favorite songs about how beautiful she is) I even played the repeat and sang it again. As I wiped tears from my cheeks and looked at her several times I noticed something approaching the right lane from the side of the road. I had since picked the speed back up to 75-80 (speed limit is 75) yes the roads were still a little wet but not bad at all, when walking right to left straight in front of us was a deer, with no time to react (I thought) and hearing Susan let out a high pitched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;, I was bracing for impact ( the problem was - this one was standing up right). Somehow I swerved to the right and God only knows how we missed. After controlling the car and easing my heart back to a acceptable rate I mentioned to the LOVE OF MY LIFE that I didn't have time to say (JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL). We thought to ourselves, that this had been quite the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheridan's lights were in our view and I even was able to time the stop lights getting to the Hospital. When the door of room 165 was opened to our wonderful daughter lying in bed and our equally wonderful son-in-law holding a precious precious new baby granddaughter, giving my ALIVE daughter a kiss on the cheek, my son a GREAT BIG HUG and then holding OLIVIA LYNEA 7 pounds 41/2 ounces 19 1/2 inches long. I finally had the answer to my question - YOU BET!!!!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347413608773765426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SjXUWGoMyTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lDpMbObR_ic/s320/Olivia+Lynae+Katschke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS Olivia for the memories. Coming into this world at 12:22 pm. I'll never forget June 5th 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1545356839407950555?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e82e2422e07ba981&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/1545356839407950555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=1545356839407950555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1545356839407950555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1545356839407950555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-you-may-ask-is-it-worth-it.html' title='SOMETIMES YOU MAY ASK - Is it worth it?'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SjXUWGoMyTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lDpMbObR_ic/s72-c/Olivia+Lynae+Katschke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5347801865938638842</id><published>2009-03-25T20:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:01:42.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/ScrvM2UKB3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n3MyEf-SmGE/s1600-h/Trip+to+Sheridan+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317325314081818482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/ScrvM2UKB3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n3MyEf-SmGE/s320/Trip+to+Sheridan+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/Scru2_fwMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/z245VRgoYak/s1600-h/Trip+to+Sheridan+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317324938589253826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/Scru2_fwMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/z245VRgoYak/s320/Trip+to+Sheridan+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell my kids that life is a journey--enjoy every minute of it. The kids even made me a sign for my wall that says "enjoy the journey"--so why is it that those 3 words are hard to do sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 5 weeks ago, I did one of those stupid things. Bryan and I were walking out of the Marriott Center after a BYU Basketball game. It was snowing and actually, it was very pretty. We had commented as we went in that the sidewalk was slick--just waiting for someone to fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you guessed it--it was me that fell. My foot just slipped out from under me. Bryan tried hard to catch me--but I almost took him down with me. It was crowed and before I knew it, 2 men from behind me had me back on my feet. Well, at least one foot. I made it back to the car. I knew I hadn't broken anything, but it really hurt. I went to work the next day--probably shouldn't have -but did. The pain got worse and so on Thursday I went to the doctor. Bryan had really wanted to take that weekend and surprise Amy and go up. So he was trying to convince me to do such. The doctor thought it was just bruised and said the trip would be OK if we got out and walked often. Didn't want blood clots. So we did. The surprise was great. We called Joe when we were about 4 hours away- it was 10:00 p.m. by then and we needed to have him leave the door open for us. When Amy and the kids got up the next morning, they were so excited. And we had a great time - other that my leg hurt and Amy didn't feel very well. The two of us sat on the Couch and laughed. Ashley did somecleanind for her and we even got Bryan to clean her fridge. We really enjoyed the trip. But by the time I got home, the pain was incredible. So back to the doctor I went. This time I went for an ultra sound. Yes, there was a blood clot. Ashley used her new talents and gave me shots in the stomach for a week and took very good care of me. Bryan was off that week and really tried hard to make me laugh. I am not a very good patient, because I am so use to helping all of them, that I don't like to just be waited on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a big thanks to Bryan and Ashley for all they did for me. It was a journey!&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/1783865820091201737-5347801865938638842?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/5347801865938638842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=5347801865938638842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5347801865938638842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5347801865938638842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-tell-my-kids-that-life-is-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/ScrvM2UKB3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n3MyEf-SmGE/s72-c/Trip+to+Sheridan+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5684509484867547787</id><published>2009-02-09T19:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:58:42.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thankful!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>If I wait for pictures to post, it takes me a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think spring is coming, it snows again.  I know that February is still considered winter, but I think it should be spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids were young, pre-teen and early teenagers, they would come home from school and tell me all the bad things that happened.  After awhile, I realized that they were becoming negative people and I didn't want that.  So, I told them that they had to come home everyday and tell me 5 things that happened at school that were good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alittle like that.  Work feels like the movie Ground Hog Day.  The same thing every day. So alot of days I come home a little grumpy.  (Sorry Jeff)  Amy reminded me of this the other day and told me that I need to start thinking of 5 things everyday that were good.  So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a job-with a great boss.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The sun did shine for a minute today and helped melt the snow.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have great kids&lt;br /&gt;4.  My grandkids always make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love living in Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to count my blessing more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-5684509484867547787?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/5684509484867547787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=5684509484867547787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5684509484867547787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5684509484867547787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-thankful.html' title='Be thankful!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-4853877893033496350</id><published>2009-02-03T21:29:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:05:21.