<?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-6104927834973678825</id><updated>2011-11-27T12:05:05.602-08:00</updated><category term='Kate off to College.'/><category term='Boating'/><title type='text'>Pictures &amp; Prose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6392070276603970250</id><published>2011-11-08T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:09:24.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience and Fortitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love libraries. I am sure that this is related to my love of books and reading. But even beyond that, I feel calm and happy when I am in a library, whether I am reading or not. When we moved Kate to BYU, it was the first time that I had spent any time in the newly renovated/expanded Harold B Lee Library. I was in heaven. I told Kate, "Don't be alarmed if you walk into the library one morning and see your mother "hanging out." She just shook her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I enjoyed the fact that our hotel in NYC was only a couple of blocks away from the library. I walked past it several times each day as I set out on new explorations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPVz_tIyUqg/TrlA1m2XuoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/58vLEaPPpFU/s1600/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672636495355689602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPVz_tIyUqg/TrlA1m2XuoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/58vLEaPPpFU/s400/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first time I walked by, I stopped abruptly. Right in front of the library are the lions "Patience" and "Fortitude!" Their cousins, also named "Patience" and "Fortitude," along with "Honor" and "Integrity," guard the Utah State Capitol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0HjRjl1s0w/TrlAp3PXsjI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4wZtVlO3KB8/s1600/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672636293597082162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0HjRjl1s0w/TrlAp3PXsjI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4wZtVlO3KB8/s400/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a great deal of fondness for these guardians of virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-6392070276603970250?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6392070276603970250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6392070276603970250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6392070276603970250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6392070276603970250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/11/patience-and-fortitude.html' title='Patience and Fortitude'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPVz_tIyUqg/TrlA1m2XuoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/58vLEaPPpFU/s72-c/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5112761512976636465</id><published>2011-11-06T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:35:09.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September Travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't usually plan a month filled with continual travel, but September ended up being exactly that. Each trip was very delightful, but I admit that I was ready when October was a month of staying home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the end of August/first of September we took a girl's trip to Lake Powell. With Bryce too, of course. Me, Bryce, Caroline and friends--Lexi and Allison, and Jacque with her friend Coreen. We had a very fun time with these energetic and beautiful girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPOXjCSdNdE/Trb6GqNnlEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/51ZKPEDzDMo/s1600/Lake%2BPowell%2BAug.%2B2011%2B337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671995773037286466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPOXjCSdNdE/Trb6GqNnlEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/51ZKPEDzDMo/s400/Lake%2BPowell%2BAug.%2B2011%2B337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Rainbow Bridge is becoming a regular event on our Lake Powell agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbpeWYUjy1c/Trb5yh7CyfI/AAAAAAAAAjE/tBLc4yqmF04/s1600/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B337.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next we went to Austin, Texas with Mark &amp;amp; Laura and Norm &amp;amp; Doug to watch the Cougars play football. Austin is a beautiful city and we enjoyed spending a few days exploring it. Clinton, Melissa and Hazel also went with us to stay with and visit Matt and Andrea. Traveling with a baby is a fun experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpGkmCT33zQ/Trb5nftjnsI/AAAAAAAAAi4/G2pFOUUBqdw/s1600/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671995237642510018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpGkmCT33zQ/Trb5nftjnsI/AAAAAAAAAi4/G2pFOUUBqdw/s400/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful Austin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After sending them on a wild-goose chase throughout the city, we were able to have dinner with Kelsey &amp;amp; Bill. I loved seeing them and their very adorable children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6q4BfQI-FE/Trb5bUocs1I/AAAAAAAAAis/gQp5f5JeQG8/s1600/2011%2BTexas%2BStadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671995028509864786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6q4BfQI-FE/Trb5bUocs1I/AAAAAAAAAis/gQp5f5JeQG8/s400/2011%2BTexas%2BStadium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Texas Stadium is big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YPeZrOXolY4/Trb4rkJ1ujI/AAAAAAAAAig/yZxT2GG6rQI/s1600/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671994208042727986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YPeZrOXolY4/Trb4rkJ1ujI/AAAAAAAAAig/yZxT2GG6rQI/s400/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you tell we are BYU fans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3kfcsCygqU/Trb4f-DssqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q2Pe3BgDyrg/s1600/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671994008837862050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3kfcsCygqU/Trb4f-DssqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q2Pe3BgDyrg/s400/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course we visited the Texas State Capitol. Very historical. But I am finding that we really have an exceptionally beautiful State Capitol in Utah. (biased opinion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Towards the end of the month, we traveled to New York City for the Gold's Gym Owners's Convention. We went a day early and attended a session at the Manhattan Temple and then went to the Broadway show "Spiderman." I loved it! Good thing I didn't listen to all the negative critics. Bryce spent the rest of the trip attending meetings, and I rode the subway throughout the city exploring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfIdLBkbyvs/Trb4N3LrWDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UBsOP89dEko/s1600/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671993697754634290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfIdLBkbyvs/Trb4N3LrWDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UBsOP89dEko/s400/2011%2BOctober%2BRed%2BCamera%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was lucky to get a ticket to the 9/11 Memorial. Impressive. When I was standing in line, two New York natives in front of me were comparing travel stories. One woman declared, "I will tell you where the most beautiful place on earth is--Zion's National Park in Utah!"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist telling them that I was from Utah, and we had a great time discussing&lt;br /&gt;the finer points of red-rock country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Traveling definitely broadens my horizons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-5112761512976636465?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5112761512976636465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5112761512976636465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5112761512976636465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5112761512976636465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/11/september-travels.html' title='September Travels'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPOXjCSdNdE/Trb6GqNnlEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/51ZKPEDzDMo/s72-c/Lake%2BPowell%2BAug.%2B2011%2B337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-913979560670245321</id><published>2011-10-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:37:43.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate off to College.'/><title type='text'>How many members of our family does it take to move Kate to BYU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEdizJNJQDA/Tpuatg1EBvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WK6QKeiSKo4/s1600/2011%2BSept%2B16%2BRed%2BCamera%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664291063045818098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEdizJNJQDA/Tpuatg1EBvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WK6QKeiSKo4/s400/2011%2BSept%2B16%2BRed%2BCamera%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Correct answer--all of us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; also came and helped put together her bed--but he left before we took the picture. Bryce had a business trip he could not reschedule. Clint and Melissa were working. But we all try to gather whenever Kate has a major event. Or even just an event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of Kate's life she has had the blessing/curse of not only having hovering parents, but hovering siblings. Clint calls her the "chosen one." I am grateful that my children all support and take care of each other. But as the youngest, Kate is often the recipient of a great deal of attention and advice from all of us. I think that she knows that it is given with love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uvV9tDdL08/TpuakrZ4rfI/AAAAAAAAAho/x3mta8GCujU/s1600/2011%2BSept%2B16%2BRed%2BCamera%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664290911265795570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uvV9tDdL08/TpuakrZ4rfI/AAAAAAAAAho/x3mta8GCujU/s400/2011%2BSept%2B16%2BRed%2BCamera%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Now she is on her own--living at the dorms. Of course, technology keeps us in close contact, but we do miss having her at home. She is doing well. She has some pain and is often frustrated with the activity limitations that she has until January. Her life with scoliosis continues to teach her patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-913979560670245321?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/913979560670245321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=913979560670245321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/913979560670245321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/913979560670245321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-many-members-of-our-family-does-it.html' title='How many members of our family does it take to move Kate to BYU?'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEdizJNJQDA/Tpuatg1EBvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WK6QKeiSKo4/s72-c/2011%2BSept%2B16%2BRed%2BCamera%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6890657432525195255</id><published>2011-07-24T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:43:33.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-Awaited Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have known for 4 years that scoliosis surgery for Kate was a possibility. We have known for 3 years that surgery was probable, for 2 years that it was definitely going to be necessary, and for 1 year her surgery date has been scheduled. It has been a long process leading up to June 30, 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odJ6HI77bHs/TiyL13n7aXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/su6viBOZCAw/s1600/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633030991514397042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odJ6HI77bHs/TiyL13n7aXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/su6viBOZCAw/s400/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Before surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She doesn't seem worried. She told us that she did shed a few tears as she climbed on the operating table. The reality of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Keq_Gcvjt3s/TiyLvqoE-HI/AAAAAAAAAhY/86CRqWtHYik/s1600/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633030884946147442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Keq_Gcvjt3s/TiyLvqoE-HI/AAAAAAAAAhY/86CRqWtHYik/s400/127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Recovery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We couldn't get her warm enough. She was not in much pain when she woke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Remaining &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anesthesia&lt;/span&gt; and morphine pump!)&lt;br /&gt;She did say some pretty funny things under the influence of drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMN_UKAL8II/TiyLnB1rKwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XYT9AV_7hZI/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633030736558369538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMN_UKAL8II/TiyLnB1rKwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XYT9AV_7hZI/s400/134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking cheerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first two days were hard. Nausea; pain; medication adjustment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Primary Children's is great--good nurses and staff. Still--pretty rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfQlwIM7af8/TiyLgLGSQEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/y5Bi6UXt2xY/s1600/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633030618784874562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfQlwIM7af8/TiyLgLGSQEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/y5Bi6UXt2xY/s400/137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally get to go home on day 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walking a few steps, nausea gone, pain meds working for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, 3 1/2 weeks out, she is doing great and continues to improve each day.&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful.&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-6890657432525195255?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6890657432525195255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6890657432525195255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6890657432525195255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6890657432525195255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-awaited-surgery.html' title='Long-Awaited Surgery'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odJ6HI77bHs/TiyL13n7aXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/su6viBOZCAw/s72-c/124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-881071925766133849</id><published>2011-07-19T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:36:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many months ago, Caroline suggested that we form a family R&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;agnar&lt;/span&gt; team to participate in the Wasatch Back Ragnar Relay on June17 - 18. This race consists of 12 team members who run in shifts from Logan to Park City. Caroline, who has run it before, told us it would be "bonding." She was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, as the time came closer, I was not sure whether it was such a good idea. Caroline was swamped with school and work. Bryce and I were immersed in work and Kate's graduation. We were sure that our family had plenty of runners to fill the 12-man team--but it was harder than we thought. Caroline had recruited at the cousin party in December. From the Newman side of the family, Ryan and Anna had signed on at that time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lanis&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Lance and Leslie &amp;amp; Jon agreed to represent the Berry side of the family. Everyone in our immediate family planned to run it except Kate, who had Youth Conference. Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt; got pneumonia. So we lost her as well as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; as a driver. We always were a bit nervous about Clint with a new baby. And as it got closer, he and we realized that he needed to be home with Melissa and Hazel. So my nephew Cory agreed to run, even though he would be barely home from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. And our friend, David Dickson--who is like family, agreed to take Clint's spot. That left one spot still open, and Caroline called on her Skyline/Utah State running contacts and her friend Becca agreed to come run with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the unthinkable happened. David had a terrible fall while hiking. The story of his rescue and recovery is a miracle. He continues to recuperate, and he is making great progress. One of the things he said to Clair as they were going through their ordeal was, "I guess&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I won't be running Ragnar!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, Caroline went to her running friends. When we picked up Lexi on the way to Logan, she started asking questions that made it clear she didn't really know what this race involved. I said, "Lexi, did Caroline explain this race to you?" Lexi replied, "She just told me that she needed me to come run on her Ragnar team, and even though I didn't really know what that meant, I came." What a good friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What it meant was--riding in a suburban or running night and day. Everyone ran 3 legs. Mine were the easiest--4 miles each. Still kind of a stretch for me. Running in the mountains in the middle of the night was a unique experience. I didn't feel anxious, like I thought I might. More peaceful. Ryan, Caroline, Lexi and Becca were with Bryce and me. (Ryan was a real sport, listening to those 3 girls for 30 hours!) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lanis&lt;/span&gt;, Lance, Leslie, Jon, Anna and Cory were in the other vehicle. The experience really was bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZAC6R7Z3w4/TiXtegUAZNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/b_eopL2wgwQ/s1600/2011%2BJune%2BRagnar%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631168017422378194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZAC6R7Z3w4/TiXtegUAZNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/b_eopL2wgwQ/s400/2011%2BJune%2BRagnar%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The Wild Berry Bunch. Kate designed the shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVPXoPpXio4/TiXtViGTWsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fB24HEazNGw/s1600/2011%2BJune%2BRagnar%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631167863282948802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVPXoPpXio4/TiXtViGTWsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fB24HEazNGw/s400/2011%2BJune%2BRagnar%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Our Van &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/6104927834973678825-881071925766133849?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/881071925766133849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=881071925766133849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/881071925766133849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/881071925766133849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-bonding.html' title='Family Bonding'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZAC6R7Z3w4/TiXtegUAZNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/b_eopL2wgwQ/s72-c/2011%2BJune%2BRagnar%2B097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6626696795279282400</id><published>2011-06-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:11:17.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing High School with a Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have been very busy with graduation activities during the last weeks of school. I keep telling Bryce, "we can rest in the fall." Ha! Since Kate is a class officer, her parents end up being involved in many things-- which we enjoyed, but we are getting older and we did get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the Senior Dinner/Dance. We decorated and chaperoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt16K8sG-io/TgixSPKe-xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2nn7fxG1-lg/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622939061638331154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt16K8sG-io/TgixSPKe-xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2nn7fxG1-lg/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B013.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/-3pPdImpTNMA/TgixG_uPjZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/An4nHCUWg1o/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938868514786706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pPdImpTNMA/TgixG_uPjZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/An4nHCUWg1o/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJBWWFH9Kis/Tgiw9Rd_gvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6VUG0-m9zwA/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938701479772914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJBWWFH9Kis/Tgiw9Rd_gvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6VUG0-m9zwA/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The happy chaperones. Yes, we made very old comments like, "I do not get the way these kids dance these days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhCpToQ_6Hs/TgiwzwYkgeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pAQz3q1mFKE/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938537979838946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhCpToQ_6Hs/TgiwzwYkgeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pAQz3q1mFKE/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seminary graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBlz8sRHu9o/TgiwpVSEeFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/95P9D-u0KA4/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938358906124370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBlz8sRHu9o/TgiwpVSEeFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/95P9D-u0KA4/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZXerA69ldw/TgiwhvLMLrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/j6C1ek_kCfE/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938228417638066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZXerA69ldw/TgiwhvLMLrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/j6C1ek_kCfE/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kate welcomed everyone to graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1O7NfgDORg/TgiwVZobXrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8tAY-yZDHI4/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622938016476257970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1O7NfgDORg/TgiwVZobXrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8tAY-yZDHI4/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The beautiful graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The class officers' parents planned the all-night graduation party. So we were all up ALL night. Very fun. We got a few hours of sleep Wednesday morning from 6 - 10 am. Then Thursday morning we were up early heading to Lake Powell for Kate's Senior Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVER5HVBfW4/TgiwK7scc0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/7oCWvcML59o/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622937836641350466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVER5HVBfW4/TgiwK7scc0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/7oCWvcML59o/s400/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kate's cute friends at Lake Powell. A fun end to 3 great years of High School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On to BYU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6626696795279282400?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6626696795279282400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6626696795279282400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6626696795279282400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6626696795279282400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/06/finishing-high-school-with-bang.html' title='Finishing High School with a Bang!