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkb9HBxlnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UIixR2YtZ1M/s1600-h/Draper+Temple+Dedication+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298797173250561650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkb9HBxlnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UIixR2YtZ1M/s200/Draper+Temple+Dedication+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday we made our way to the Draper Temple Dedication. They don't let you take pictures from the inside and the way they escort you on to the bus from the chapel, and into the tents on the temple grounds, you never see the out side of the temple. I want to go back and see the outside of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful temple. But then they all are. The brides room didn't seem as formal and grand as some of them but it was a very nice. We had a very enjoyable afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the kids come with us. Logan loved seeing the temple and wanted to touch everything. He really like the swimming pool--baptismal font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were done, we went to Cafe Rio to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkg6-5zU9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UjBAJW0ionE/s1600-h/Draper+Temple+Dedication+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298802634268038098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkg6-5zU9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UjBAJW0ionE/s320/Draper+Temple+Dedication+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkhPiTd-JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X721v0zDPIM/s1600-h/Draper+Temple+Dedication+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298802987368315026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkhPiTd-JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X721v0zDPIM/s320/Draper+Temple+Dedication+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799693762652786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkeP0qr6nI/AAAAAAAAAI8/h8MKEVmcpms/s400/Draper+Temple+Dedication+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                             BIGGEST NEWS OF THE WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!CAN YOU GUESS.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  ASHLEY GOT HER BRACES OFF!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-4853877893033496350?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/4853877893033496350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=4853877893033496350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4853877893033496350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4853877893033496350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-we-made-our-way-to-draper.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYkb9HBxlnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UIixR2YtZ1M/s72-c/Draper+Temple+Dedication+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5202081482523060068</id><published>2009-01-26T18:44:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:48:35.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know I am slow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJohFjVKTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N8T4yUV1Kmw/s1600-h/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296911029376461106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJohFjVKTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N8T4yUV1Kmw/s200/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is amazing how fast time flies, and stands still at the same time. Here it is January 26, months since I have posted--it feels like a long time and yet if feels like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was spent in Sheridan. What fun we had. From Thanksgiving Dinner to Shopping. We played until we couldn't play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and went. We missed Amy and Joe and the Kids. They stayed in Sheridan and enjoyed a quite Christmas. We were bless to have Ashley, James, Katy, Jeff, Carly, Logan, and Savannah for Christmas. It snowed and snowed and snowed. We ate and played games and watched movies for 3 days. We enjoyed every minute. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJcFfZ_qFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y78jxCFQdZ0/s1600-h/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296897361140754514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJcFfZ_qFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y78jxCFQdZ0/s200/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJcYQzO1VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Jm5B8VtqCG4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296897683637589330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJcYQzO1VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Jm5B8VtqCG4/s200/Christmas+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't want Ashley to say she was the only one in the family that didn't have golf clubs anymore.  Santa helped out in that department.  To bad she can't use them for several more months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296907939824357666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJltQEtUSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2STX1WXfzik/s200/Christmas+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then we moved on to the new year. 2009 Crazy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bryan celebrated his aging before I did.  We like him to know that I am the younger of the two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then I had a interview for my temple recommend and the counselor asked me if I was Bryan's mother.  I can only hope he meant Jeff or James and not really Bryan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley wanted to surprise me and make me feel special for my birthday, so she scheduled an appointment for a make-up make over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296894353499511186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJZWbEcWZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KAKBOXwQeTo/s320/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal that did it was very nice and she seemed to know alot. But when she told me that I didn't have any eye-brows and the I really needed to paint me some on, I had to wonder--It was alot of fun even though I had to wash my face 3 times that night. She said that I had so many red spots that she had to really coat my face with make-up. Maybe when she is 51 she will understand. Ashley came home and took half of hers off as well. Thanks Ashley for making feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went out for dinner. We went to Magleby's for dinner. It is always fun to have a night out with the kids. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJmpWwJNcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MW0qc97rsYI/s1600-h/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296908972409304514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJmpWwJNcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MW0qc97rsYI/s200/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296909543378570610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJnKlx0zXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vDJwnUyOOF0/s200/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah is into food. She loves everything she gets her hands on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-5202081482523060068?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/5202081482523060068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=5202081482523060068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5202081482523060068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5202081482523060068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-know-i-am-slow.html' title='Yes, I know I am slow!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SYJohFjVKTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N8T4yUV1Kmw/s72-c/Christmas+09+and+Birthday%27s+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-2979142626223820739</id><published>2008-11-02T20:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:36:45.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall clean up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5wr43jGpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n-4dw8xZKR0/s1600-h/fall+clean+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264268913744747154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5wr43jGpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n-4dw8xZKR0/s200/fall+clean+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5wUK74-qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tO5OZO6FGxk/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264268506277935778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5wUK74-qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tO5OZO6FGxk/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We gather the family together for a family activity. We spent a couple of hours helping mom and dad in their yard. We got a lot accomplished and has some fun too. We ended with food as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5w9FaO5UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cs-d3-qoZe8/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264269209169225026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5w9FaO5UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cs-d3-qoZe8/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me out Chelsey with more pictures--I have lost the rest I took!