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt16K8sG-io/TgixSPKe-xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2nn7fxG1-lg/s72-c/2011%2BJune%2B25%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6466607485850476368</id><published>2011-06-27T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:55:33.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caroline graduated from Utah State with her Master's Degree. Now she is working and taking classes so that she can apply to PA school. Her school journey continues, but in the end will be worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlLEkXnOwlA/TginFmxmwhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DnG4TyFPEpo/s1600/2011%2BMay%2BCare%2BGraduation%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622927849521857042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlLEkXnOwlA/TginFmxmwhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DnG4TyFPEpo/s400/2011%2BMay%2BCare%2BGraduation%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63IRw1sJHEk/Tgim9bSxyYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KhMNyHZdU8c/s1600/2011%2BMay%2BCare%2BGraduation%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622927709000812930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63IRw1sJHEk/Tgim9bSxyYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KhMNyHZdU8c/s400/2011%2BMay%2BCare%2BGraduation%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6466607485850476368?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6466607485850476368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6466607485850476368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6466607485850476368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6466607485850476368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/06/caroline-graduation.html' title='Caroline Graduation'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlLEkXnOwlA/TginFmxmwhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DnG4TyFPEpo/s72-c/2011%2BMay%2BCare%2BGraduation%2B062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1217377716005166220</id><published>2011-06-21T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:32:42.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby--Hazel Jayne Berry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEU-MN4tCIU/TgENija13cI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TNkKNNELRlY/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620788697209626050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEU-MN4tCIU/TgENija13cI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TNkKNNELRlY/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Proud Grandparents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C0vO2XdmuU/TgEL8fiY5aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/C9IP1HlpCWM/s1600/Hazel%2BJayne%2BBerry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620786943820883362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C0vO2XdmuU/TgEL8fiY5aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/C9IP1HlpCWM/s400/Hazel%2BJayne%2BBerry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Beautiful Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG5HvAFFJhg/TgEKYiCfCpI/AAAAAAAAAew/NvOpIDIQ4G8/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620785226505456274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG5HvAFFJhg/TgEKYiCfCpI/AAAAAAAAAew/NvOpIDIQ4G8/s400/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caroline &amp;amp; Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6vBC3B76go/TgEJlZGTMhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OxGek4NpFcQ/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620784347932209682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6vBC3B76go/TgEJlZGTMhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OxGek4NpFcQ/s400/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Melissa only moments after giving birth--looking great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday, May 25, Hazel Jayne Berry was born. Melissa wanted to have her natural, so she did! Melissa and Clint did great. Bryce and I and our whole family are very, very happy to welcome this new addition. She is a beautiful baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6104927834973678825-1217377716005166220?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1217377716005166220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1217377716005166220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1217377716005166220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1217377716005166220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet-baby-hazel-jayne-berry.html' title='Sweet Baby--Hazel Jayne Berry!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEU-MN4tCIU/TgENija13cI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TNkKNNELRlY/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4528491260214385201</id><published>2011-05-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T07:05:05.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Loved My Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told Bryce that I wanted to go to Macaroni Grill for my birthday, because I wanted them to sing "Happy Birthday" to me in Italian Opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3O3-tiwkik/TdfB1SjRa8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dY1INocNIew/s1600/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609164982170250178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3O3-tiwkik/TdfB1SjRa8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dY1INocNIew/s400/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it just happened to be Jay's graduation, so Tim, Fran, Kelsey and Ben were visiting to attend graduation. Christy came down and brought the kids, so the birthday dinner grew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZEhnp6RlmQ/TdfBr1Tp21I/AAAAAAAAAeM/3eeYv913WjM/s1600/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609164819701291858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZEhnp6RlmQ/TdfBr1Tp21I/AAAAAAAAAeM/3eeYv913WjM/s400/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Saturday morning, we hiked up Bell's Canyon to take a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITAa40-V8w8/TdfBhL31f6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/EloSbljFj2c/s1600/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609164636780068770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITAa40-V8w8/TdfBhL31f6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/EloSbljFj2c/s400/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday evening the kids came over and we opened presents and they related a special memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dinner with family. Happy Birthday in Italian. Hiking. Time with my family remembering happy events. A perfect birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-4528491260214385201?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4528491260214385201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4528491260214385201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4528491260214385201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4528491260214385201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-loved-my-birthday.html' title='I Loved My Birthday.'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3O3-tiwkik/TdfB1SjRa8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dY1INocNIew/s72-c/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1365403126824551218</id><published>2011-05-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T06:35:50.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZDlK70zozw/Tde9SftlMAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IyKn7b8ofHU/s1600/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609159986361217026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZDlK70zozw/Tde9SftlMAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IyKn7b8ofHU/s400/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;April 18, we left to spend spring break in Orlando, mainly to visit Harry Potter World. Our family has always been fans, and Kate's friend Kira is a huge fan, so we enjoyed every minute. Bryce went with us for the first day, but then had to go on to Dallas for meetings. He is not as big of a fan of Harry Potter or amusement parks, so he was mainly being a good sport. Harry Potter World was BUSY, but we also had a lot of down time relaxing at the resort where we stayed. A fun trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-1365403126824551218?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1365403126824551218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1365403126824551218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1365403126824551218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1365403126824551218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/05/world-of-harry-potter.html' title='The World of Harry Potter'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZDlK70zozw/Tde9SftlMAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IyKn7b8ofHU/s72-c/2011%2BApril%2BOrlando%2BTrip%2B059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-7705359030406540692</id><published>2011-05-09T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:46:51.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryce and I have worked together off and on throughout our married life. Currently, we work together all day in the office, then spend our time together most evenings. We negotiate our differences quite well and usually recognize the importance of our married life in comparison to our business life. Now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt; also works for us part-time on a regular basis. Caroline occasionally works when we need her to and if she has time. One of the challenges of this arrangement is the amount of time we spend together. One of the advantages of this arrangement is the amount of time we spend together. This afternoon, I sat working at my desk. To my left was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt;, working at her desk. Caroline sat across from me working on Bryce's computer. (Bryce is in Grand Junction.) Kate came home from school and was on her computer upstairs, but still within talking distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was hungry, and suggested that we all go get a late afternoon snack. By the time we had waited for everyone to reach a suitable stopping point, it was 4:30 pm. As we drove down 94&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we laughingly decided to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bajio&lt;/span&gt; and have an early evening dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, we do get frustrated with each other for various reasons. But usually, we like being together--which is a really good thing given the amount of time we spend together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwTHfCnrdMs/TciTnUqPk9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gNH18Mb2SXg/s1600/2011%2BMay%2BBajio.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604892040032654290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwTHfCnrdMs/TciTnUqPk9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gNH18Mb2SXg/s400/2011%2BMay%2BBajio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-7705359030406540692?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/7705359030406540692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=7705359030406540692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7705359030406540692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7705359030406540692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/05/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwTHfCnrdMs/TciTnUqPk9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gNH18Mb2SXg/s72-c/2011%2BMay%2BBajio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-478220070969902393</id><published>2011-04-10T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:25:45.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the youngest of 3 girls, Kate has had the wonderful luxury of having her sisters' formal dresses available for school dances. So for prom this year,since we had so rarely done it, I told Kate we could buy her a new dress. On one of her rare free evenings, Kate and I went to SouthTown dress shopping. We found a candidate at Macy's. Kate asked me, "Do I look "Wow" in it?" She looked beautiful, but I wasn't sure about "Wow." We found another at Dillards that might work. She chose another very pretty dress at another small shop. Finally, we were tired of looking. She decided to go with the Macy's dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As we walked back towards Macy's, we went upstairs and passed a small formal dress shop I didn't even remember. We decided to have one more look. She immediately found a pretty dress in a size 2--the only one like it. She tried it on and opened the curtain for me to have a look. All I could say was "Wow!" We had found her dress--or as Kate says, the dress chose her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I am shamelessly begging for praise. Altering Kate's prom dress turned out to be a bit more than I anticipated. I pinned, measured, cut and hemmed all five layers of the dress. I added fabric to the bodice and added straps. I ironed it many times, and finally finished about 10 minutes before her date arrived.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But the finished product was definitely "Wow!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BCjbOh1fg0/TaIZRurHVWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/AqTeA_SVhwA/s1600/2011%2BApril%2BKate%2BProm%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594061479524914530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BCjbOh1fg0/TaIZRurHVWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/AqTeA_SVhwA/s400/2011%2BApril%2BKate%2BProm%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3lRb8R5F0A/TaIZHW9nvPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QWLX0FbR6ss/s1600/2011%2BApril%2BKate%2BProm%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594061301361392882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3lRb8R5F0A/TaIZHW9nvPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QWLX0FbR6ss/s400/2011%2BApril%2BKate%2BProm%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-478220070969902393?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/478220070969902393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=478220070969902393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/478220070969902393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/478220070969902393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-dance.html' title='The Last Dance'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BCjbOh1fg0/TaIZRurHVWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/AqTeA_SVhwA/s72-c/2011%2BApril%2BKate%2BProm%2B068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6292705985021015929</id><published>2011-03-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:54:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I quite like this tradition we have established of traveling with our friends the Dansies and Ballards to somewhere warm each February. This year it was the Western Caribbean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Very fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9p7H85acQQU/TZOFZw08d0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/BQtB00F7T7c/s1600/2011%2BMarch%2B24%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589958240147109698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9p7H85acQQU/TZOFZw08d0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/BQtB00F7T7c/s400/2011%2BMarch%2B24%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6292705985021015929?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6292705985021015929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6292705985021015929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6292705985021015929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6292705985021015929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-tradition.html' title='February Tradition'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9p7H85acQQU/TZOFZw08d0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/BQtB00F7T7c/s72-c/2011%2BMarch%2B24%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6280933501037801583</id><published>2011-03-09T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:42:23.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVoVqPxcz9k/TXe4a78Qu-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/tQcg0kl07Wc/s1600/Carl%2BBloch%2BPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582133036055575522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVoVqPxcz9k/TXe4a78Qu-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/tQcg0kl07Wc/s400/Carl%2BBloch%2BPhoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kate didn't have school on Monday, so we decided to drive down to the BYU art museum to see the Carl Bloch exhibit as well as the Utah towns photo exhibit. We enjoyed everything, but as we walked around one corner, we walked into a huge painting of Shoshone Falls by Henry L.A . Culmer. During my Capitol tours, I discuss a couple of his paintings of Southern Utah that hang in the Capitol--so I know his history a bit. Fun to see a little of my Idaho home on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Bloch exhibit was wonderful. Inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-6280933501037801583?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6280933501037801583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6280933501037801583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6280933501037801583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6280933501037801583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/03/monday-outing.html' title='Monday Outing'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVoVqPxcz9k/TXe4a78Qu-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/tQcg0kl07Wc/s72-c/Carl%2BBloch%2BPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-477638805495990292</id><published>2011-02-18T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:53:55.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what do you do in the winter time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XxaP75xFtmg/TV6Pmi0YLCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Va8KFXdD22I/s1600/2011%2BJanuary%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575051281075547170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XxaP75xFtmg/TV6Pmi0YLCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Va8KFXdD22I/s400/2011%2BJanuary%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate attends crazy dances. The theme was "neon." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qLSQNwZuIg/TV6PW2tpfuI/AAAAAAAAAck/N3FleHclq-Y/s1600/932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575051011538124514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qLSQNwZuIg/TV6PW2tpfuI/AAAAAAAAAck/N3FleHclq-Y/s400/932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We go to Jazz games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtvMW3gaFPg/TV6O0g5jpJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Si5DvJZGyq4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575050421566940306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtvMW3gaFPg/TV6O0g5jpJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Si5DvJZGyq4/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We go to our LAST New Beginnings program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2GGBFmaCGk/TV6OjVWGT-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/O1hGM8Borwo/s1600/2011%2BJanuary%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575050126407651298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2GGBFmaCGk/TV6OjVWGT-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/O1hGM8Borwo/s400/2011%2BJanuary%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We celebrate Jacque's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcvMk67tw8o/TV6N_sHesnI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7f_6-wy7LZ0/s1600/2011%2BSki%2BDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575049514045059698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcvMk67tw8o/TV6N_sHesnI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7f_6-wy7LZ0/s400/2011%2BSki%2BDay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course, we go skiing. &lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-477638805495990292?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/477638805495990292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=477638805495990292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/477638805495990292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/477638805495990292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-what-do-you-do-in-winter-time.html' title='Oh what do you do in the winter time?'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XxaP75xFtmg/TV6Pmi0YLCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Va8KFXdD22I/s72-c/2011%2BJanuary%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6402009133724545146</id><published>2011-02-03T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:49:17.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Baby Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TUq-3E9lnsI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ljn4oqHbrwY/s1600/2011%2BJanuary%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569473742631182018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TUq-3E9lnsI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ljn4oqHbrwY/s400/2011%2BJanuary%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sharyn, Caitlin, Ryan, Amber, Maya and Ella visiting Sunday the 23rd of January. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I loved meeting sweet Maya.  Needless to say, she did not lack for people to hold her while she was at our house.  And Ella is the best little mother I have ever seen!  I am very, very happy for Caitlin and Ryan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6402009133724545146?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6402009133724545146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6402009133724545146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6402009133724545146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6402009133724545146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-baby-maya.html' title='Beautiful Baby Maya'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TUq-3E9lnsI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ljn4oqHbrwY/s72-c/2011%2BJanuary%2B009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-7193430879593486030</id><published>2011-01-16T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T12:15:24.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I picked up these darling socks and bow at a cute baby boutique that I passed last Tuesday.  Clint and Melissa's baby seems so real to me now that I know she is a girl.  I am happy to become a Grandma!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TTNQBN1iLqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Vp_WWafylpo/s1600/2011%2BJan%2B16%2BBaby%2BSocks%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562877946556984994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TTNQBN1iLqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Vp_WWafylpo/s400/2011%2BJan%2B16%2BBaby%2BSocks%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-7193430879593486030?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/7193430879593486030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=7193430879593486030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7193430879593486030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7193430879593486030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s A Girl!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TTNQBN1iLqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Vp_WWafylpo/s72-c/2011%2BJan%2B16%2BBaby%2BSocks%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-924735904685212315</id><published>2011-01-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:09:14.