&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/1783865820091201737-2979142626223820739?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/2979142626223820739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=2979142626223820739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2979142626223820739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/2979142626223820739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-clean-up.html' title='Fall clean up!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5wr43jGpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n-4dw8xZKR0/s72-c/fall+clean+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-905705085711703762</id><published>2008-11-02T18:23:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:30:58.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what turing 50 does to you, either it brings out the old age or you try to recapture your youth. With the following picture, I guess you can decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5YPirdATI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pfIvM_8LTUU/s1600-h/DSCF0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242038473031986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5YPirdATI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pfIvM_8LTUU/s200/DSCF0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5gapYENtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jaqLEUL06e4/s1600-h/DSCF0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264251025342346962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5gapYENtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jaqLEUL06e4/s200/DSCF0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242512194163378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5YrHbX0rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-VZfGjVdmwI/s200/DSCF0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our ward has an annual trunk or treat. Every years Bryan want to go and dress up. I resist and get out of it. So this year, we went to the store to get a little treat to send to the grandkids and he wanted to buy a costume. I finally gave in and bought a wig--then I added from there. Bryan wanted a blow up kind and he thought Logan would like the horse--(Logan didn't like the horse). I caved and we had a great time trying the wig on the whole family. Logan looked the cutest. So he wasn't afraid of the wig, but the horse well--maybe he will warm up to it next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan and Savannah were by far the cutest Halloween kids we saw--but there were three in Sheridan, Wy that were just as cute I am sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5ba79jEdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/u_ZItfNFVwc/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264245532773257682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5ba79jEdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/u_ZItfNFVwc/s200/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5hEly5vkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/O4Zb2CeuJ3I/s1600-h/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264251745935670850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5hEly5vkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/O4Zb2CeuJ3I/s200/DSCF0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246299207094466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQ5cHjJnUMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/a5kEFQP_rV0/s200/DSCF0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for youth--life would be really boring? 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Logan and I got bored so we desided to play with his play dough.  I tended for Carly 2 days earlier and Logan &amp;amp; I had a great time making his animals out of play dough. Boy it's fun being a GRANDPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFGtCtXV8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-DJUkeqAY_s/s1600-h/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260563579380651970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFGtCtXV8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-DJUkeqAY_s/s200/DSCF0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the picture doesn't have audio, but you'll just have to trust me on this one (Savannah is giggling for Grandpa (don't pay attention to the hand on the left side of the picture - me tickling her). They said I couldn't get her to laugh. Nee Ner Nee Ner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFyaBHD7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ibs0KAZQSAU/s1600-h/DSCF0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260562572025204658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFyaBHD7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ibs0KAZQSAU/s200/DSCF0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1783865820091201737-723139922320106051?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/723139922320106051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=723139922320106051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/723139922320106051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/723139922320106051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/10/grandkids-are-great.html' title='Grandkids are GREAT'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFGtCtXV8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-DJUkeqAY_s/s72-c/DSCF0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-3499493626537108775</id><published>2008-10-21T20:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:47:42.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graditude!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFU32lWII/AAAAAAAAAFI/QCfRF829w94/s1600-h/DSCF0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260562064638040194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFU32lWII/AAAAAAAAAFI/QCfRF829w94/s200/DSCF0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFNE4h_GI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jglH6n-42Oc/s1600-h/DSCF0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561930696916066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFNE4h_GI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jglH6n-42Oc/s200/DSCF0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFGTX4nPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HWhsEYNTcUw/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561814327434482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFGTX4nPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HWhsEYNTcUw/s200/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFEUCIScSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/f3uQOrj8OgY/s1600-h/DSCF0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFDlJixXDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0bLrgC_RtSQ/s1600-h/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFDa750_7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/VuBkD9tUnwQ/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260559969781350322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFDa750_7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/VuBkD9tUnwQ/s200/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing to see the world in the fall. I love living up here when the leaves start to change colors, but this year is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;. The colors have lasted so long. As I come home from work, I count my blessing of how much the Lord has giving me. But this morning as I left, the sun was just coming up, and the sky was a little cloudy, but all was incredible. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1783865820091201737-3499493626537108775?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/3499493626537108775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=3499493626537108775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3499493626537108775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3499493626537108775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/10/graditude.html' title='Graditude!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SQFFU32lWII/AAAAAAAAAFI/QCfRF829w94/s72-c/DSCF0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-1589242180242534768</id><published>2008-10-15T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:03:13.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary program 2nd year running!</title><content type='html'>Arrive at the chapel 1 hour early to make sure everything is ready for the practice on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the chairs for the little children.&lt;br /&gt;Find out the the microphone for the pulpit doesn't work--no one knows why.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress--we can use hand mikes.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find hand mikes.&lt;br /&gt;10:00 time to start.&lt;br /&gt;2 children there ready to start.&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later 35 of 80 in attendance- OK for a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;None of the children have their parts ready.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, move on to music.&lt;br /&gt;Half way into practice power goes out.&lt;br /&gt;Call Bryan and tell him to hurry with the donuts.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan says sorry, but I am stuck in the accident that made the power go out.  I will hurry.&lt;br /&gt;End practice --no light, no sound, no donuts.&lt;br /&gt;Play Simon says in dark kitchen until Bryan gets there with donuts.&lt;br /&gt;Should I cry yet?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning--children arrive--most on time!&lt;br /&gt;Parts and music were prepared--SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;Look out into the audience and watch parents cry as children sing "If the Savior stood beside me"  PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1589242180242534768?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/1589242180242534768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=1589242180242534768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1589242180242534768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1589242180242534768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/10/primary-program-2nd-year-running.html' title='Primary program 2nd year running!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-6807734185685600413</id><published>2008-10-14T21:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:55:02.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting for Quail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPVop-PbPeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0mFjxNCQ39c/s1600-h/quail+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257223210316545506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPVop-PbPeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0mFjxNCQ39c/s200/quail+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPVoqOj4u-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NWRvrgfjQz0/s1600-h/Quail+Hunt+10-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257223214697331682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPVoqOj4u-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NWRvrgfjQz0/s200/Quail+Hunt+10-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPVoqCARzLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QYDi6Tx_6pg/s1600-h/Quailhun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257223211326753970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPVoqCARzLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QYDi6Tx_6pg/s200/Quailhun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that many people don't believe in hunting (killing animals), but since I was raised on hunting &amp;amp; fishing and learned to actually enjoy eating the food supply it gave our family I am OK with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I took the opportunity to spend some time with my older brother and others (Dad was supposed to join us - backed out at the last minute) on a quail hunting trip to the deserts of Arizona (Kingman area). This happened to be the same area we had been a year earlier (with all the brothers &amp;amp; Dad), only this time the success was much improved. We laughed upon returning last year that we had just enjoyed a wonderful camping trip, but this trip was different. The hunt opended on Fri but I didn't join the hunting party until late Fri night (around midnight). Saturday morning we woke to rain, but luckily it passed after the morning hours and the hunting for the next 2 days was great (96 total for 3 days hunting - 5 hunters) not bad huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever want a great dutch oven meal, try quail wrapped in bacon with a bunch of veggies on the side mmmmmmm good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-6807734185685600413?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/6807734185685600413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=6807734185685600413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6807734185685600413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/6807734185685600413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunting-for-quail.html' title='Hunting for Quail'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPVop-PbPeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0mFjxNCQ39c/s72-c/quail+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-3085754224558798896</id><published>2008-10-14T07:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:45:46.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's at Grandma and Grandpa's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPShO6ZS3mI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZZsWGaQu1xw/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003942613802594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPShO6ZS3mI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZZsWGaQu1xw/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPShDJdIUeI/AAAAAAAAADo/h4lJJeuNElE/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003740497990114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPShDJdIUeI/AAAAAAAAADo/h4lJJeuNElE/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSg2uP4PqI/AAAAAAAAADg/yBNOXc64LR8/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003527036223138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSg2uP4PqI/AAAAAAAAADg/yBNOXc64LR8/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPShvgD1VVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6WexkCcdKOw/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257004502480147794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPShvgD1VVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6WexkCcdKOw/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tt is so much fun to have the kids come for Sunday dinner. Logan is the entertainment. The only thing that could be better is to have Amy and her family and Ashley home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savannah is getting so big and she is learning to giggle and she has found her voice. That is one of my most favorite times in a baby's life, but then their are many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257004831418901362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSiCpc8Y3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/GoNd0I0l75w/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really don't know what I would do without my family.  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title='Sunday&apos;s at Grandma and Grandpa&apos;s'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPShO6ZS3mI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZZsWGaQu1xw/s72-c/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5974237430357736200</id><published>2008-10-14T07:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:35:22.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I haven't fall off the earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSgEG1bNkI/AAAAAAAAADY/2pI5D0GnOd0/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257002657462826562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSgEG1bNkI/AAAAAAAAADY/2pI5D0GnOd0/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSd2LxF8KI/AAAAAAAAADI/VdDkFxfXg-U/s1600-h/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257000219245408418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSd2LxF8KI/AAAAAAAAADI/VdDkFxfXg-U/s200/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize that it have been so long since I made a post. Time flies when you are having fun as the saying goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided that I need to do the picture taking and not leave it to the kids, because I don't have any fun pictures to add when I want them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan and I took trip back to meet James and Katy in Nauvoo, and went to the temple so Katy could receive her endownments and it was wonderful. It was a fast trip, but we have a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was wonderful, and a perfect weather day. The dress even turned out great--at least Katy said was was. I hope it was everything she wanted. Check out their blog for pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan and I are back to empty nesting. Ashley is back at BYU Idaho for another semester. We do miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James and Katy are in Orem, as are Jeff and Carly. And since I work with them every day, I still get to see them often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those that haven't heard, Jeff is my new boss. He has recently been made the manager in the Orem office. People ask me if I will like having him tell me what to do, I say that isn't any different than it has been for many years. Really, we get alone great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-5974237430357736200?