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TTCBMMgNhiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bGgzEq8Jb9M/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562087586317305378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TTCBMMgNhiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bGgzEq8Jb9M/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am finally starting to feel a bit of loyalty and fondness for my house. I knew that time would probably solve some of my odd emotions towards this innocent victim of my difficult time. But even when I was otherwise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ambivalent&lt;/span&gt; towards this house, I always had a vision of the wreath I wanted on the side garage. I shopped at all the Christmas stores in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;. Not even Modern Display had what I wanted--or at least not in my price range. I shopped online, and finally found a wreath that fit my criteria. Last year I left it as simply lit greenery. This year, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt; and I added blue and silver bulbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This wreath gives me a great deal of pleasure from after Thanksgiving until late in January when I finally take it down. When at times I feel surrounded by doubts, my wreath reminds me to focus on beauty and hope. &lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-924735904685212315?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/924735904685212315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=924735904685212315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/924735904685212315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/924735904685212315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2011/01/lighting-way.html' title='Lighting the Way'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TTCBMMgNhiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bGgzEq8Jb9M/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6988150903643912962</id><published>2010-12-26T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:20:39.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from our Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; love Christmas Eve with my family.  How grateful I have been over the years to have Leslie and Jon living in Salt Lake--not just at Christmas, but at other times when we have been so glad to have family close.  Can you guess what the Berry's Christmas Eve gift was?  With Jacque's help, I actually surprised them.  We didn't give in to the constant--"Just tell me what the Christmas Eve gift is!  I won't tell."  We had a lot of fun but also had a very wonderful program.  Of course there was lots of crying.  Grandpa Berry--you were actually blamed for our easy-to-flow tears!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdn_aoChpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G9WT1v1LF0M/s1600/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555023004561475218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdn_aoChpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G9WT1v1LF0M/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdn1OR16ZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wfeOvucN4PE/s1600/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555022829448456594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdn1OR16ZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wfeOvucN4PE/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Leslie and Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdnaNDseMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/CVQH0uVBiLk/s1600/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555022365264214210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdnaNDseMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/CVQH0uVBiLk/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing and eating.  We did a lot of that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdnNBQ69rI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2iAfbkARycQ/s1600/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555022138760165042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdnNBQ69rI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2iAfbkARycQ/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My beautiful daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdnD3MpJ7I/AAAAAAAAAao/iUY4nT3Bp2o/s1600/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555021981439043506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdnD3MpJ7I/AAAAAAAAAao/iUY4nT3Bp2o/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother and Sister enjoying a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdm6trGoVI/AAAAAAAAAag/fBTk7ydF4LA/s1600/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555021824263627090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdm6trGoVI/AAAAAAAAAag/fBTk7ydF4LA/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Clint &amp;amp; Will--wrestling as usual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-6988150903643912962?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6988150903643912962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6988150903643912962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6988150903643912962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6988150903643912962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/12/scenes-from-our-christmas-eve.html' title='Scenes from our Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TRdn_aoChpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G9WT1v1LF0M/s72-c/2010%2BChristmas%2BEve%2B026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-7200693370905877543</id><published>2010-12-14T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T06:55:14.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday night was our company Christmas party.  Although it is big and I know so few of the employees, I like seeing the young, enthusiastic people who work for us.  For one thing, they are all fit!  And they like to dance--especially the GGX instructors.  Because they can bring a guest, we had 260 attend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday night we traveled to Idaho to attend Eric Lott's engagement party.  I very much enjoyed meeting Cara's family and celebrating with Eric and Cara.  And the food was wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday was the Cousin party.  I love spending time with my dear nieces and nephews.  I became so immersed in the moment, that I did not remember to take one single picture!  I appreciate all who attended and I will have to draw a picture to remember the fun night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-7200693370905877543?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/7200693370905877543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=7200693370905877543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7200693370905877543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7200693370905877543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-weekend.html' title='Party Weekend'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6200337665085116076</id><published>2010-12-06T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:25:20.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did November go?</title><content type='html'>November came and went in such a hurry this year.  We probably upset the universe by dressing up for Halloween.  We don't usually do that, but we had the costumes--and we just did it!  I think we look regal!  Everyone at our ward party got a kick out of us.  Jacque took the picture because she said Dallin would not believe it unless he saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz-Da2x-4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/cfzdyvoipoU/s1600/Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547588175715761026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz-Da2x-4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/cfzdyvoipoU/s400/Halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline went to Kenya and had a great experience.  She felt that teaching English made such a difference among the most poor.  If they know English, their chance of getting a job increases greatly.  The students that she taught could not afford to go to the public school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz9zMVXhPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/T10kSRSSVh8/s1600/1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547587896939611378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz9zMVXhPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/T10kSRSSVh8/s400/1249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Thanksgiving in California with Glen and Laura.  Jacque and Clint were with their in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz9pA2vEsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ivOF5h7Py20/s1600/1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547587722059649730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz9pA2vEsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ivOF5h7Py20/s400/1888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura fed us and fed us and fed us.  We so enjoy spending time with the California Berry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz9f3jtznI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/lxkcywKMK_Q/s1600/1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547587564945133170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz9f3jtznI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/lxkcywKMK_Q/s400/1884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course we hit Disneyland.  The happiest place on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6200337665085116076?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6200337665085116076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6200337665085116076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6200337665085116076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6200337665085116076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-did-november-go.html' title='Where did November go?'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TPz-Da2x-4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/cfzdyvoipoU/s72-c/Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4382524528343567699</id><published>2010-10-31T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T07:09:48.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easier Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have had a very good day--in fact, a good week-end--spiritually. Bryce and I went to the temple on Friday and I had a nice experience pondering several concerns and contemplating how Dad would advise me. Melissa's brother just returned from his mission, so this morning Bryce and I drove to Kaysville to meet him and listen to him give an excellent talk. Our own meetings were very good, and in fact I found myself "delighting in the words of Isaiah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So please don't misunderstand me when I confess that I sometimes think that my life would be a lot easier if I were not a practising member of the Church. I in NO way want to live without the church or the gospel. But, my decision each day to be active in the church and to try to live the principles of the gospel test my time management skills, my self-discipline and my personal thoughts on various issues. I am sure that some people never feel this way, and every day find only satisfaction in living the gospel. I am trying to reach that level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You might point out that in the long-run, living the gospel will make a person's life less difficult. And I very much believe that is true. Living the gospel brings more joy, peace and even control into anyone's life. Not to mention blessings.  But day-to-day, my weak self has moments when I think, for just a fraction of a second... And then I push that thought out of my head, and think about gratitude and testimony and choose once again to live a life of faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-4382524528343567699?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4382524528343567699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4382524528343567699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4382524528343567699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4382524528343567699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/10/easier-life.html' title='An Easier Life'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8434302349543813476</id><published>2010-10-28T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:49:48.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UEA Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We took Kate and 9 friends to Lake Powell for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UEA&lt;/span&gt; break.  They are a great group of kids--very respectful and very fun.  They did have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to stay up VERY late talking and laughing.  Bryce got into the habit of going on top at 2:00 am to tell them to go to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQzrJphfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_gMNxCyGS-A/s1600/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533183203376465394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQzrJphfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_gMNxCyGS-A/s400/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQrqpzKNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JvBY67upZNs/s1600/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533183065803925714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQrqpzKNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JvBY67upZNs/s400/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate's great Dad drove the boat many, many hours during the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQhgWOL6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/TmNZ6WdAkzI/s1600/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533182891238764450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQhgWOL6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/TmNZ6WdAkzI/s400/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clint and Melissa took off work to come with us and help.  We were very glad they were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533182745762000098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQZCZ27OI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ooWaV93DEwI/s400/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQO5xejPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/tKErrgtCt4Y/s1600/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533182571646455026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQO5xejPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/tKErrgtCt4Y/s400/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beach Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQAESfC1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/hm4ioIzYPmA/s1600/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533182316771216210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQAESfC1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/hm4ioIzYPmA/s400/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melissa and I spent a lot of time cooking.  Clint and Bryce spent a lot of time boating.  We all enjoyed the beautiful weather and the energy of 17-year-olds. &lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-8434302349543813476?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8434302349543813476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8434302349543813476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8434302349543813476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8434302349543813476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/10/uea-adventure.html' title='UEA Adventure'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMnQzrJphfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_gMNxCyGS-A/s72-c/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4564240045137768071</id><published>2010-10-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:36:36.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Kenya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMDOjVOiMKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FTL7k1sRwU0/s1600/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530647448799817890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMDOjVOiMKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FTL7k1sRwU0/s400/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caroline has always expressed an interest in visiting Africa. I guess that you could say it is on her bucket list. As she finished up her Master's thesis and before she looks for a real, adult job--she decided now is a good time to follow that dream. I do not want to be the type of person that never wants to do anything exciting or different because of fear, but this plan did worry me. Especially when many of my traveling friends were concerned too. In spite of my concerns, she found an organization that operates an orphanage and school in Kenya--and she worked it out. She traveled alone to NY, then Amsterdam, then Mombasa. Once she arrived in Mombasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, she was met and taken to the compound where she will be working for 4 weeks. Now that she is there, and relatively safe, I am glad that she is having this experience. We did have a couple of heated discussions getting to this point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-4564240045137768071?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4564240045137768071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4564240045137768071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4564240045137768071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4564240045137768071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-to-kenya.html' title='Off to Kenya'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TMDOjVOiMKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FTL7k1sRwU0/s72-c/2010+Lake+Powell+Kate%27s+friends+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6032481905531282405</id><published>2010-10-07T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:37:37.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Always Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have decided that I don't need to apologize for my interest in sports.  I have always liked watching and participating when I can.  I sometimes plan my schedule around being home for important or not so important games.  We go to basketball games, football games, baseball games, soccer games and all kinds of high school games including track meets.  I play tennis and watch tennis.  I even enjoy watching golf.  I do, however, try not to become too out-of-balance.  And I have worried a bit that those who marry into our family think we (I, since I am usually the event planner) might be a bit too sports oriented.  So, since Dallin and Melissa have good-naturedly attended Jazz games, Bees Games, BYU Games, Real Games, and Brighton High School games--I decided that we needed to do something a bit different for a change.  We all went out to dinner and then to Lion King at the Capitol Theater.  Very fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TK3lrjQr6AI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GxvL79AftC8/s1600/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525324854215829506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TK3lrjQr6AI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GxvL79AftC8/s400/IMG_1723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6032481905531282405?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6032481905531282405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6032481905531282405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6032481905531282405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6032481905531282405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-always-sports.html' title='Not Always Sports'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TK3lrjQr6AI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GxvL79AftC8/s72-c/IMG_1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-7129261640447978066</id><published>2010-09-26T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T08:47:39.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a rather long blog, but it has actually been a rather long (but fun) week. We knew it would be a busy week, because Kate is a senior class officer and they are in charge of homecoming week. She told me at the beginning of the year, that this week would be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9eQJwaGxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2EZM_K4xSBU/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Assembly+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521235299769391890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9eQJwaGxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2EZM_K4xSBU/s400/2010+Homecoming+Assembly+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The very cute senior class officers at the assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9d4m2P3vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FNr9AYfJ7kY/s1600/2010+August+22+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521234895261654770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9d4m2P3vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FNr9AYfJ7kY/s400/2010+August+22+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But this was also a very busy week with tennis--JV Region tennis was on Saturday. Kate lost her first match 9-7 in a battle. She drew a very hard first opponent. But tennis is now over, and what a great 4 years it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9dW2KX7gI/AAAAAAAAAYM/T9HsF8SXbjY/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Burning+B+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521234315257048578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9dW2KX7gI/AAAAAAAAAYM/T9HsF8SXbjY/s400/2010+Homecoming+Burning+B+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate was also chosen for All-State Choir. Of course they started rehersals THIS week. Above is the Brighton Choir singing at Burning-of-the-B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just to make the week even more exciting, Kate was nominated for Homecoming Queen. Every organization at the school nominates a girl and a boy, so about 30 girls and 30 boys were nominated. The first step was an interview with outside judges. They score points for GPA, school involvement, etc.. She was chosen as one of the 8 finalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9hohOcYQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8FZ0-f616ho/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Assembly+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521239016921129218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9hohOcYQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8FZ0-f616ho/s400/2010+Homecoming+Assembly+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 8 finalists at the Homecoming Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9ci82xJII/AAAAAAAAAXs/cUVePnf6Tsg/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Assembly+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521233423700665474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9ci82xJII/AAAAAAAAAXs/cUVePnf6Tsg/s400/2010+Homecoming+Assembly+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate performing her cheer/skit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9cHB3WD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/wJ3ojklMi4Y/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Burning+B+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521232944008925058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9cHB3WD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/wJ3ojklMi4Y/s400/2010+Homecoming+Burning+B+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting at the Burning-of-the-B to see who won. The student body votes to choose the royalty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9l9zihE4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/z0cTm7zUjk4/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Burning+B+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521243780660925314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9l9zihE4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/z0cTm7zUjk4/s400/2010+Homecoming+Burning+B+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate was announced as 1st Attendant! We all cheered and cheered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9bVI6vWQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sk2ksSRtl3s/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Game+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521232086908754178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9bVI6vWQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sk2ksSRtl3s/s400/2010+Homecoming+Game+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate's fan club at the football game.  Mark &amp;amp; Laura, Me and Bryce, Terry &amp;amp; Clair, and Tamie and Mike.  Clint and Melissa, Jacque and Dallin and Caroline also attended both the Burning-of-the-B and the football game.  They left before the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9bKvO3_5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/d4WuQgX0zEw/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Game+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521231908215193490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9bKvO3_5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/d4WuQgX0zEw/s400/2010+Homecoming+Game+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Royalty was introduced at the football game.  