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/5974237430357736200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=5974237430357736200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5974237430357736200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5974237430357736200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-i-havent-fall-off-earth.html' title='No, I haven&apos;t fall off the earth.'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SPSgEG1bNkI/AAAAAAAAADY/2pI5D0GnOd0/s72-c/Nauvoo+picture+and+sunday+at+home+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7787199811859169925</id><published>2008-07-20T19:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:07:31.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Evening</title><content type='html'>James finally made it into town but because he missed his flight we didn't get to have family Sunday dinner together. Oh-well, we get to see him after his mtgs (and golf together on tuesday - you know the important stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good week this past week. Ashley's birthday started things off (dinner celebration @ Brick Oven, then Footloose the Musical @ the Scera outdoor theater)(pictures to follow). Can you believe she's 20. She is (you know what they say - Daddy's Little Girl). We love all of you kids and when birthdays come around Mom &amp;amp; I still count our BLESSINGS for the wonderful children we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin (from work)got back from his vacation on wednesday so the week was not as bad as the previous (only put in 50 hrs vs 60 the week before). Our store is having another record month. Maybe a good profit sharing year, hope soooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy's biggest loser contest has been fun. Mom &amp;amp; I enjoy going to our pool and working out most evenings. Mom says it's not fair because I'm losing more weight than she is, but it's good for us to be working on our overall health (thanks Amy for your inspiration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to have family in town for the 24th celebration. stay tune for great pictures on next week's update.  Well I've been at this as long as is normal for me, so I'll sign off for now. We love you all and pray daily for the best things in life to be a part of your earthly probation (challenges yes, but the faith to endure to the end).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7787199811859169925?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7787199811859169925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7787199811859169925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7787199811859169925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7787199811859169925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-evening.html' title='Sunday Evening'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-9106189941389977182</id><published>2008-07-06T19:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:28:17.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families make us laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF4ev97HfI/AAAAAAAAACc/25WFNqU6mQs/s1600-h/Bryan%27s+Camera+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220085912766717426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF4ev97HfI/AAAAAAAAACc/25WFNqU6mQs/s200/Bryan%27s+Camera+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF4NWLquCI/AAAAAAAAACU/eSHbeJHtTv0/s1600-h/Bryan%27s+Camera+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220085613787265058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF4NWLquCI/AAAAAAAAACU/eSHbeJHtTv0/s200/Bryan%27s+Camera+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan and I can't think of anything that makes us laugh more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being with our children and grandchildren. When they talk about joy in your posterity I understand what they mean. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF231giLJI/AAAAAAAAACM/QVeOfN7HqSU/s1600-h/Bryan%27s+Camera+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220084144727534738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF231giLJI/AAAAAAAAACM/QVeOfN7HqSU/s200/Bryan%27s+Camera+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67b8f3d97944e3a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=67b8f3d97944e3a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/9106189941389977182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=9106189941389977182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/9106189941389977182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/9106189941389977182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/07/families-make-us-laugh.html' title='Families make us laugh!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF4ev97HfI/AAAAAAAAACc/25WFNqU6mQs/s72-c/Bryan%27s+Camera+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-4542767407078384512</id><published>2008-07-06T19:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:28:18.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ballgame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF0TATva-I/AAAAAAAAACE/wLXmPGjNjMQ/s1600-h/Bryan%27s+Camera+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220081312948251618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF0TATva-I/AAAAAAAAACE/wLXmPGjNjMQ/s200/Bryan%27s+Camera+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF0BKhGspI/AAAAAAAAAB8/drIS4c74jCY/s1600-h/Bryan%27s+Camera+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220081006451012242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF0BKhGspI/AAAAAAAAAB8/drIS4c74jCY/s200/Bryan%27s+Camera+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan wanted to help take pictures and Grandpa said cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFzfUw4SJI/AAAAAAAAABw/J-Oj9cBPr-U/s1600-h/Bryan%27s+Camera+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220080425085978770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFzfUw4SJI/AAAAAAAAABw/J-Oj9cBPr-U/s200/Bryan%27s+Camera+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first were married, Bryan loved baseball and I can't say that I had been to a game other than maybe a Young Men, Young Women activity. So I felt like Katy did on her post the other day. Sitting through a long baseball game was not my idea of fun. Bryan found a way to still get to go to the ball park several times a week without me upset with him. He started to umpire and get paid for going to the ball park. We began following him all over the state to watch him umpire. Then the kids started to play and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Ashley said she wanted to go to a baseball game this summer, it didn't really suprise me. We also like fireworks and have found that is a great place to spend some holiday fun. So on thursday the 3rd of July Bryan, Ashley, Logan and myself set out to spend the evening at the ballgame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The owlz lost 7-1 but Logan learned what an owl says and how to sing Take me out to the Ball Game. We start them early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan loved it. He sat through 9 innings of baseball loving everything except the owl. &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/1783865820091201737-4542767407078384512?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/4542767407078384512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=4542767407078384512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4542767407078384512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4542767407078384512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ballgame'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHF0TATva-I/AAAAAAAAACE/wLXmPGjNjMQ/s72-c/Bryan%27s+Camera+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-4328107514415274293</id><published>2008-07-06T18:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:28:18.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFviuO1ZrI/AAAAAAAAABo/bPsiy0vsrlA/s1600-h/family+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220076085415601842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFviuO1ZrI/AAAAAAAAABo/bPsiy0vsrlA/s320/family+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There just some things that I really love about living in the mountains. I love the spring and the fall and how cool it stays in the day--90 instead of 100. I love the paths to go walking that make me feel like I am way up in the mountain and I'm really 10 minutes from town. And I love that I can look out side my window at 12:30 Sunday afternoon and see a deer eating my roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-4328107514415274293?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/4328107514415274293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=4328107514415274293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4328107514415274293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/4328107514415274293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFviuO1ZrI/AAAAAAAAABo/bPsiy0vsrlA/s72-c/family+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8983575076651313863</id><published>2008-06-25T11:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:28:18.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFckaQA4SI/AAAAAAAAABg/_YSPHr5Ozhc/s1600-h/family+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220055223690649890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFckaQA4SI/AAAAAAAAABg/_YSPHr5Ozhc/s320/family+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the hospital last night to see our new baby. She is darling. How else could she be?&lt;br /&gt;She has a lot of hair and it even curls on top. Mother and daughter are doing well. Jeff seems to be holding it together even though it was a girl. They changed the name a little. It will be Savannah Ruth after Carly. She looks like she is going to have blue eyes. But we will see. Logan has brown eyes. Logan isn't sure about her, but he doesn't seem to be bother by her yet. They are coming home today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-8983575076651313863?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8983575076651313863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8983575076651313863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8983575076651313863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8983575076651313863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-baby.html' title='New Baby'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SHFckaQA4SI/AAAAAAAAABg/_YSPHr5Ozhc/s72-c/family+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-3788711260702216227</id><published>2008-06-24T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:05:06.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes by fast!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I have been so bad--two months since I have put a post on this blog. I keep wanting to add pictures and I am never home to add them. This summer has proved to be different than I had thought it would. Ashley decided to spend the summer home instead of leaving for the summer. That helps to make a little more noise in the house. Not much, but she laughs at us once in a while.  Jeff and Carly and Logan moved in for a few weeks while they waited for their new house to be vacant.  I don't know if they enjoyed it, but we did.  And Logan loves the golf course. Every night it was papa play golf.  And what Grandpa could tell his grandson no to golfing. Our neigbor gave him a little club just his size and he thought it was great. Jeff and Carly got moved into their house last Wednesday and today we were blessed with a new baby girl.  Savannah Lynn Pendleton.  Weighing in at 9 lbs. 6 ozs. and 21.5 inches long. She was a big girl. I am so excited to see her. That brings us to 5 grandchildren. Crazy, but a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph received a new calling in his ward on Sunday. He was sustained as 2nd Counselor in the Bishopric. I guess maybe I should say Amy, Joe and the kids have a new calling. I know that proud isn't the right word, but at the same time, I couldn't be more pleased and honored to call them all my family. They are doing the right things and are receiving great blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James found his sweetheart to spend eternity with this spring. Her name is Katy Gush and she is a sweet heard. They will be married in the Salt Lake Temple on September 5th. Katy, we are happy to have you join the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Bryan and I that thought we were going to be empty nesters, summer has proved to be a little more exciting. We plug along with the daily grind and enjoy the evenings with our kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-3788711260702216227?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/3788711260702216227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=3788711260702216227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3788711260702216227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3788711260702216227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-goes-by-fast.html' title='Life goes by fast!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-3131950373948209317</id><published>2008-04-23T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:16:37.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Color in my life!</title><content type='html'>For those of you that know me, I have a hard time making a change, mostly because I have a hard time making a decision.  So when we moved last November, my kids were excited because they said I could start decorating.  When you rent, it is hard to get excited about decorating.  The house had recently been painted, which is one thing we really liked.  But the entire house was white.  At different times, all of my kids expressed interest in helping me paint.  Lets add color they all said.   I said give me time, I will I just don't know what I want to do.  So, when James and Katie called me and said we want to paint your kitchen this week,  I caved.  I have been waiting to put a picture on  and haven't so I decided to write and put a picture on later.   They all love it!  I told them I had to get use to it.  James said he would repaint it in the fall if I still didn't like it.  But the good news is I really like it.  It is better all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-3131950373948209317?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/3131950373948209317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=3131950373948209317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3131950373948209317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/3131950373948209317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/04/color-in-my-life.html' title='Color in my life!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-1670333788634165523</id><published>2008-04-16T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:57:06.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 50!</title><content type='html'>All of you know that Bryan and I turned 50 this year.  It is a hard realization that you have been around for half a century.   I don't think that I have another 50 years to get in all the fun stuff of life.  So, I have decided to try to come out of my comfort zone.  Stand by to see the changes in my life over the next 12 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-1670333788634165523?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/1670333788634165523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=1670333788634165523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1670333788634165523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/1670333788634165523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/04/turning-50.html' title='Turning 50!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8440826108888959272</id><published>2008-04-08T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:28:19.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home safe and sound!