Notice Kate's handsome escort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9bBT_Wj6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/qrPfq4ycrnY/s1600/2010+Homecoming+Game+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521231746283507618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9bBT_Wj6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/qrPfq4ycrnY/s400/2010+Homecoming+Game+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Royalty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First attendant for Homecoming King just happened to be Kate's date for the dance, who had asked her over a month ago.  What are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9as3rSM2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/9_HPjjt4pQI/s1600/Homecoming+Dance+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521231395085759330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9as3rSM2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/9_HPjjt4pQI/s400/Homecoming+Dance+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going to the dance.  She got to wear a crown, but didn't have it on yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9aijqm3WI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HhPMWmbyJ8k/s1600/Homecoming+Dance+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521231217915518306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9aijqm3WI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HhPMWmbyJ8k/s400/Homecoming+Dance+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quite a week.   I do appreciate "Team Kate" (Caroline, Jacque, Dallin, Melissa, Clint, Bryce and me) who helped get her ready, coached her on her interviews, did hair, gave ideas for skits, attended many events, took pictures and offered love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do love my family and friends--they are all royal as far as I am concerned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-7129261640447978066?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/7129261640447978066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=7129261640447978066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7129261640447978066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7129261640447978066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/09/homecoming-week-2010.html' title='Homecoming Week 2010'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TJ9eQJwaGxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2EZM_K4xSBU/s72-c/2010+Homecoming+Assembly+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4213774020072305167</id><published>2010-09-14T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T06:49:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Saturday I went over to Jacque and Dallin's to take some pictures of Sophie.  I hope that Sophie does not hold it against me that I recommended against her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Jacque asked me what I thought about them getting a dog.  I told her that although I am a dog lover, I did not think that it was a good idea for them to get a dog right now.  Between, school, work and all of their responsibilities, I didn't think that they needed the stress of a dog--and no matter how you look at it, dogs take time, money and emotional energy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day, Jacque asked Bryce what he thought, and he was more blunt.  "You would be crazy to get a dog right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, after getting advice from the two smartest people that she knows (Ha!) they decided to go ahead and get the dog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not the least offended that they did not take our advice.  I am glad that they asked, but they do need to make their own decisions.  Sophie is a lab/hound mix and an adorable puppy.  She is very smart and a lot of work--but they are doing a good job with her.  She is even starting to sleep through the night!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TI96Cb0JYLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Bj7mHzvkJn4/s1600/2010+Sept+11+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516762250796949682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TI96Cb0JYLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Bj7mHzvkJn4/s400/2010+Sept+11+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TI957XKR4wI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NkCkB6TDsH0/s1600/2010+Sept+11+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516762129288520450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TI957XKR4wI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NkCkB6TDsH0/s400/2010+Sept+11+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TI950-mVwhI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v-Sx0I74NVg/s1600/2010+Sept+11+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516762019616113170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TI950-mVwhI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v-Sx0I74NVg/s400/2010+Sept+11+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-4213774020072305167?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4213774020072305167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4213774020072305167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4213774020072305167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4213774020072305167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-saturday-i-went-over-to-jacque-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TI96Cb0JYLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Bj7mHzvkJn4/s72-c/2010+Sept+11+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8525186778244310568</id><published>2010-09-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T06:52:56.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis, Football and Welcome Visitors</title><content type='html'>Last week was filled with tennis.  When I am home working or even not working, I have the US Open on.  I really enjoy watching those matches.  Tuesday and Thursday morning I played  my own tennis for an hour with my tennis friends.  I tried to incorporate what I have been watching on TV, but it is harder than it looks!  Ha!  Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, Kate had tennis matches.  Tuesday they played American Fork.  She won 8-2.  Thursday, they played Hillcrest and she won 8-1.  She playes 1st singles JV.  She hoped to play Varsity Doubles, and she still may challenge up, but we love watching her play singles.  She is captain of the team, and she does a good job of handling those prima donna tennis players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got tired of tennis I watched football!  Thursday night we watched Utah win on TV.  Friday night we went to the Brighton football game--they beat Hunter 7-3.  At halftime Kate and the other officers presented money they had collected to the Hunter officers to give to the family of the Hunter football player who was stabbed to death last week.  It was a nice gesture for a tragic event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the BYU football game and it was SO fun.  All of the famous, old quarterbacks came back to raise money, and they did a special halftime thing.  Steve Young made the comment that they were proud to have played for BYU and to represent the church and values that backs BYU.  I am not sure Jim McMann agreed with that, but he stood there very respectfully!    Then, of course, BYU won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all of the sports frenzy, Boyd brought Calese and her family to catch their plane to Scotland.  They spent the night with us.  I volunteered to keep cute, sweet Ivy while they go to graduate school, but they decided to take her with them.  What a darling family.  Notice Ivy smiling at her Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TITuaHaCQ-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/3rTS-Gz4bMc/s1600/2010+August+31+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513793976240587746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TITuaHaCQ-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/3rTS-Gz4bMc/s400/2010+August+31+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-8525186778244310568?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8525186778244310568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8525186778244310568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8525186778244310568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8525186778244310568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/09/tennis-football-and-welcome-visitors_06.html' title='Tennis, Football and Welcome Visitors'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TITuaHaCQ-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/3rTS-Gz4bMc/s72-c/2010+August+31+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-2989043677743546244</id><published>2010-09-01T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:09:41.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This will be an eventful year.  Since this is Kate's last year of school, that means it is also MY last year of school.  I have been sending my kids to school each year since the autumn of 1988 when Clinton started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;.  I really love being a mother.  I know that being a mother never ends, but it does change.  And the changes are always good.  But change is change, and I need to learn to embrace that constant part of life.  In the meantime, I am going to enjoy every minute of this last year.  Bryce, Care and I all went to Kate's "hello" assembly where they introduced her as a class officer and captain of the tennis team.  We were not the only parents who attended, in case you were wondering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TH54Jn0dPvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/B36JRqZOja4/s1600/2010+August+31+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511975100651224818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TH54Jn0dPvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/B36JRqZOja4/s400/2010+August+31+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Senior Class Officers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TH50I8b5rbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/olltLo-Vllg/s1600/2010+August+31+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511970690958994866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TH50I8b5rbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/olltLo-Vllg/s400/2010+August+31+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TH5z-lCzIRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RxAoIs8JylI/s1600/2010+August+31+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511970512881000722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TH5z-lCzIRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RxAoIs8JylI/s400/2010+August+31+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span &gt;First Day of School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-2989043677743546244?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/2989043677743546244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=2989043677743546244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2989043677743546244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2989043677743546244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TH54Jn0dPvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/B36JRqZOja4/s72-c/2010+August+31+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-721137300258707394</id><published>2010-08-23T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:06:45.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/THMoI-cl8uI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fERr3p2L9rU/s1600/2010+August+22+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508790903871238882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/THMoI-cl8uI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fERr3p2L9rU/s400/2010+August+22+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the past 15 years my "best friend" Kristy has followed me around the house and kept me company no matter what I was doing. So...this past week it was very, very difficult to make the decision to end her suffering. The main reason I struggled--it is hard to know exactly what a dog is feeling. I wished many times that I could just talk to her and ask her what she wanted us to do. But in the end, we are the caretakers and have to make the best decision that we can. So we did. But we are all sad, including Tito.  