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wtbqFse-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/guQYbVO83Fg/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187070824001862626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wtbqFse-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/guQYbVO83Fg/s200/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wwI6FsfBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eXocEc-Sviw/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187073800414198802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wwI6FsfBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eXocEc-Sviw/s200/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wtbqFse_I/AAAAAAAAABA/ugILeAArszY/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187070824001862642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wtbqFse_I/AAAAAAAAABA/ugILeAArszY/s200/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wtb6FsfAI/AAAAAAAAABI/lnLgzFUnNXM/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187070828296829954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wtb6FsfAI/AAAAAAAAABI/lnLgzFUnNXM/s200/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend with the kids was a lot of fun. They have each grown up so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor loves lions. He says he likes lions because they are the king of the jungle. He is a great reader and he loves school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma is still the drama queen. They built a house (hut is not a good enough word for Emma) and she had to decorate it. Yes, pictures, curtains, and plants to make her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi is a fighter. She has to hold her own in that house. She is one smart cookie. She talks up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed spending a few days with the kids without their parents. T hank you Amy and Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe fit me with new contacts-I can now see a book when I am reading. It was so fun to see him at work and especially with a State of Wyoming License on the wall. Good Job Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is a wonderful mother and homemaker. She still amazes me in all she does. Not by any surprise she had food in the fridge and the house clean. She has made many friends and is making a beautiful home for her family. Amy you are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight home was uneventful. Thank goodness. It is always nice to be home-but I do miss them already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-8440826108888959272?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8440826108888959272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8440826108888959272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8440826108888959272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8440826108888959272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-safe-and-sound.html' title='Home safe and sound!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R_wtbqFse-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/guQYbVO83Fg/s72-c/Picture+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7832235245421250221</id><published>2008-04-05T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:12:58.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures!  Enjoy the journey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was really excited about having a few days off to visit Sheridan and tend the kids so Amy and Joe could have a few days away.  But when I left work early on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, I wondered where the knot in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; was coming from.  James was kind enough to drop me off at the airport at about 4:30 and my 21 hour adventure to get to Sheridan began.   (Yes, it takes 9 hours to drive it)  James dropped me off at the sky cap thinking that would be the fastest way to get through.  I was surprised to learn that if you have a paper ticket, you can not use the sky cap or the express lines down stairs.  You have to see a real person.  So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt; in line to see the real person.  She took my ticket and explained the the plane was a little delayed.  But I should still make it to Denver with 15-20 minutes to spare.  (I had an hour originally)  I started to the gate with plenty of time to spare.  I made it through security without problems and down to the gate.  I was only at the gate a few minutes when they announced that my plane would delayed about an hour.  That meant that I wouldn't make my connection in Denver.  I got in the long line to check other options, when the announcement was made that the Plane hadn't left Denver yet and the delay would be about 1 1/2 hours.  When I got to the head of the line, I explained my problem to the nice lady and she checked to see if there was another airline that had a plane that would make the connection.  She found one on Frontier and made the change I thought.   I took my paper work and headed to the A terminal (I was in the B terminal).   When I got there I stood at the from desk waiting for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attendant&lt;/span&gt; to come.   When he got there, he told me that United had not booked the flight like they told me, but that he could take care of it.  He only had one problem.  United had not given me back the correct paper work and that I would have to go through security again.  He called a security officer to come.  I was not aware that they were checking to make sure I had not somehow got through without going through the correct check points.  (I don't think I am smart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to know how to do that).    Thus, I was checked or as the security guard put it, I have to frisk you, so spread your arms and legs.  They even checked the front of my bra to make sure there wasn't something there.  They didn't just use the wand--I had a pat down.   After I passed that, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to go through my purse, even checking my wallet looking at my credit cards and other id in my wallet and then they emptied my suit case--yes they took everything out.   They commented on how nice and neat I had packed and they were sorry the mess it up so much.    No surprise to me, I pass the security check.   By then most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;passenger's&lt;/span&gt; had already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;boarded&lt;/span&gt; and I was one of the last to get on the plane.   As I showed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boarding&lt;/span&gt; pass--yes-- again he told me that I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;boarded&lt;/span&gt; because the security person had not signed it correctly.   They had to call security back to sign my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boarding&lt;/span&gt; pass.  I finally made it on the plane and even on the front row.  But did we take off on time--heavens no--for some reason we sat on the run way for a time and waited.  I kept looking at my watch and thinking there is no way that we are going to make it.  I just kept hoping that we could make up some time in the air- or the other plane would also be delayed.   We not only didn't make up time in the air, we had bad weather and were slowed down.  We landed at 8:22--the time my connection was to take off.  Are there miracles--not for me that day.  As they started to open the doors to get off--you got it, the power went off and the doors wouldn't open.  It wasn't off long and I was one of the first people off the plane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had asked in advance if they could tell me what gate I needed to go to and no one could.  After asking 3 people at the airport, where Great Lakes Airlines was, one person pointed down the hall way.  We landed on gate 23 and I had to run to gate 63.  In Denver--that is a long way.  I started to run--we all know that I don't run very fast-and I had my suitcase.  I ran as fast as I could only to see the plane leaving as I got to the gate.  I wanted to cry.   Here I was in Denver and the next plane to Sheridan was the next day at 11:00 a.m.   Amy and Joe were to leave Billings the next day at 11:30.  I didn't have many options.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I left Salt Lake, United Airlines had told me that if I didn't make my connection, they would put me up in a hotel on them.  I didn't want to do that, but I didn't know what else to do.  So, after calling Amy, I proceeded to find that United Airlines Customer Service.  You should have seen the line.  I wasn't the only one that had missed a connection.  The first person I talked to asked me my name and he looked at his list--I could tell by the look on his face, that there was a problem.   I said let me guess-I am not on that list.  He said oh, you are on the list, but you are a no show, so there isn't anything we can do.  Then I wanted to cry--but to your surprise I didn't.  I stood in that long line and talked to a very nice lady.  She checked the computer and saw that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;'s fault that I missed my connection and gave me the voucher for a hotel and breakfast .  But, the hotel that they usually used was booked up and they had to bus us 30 miles away.   So I finally made it to the motel at 10:45 that night.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; spent.  It was a very nice hotel and that helped.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't sleep very well, I kept dreaming that I was missing another plane and couldn't get to the kids-go figure.   The shuttle to the airport only left once an hour, so I took the 8:00 shuttle because I wanted to make sure I was there in time.   I was all checked in and through security by 9:00.  I had 2 hours to wait.   I got me some breakfast and went to the gate to wait.  At 10:30, the airline paged me and said I hadn't checked in for the flight--but yes I had.   So I went to the gate and that had me down twice--I guess 2 seats are better than one.   I asked if the plane was on time and they said yes.  I thought maybe I am going to make it.   Amy had left the kids with a neighbor and I was to call the neighbor when I boarded the plane so she could come and pick me up.   I called her as the announcement came on the intercom that the plane to Sheridan, WY would be delayed.   I couldn't believe it or maybe I did.   Was going to Sheridan to tend the kids really in the plans?  That plane was delayed for 40 minutes and finally I arrived in Sheridan at 1:30 Friday afternoon.     Should I be nervous about going home?  I might add that my plane to Sheridan was a small plane--20 seats.  The captain helped board us.  We only had 8 on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1783865820091201737-7832235245421250221?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7832235245421250221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7832235245421250221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7832235245421250221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7832235245421250221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/04/adventures-enjoy-journey.html' title='Adventures!  Enjoy the journey!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7628755782017847037</id><published>2008-03-31T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:57:37.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The grandkids!</title><content type='html'>When we are young and have little children, all we seem to talk about are the children. When you get old, all we talk about is the grandkids. There is one little difference - when they are our children, the silly things they do, seem big and we have to teach them something all the time. When we talk about the grandkids, the silly things the grandkids do are just that silly, and they don't seem to be so important. In fact, they make our lives more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan spent the night with us a few weeks ago. In the middle of the night when he was crying because he wanted to sleep with papa along with his pillow, bear and blanket, it was cute and I put him in bed with papa. When he went back home and wanted to sleep in bed with his parents, along with his bear, pillow and blanket, Jeff and Carly didn't think he was very cute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Madelyn wet her pants, her parents told her they couldn't by her a baby they had promised her if she stayed dry, and she said it is ok, I will call grandpa and he will buy me one.  We laughted and thought she was cute. Her parents didn't see it though the same glasses. Age brings new things to all of us. But the best is to see children they way we should see them - One of the greatest creations on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7628755782017847037?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7628755782017847037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7628755782017847037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7628755782017847037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7628755782017847037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/03/grandkids.html' title='The grandkids!'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-7016530603320749814</id><published>2008-03-31T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:00:22.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is spring really coming?</title><content type='html'>Last week gave us hope that spring was on its way. The sun up in the morning and the snow melting. I was so excited to see the golfers out playing. And then much to my dismay, I woke up sunday morning to another blanket of snow on the ground. It is funny how just a little sun in the morning make the day seem much brighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-7016530603320749814?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/7016530603320749814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=7016530603320749814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7016530603320749814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/7016530603320749814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-spring-really-coming.html' title='Is spring really coming?'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-8083012379748634765</id><published>2008-02-19T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:28:20.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R8JFsQOiW_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/KxO7ZlvSh5Q/s1600-h/DSCF0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170771948747250674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R8JFsQOiW_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/KxO7ZlvSh5Q/s200/DSCF0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R8JFbwOiW-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/k550-1jfzmA/s1600-h/DSCF0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170771665279409122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R8JFbwOiW-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/k550-1jfzmA/s200/DSCF0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it has been 3 months since Bryan started this blog and we haven't updated it since. Maybe that is because we have moved into our new place, had Thanksgiving and Christmas and more snow than we know what to do with. I remember snow storms from my youth, but it has been a long time since we have had storms with 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inches&lt;/span&gt; of snow. The other night when I came home to more snow, I said to Bryan "remind me why I wanted to live up here" but then I think about the other season, spring and summer are my favorite. And then there is summer, who can resist the sun and the swimming pool. That is why I moved here. I do hope spring is really coming.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170770007422032850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R8JD7QOiW9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X9vPRjuLYH4/s320/DSCF0099.JPG" border="0" /&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/1783865820091201737-8083012379748634765?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/8083012379748634765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=8083012379748634765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8083012379748634765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/8083012379748634765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-months-later.html' title='Three months later'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/R8JFsQOiW_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/KxO7ZlvSh5Q/s72-c/DSCF0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783865820091201737.post-5872445343633893433</id><published>2007-11-10T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:11:34.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Were Moving - Twin Home vs Condo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The LOWS and HIGHS of life. After finding out on Monday that our loan through our 1st attempt lender had failed, saddness and wonder set in.  We decided to keep the faith and attend the Temple for inspiration and direction.  On Thursday we gave our loan package to a friend and by Friday evening, we had been approved.  The Lord truly does love us, not because we got approved, but because we felt His peaceful presence through the entire process and knew that things would work out. We give our thanks to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1783865820091201737-5872445343633893433?l=bryan-susan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/feeds/5872445343633893433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1783865820091201737&amp;postID=5872445343633893433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5872445343633893433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1783865820091201737/posts/default/5872445343633893433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-susan.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-moving-twin-home-vs-condo.html' title='Were Moving - Twin Home vs Condo'/><author><name>Bryan and Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668282107289766719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrXopYFav8g/SZEE9nWSazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1aM7FWkcsCk/S220/cruise+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