I am grateful to our friend, Dr. Orr--who was very gentle and kind with our slightly neurotic family. We will miss our sweet, sweet Kristy&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-721137300258707394?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/721137300258707394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=721137300258707394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/721137300258707394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/721137300258707394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/08/kristy.html' title='Kristy'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/THMoI-cl8uI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fERr3p2L9rU/s72-c/2010+August+22+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4124228586374728677</id><published>2010-08-16T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:48:43.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realize that the middle of August is not fall, but for High School students, the middle of August really does mean getting back to sports and activities--and starting to prepare for the first day of school!  Last week, Kate and I both started some new things.  I have become a docent at the State Capitol Building.  Every other week for about 4 hours in the afternoon, I give tours of the Capitol.  I am learning and re-learning some Utah history and all about the Capitol, of course.  And I get to wear this great shirt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlandImS8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/DMX7ysrE2kk/s1600/2010+August+12+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506031653319232450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlandImS8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/DMX7ysrE2kk/s400/2010+August+12+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate has started back at her dance studio.  With her busy schedule which now includes student government, she is not participating in dance company.  But she is happy about getting back to basics.  She had to buy new toe shoes and this is her little station where she was sewing on the ties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlagkXjQKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/aywPB7tFEHY/s1600/2010+August+12+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506031535001911458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlagkXjQKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/aywPB7tFEHY/s400/2010+August+12+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tennis has begun in earnest.  Kate is Captain of the tennis team!  She is excited that she was chosen, but I think all it really means is more work.  She did get to help choose the uniforms, which in my mind is the main reason for being on the tennis team.  Great sweats and uniforms.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlaY_h8r2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/l4CceoYawgA/s1600/2010+August+12+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506031404854325090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlaY_h8r2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/l4CceoYawgA/s400/2010+August+12+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlaRfEeUzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aU246lUfrB8/s1600/2010+August+12+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506031275881681714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlaRfEeUzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aU246lUfrB8/s400/2010+August+12+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-4124228586374728677?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4124228586374728677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4124228586374728677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4124228586374728677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4124228586374728677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/08/fall-beginnings.html' title='Fall Beginnings'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TGlandImS8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/DMX7ysrE2kk/s72-c/2010+August+12+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6017877158384435942</id><published>2010-06-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:05:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TA_wMIJ2TeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UBkaT0E3Ihg/s1600/Bride%26Groom-102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480863362671070690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TA_wMIJ2TeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UBkaT0E3Ihg/s400/Bride%26Groom-102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I love this picture of Clint and Melissa coming out of the temple. They are doing really well--both working hard and very busy. Everyone was over Sunday night during the wild thunder and lightening storm--we went outside and enjoyed the show. Now we are dealing with the flooding! (Not us personally, but our neighbors.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little Cottonwood Creek is overflowing.  Our stake has been sandbagging this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6017877158384435942?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6017877158384435942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6017877158384435942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6017877158384435942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6017877158384435942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/TA_wMIJ2TeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UBkaT0E3Ihg/s72-c/Bride%26Groom-102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3734039607086567559</id><published>2010-05-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:13:56.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was blessed with a mediocre singing voice.  I can carry a tune and I like to sing, but I do not have any false illusions about my singing ability.  On the other hand, all of my children somehow inherited very good singing voices.  We all know that Grandpa Folkman was an actor and singer early in his life, so the genes are there somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clint did not really pursue music, although he has been more interested in his 20's.  Clint and Melissa sang with another couple in their Sacrament meeting a few weeks ago and it was very fun to go and listen to them.  Caroline was in 9th grade choir and that was the end of her formal singing experience.  Jacque has always loved and pursued music.  She and Dallin sang for me on Mother's Day at my request.  She did not love her High School choir experience, quit early and pursued her own thing.  I love listening to my children and I beg them to sing at every opportunity.  Which brings me to last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday evening, Kate told me that she had meetings and would not be home after school the next day, so she would see me at the choir concert.  What choir concert?  (She thought that I had a schedule and forgot to mention it during family planning meeting.)  Bryce was in Grand Junction, so I went to the concert alone without camera or anything.  As I walked in the door I saw Kate's friend Sarah, who said to me, "Are you excited about Kate's solo?"  Kate has a solo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sure enough, as the lights dimmed Kate was standing alone on the stage.  She began singing.  She sounded beautiful.  Soon she was joined by another girl and boy--and then slowly the entire choir started singing as they walked from the audience onto the stage.  At the end of the song, Kate stepped forward and sang alone once more.  For a mother who loves to hear her children sing, it was magical.  Cousin Robin was in attendance and luckily got most of it on video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate's lame excuse was that the teacher had only decided on her for the solo that day.  What is wrong with texting?  I would have gathered the troops and been there in force to support and listen.  As it happened, I sat alone and enjoyed a very private "mother moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-3734039607086567559?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3734039607086567559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3734039607086567559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3734039607086567559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3734039607086567559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/05/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1479557176150534264</id><published>2010-05-18T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:58:37.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of our spring rituals is waiting and watching for the scrub oak to burst into green leaves. When that happens, we know that spring is here. And it finally has happened&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S_KxxvZnv_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/716PampYtOI/s1600/2010+Spring+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472631965304209394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S_KxxvZnv_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/716PampYtOI/s400/2010+Spring+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S_KxoFzgajI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bo3tJaRWYdI/s1600/2010+Spring+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472631799519668786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S_KxoFzgajI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bo3tJaRWYdI/s400/2010+Spring+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Last fall I told Bryce that we were going to have to replace this lilac bush with something else, because it was not doing well. The bush must have heard me and mustered all of its energy to&lt;br /&gt;grow and blossom beautifully this spring. How could I ever have thought of taking this beautiful plant out? Ha!&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/6104927834973678825-1479557176150534264?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1479557176150534264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1479557176150534264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1479557176150534264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1479557176150534264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-of-spring.html' title='Beauty of Spring'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S_KxxvZnv_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/716PampYtOI/s72-c/2010+Spring+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1252074277004963879</id><published>2010-05-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:43:47.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My friend, Laura, made me this fun scrabble cake for my birthday.  She said she saw the idea in a magazine and cut it out knowing that she wanted to make it for me on my birthday.  She and her husband played scrabble with Bryce and I when we went on an Alaska cruise together a couple of years ago.  Without Lance and Laura there, I did pretty well.  So they think I am some kind of a scrabble expert.  Little do they know that when I play with the Berry's, I am just average!  Ha!  I appreciate considerate and creative friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S-DLP76dQpI/AAAAAAAAATw/ytVxclN4mzM/s1600/2010+April+29+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467593422269137554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S-DLP76dQpI/AAAAAAAAATw/ytVxclN4mzM/s400/2010+April+29+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-1252074277004963879?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1252074277004963879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1252074277004963879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1252074277004963879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1252074277004963879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/05/scrabble-birthday-cake.html' title='Scrabble Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S-DLP76dQpI/AAAAAAAAATw/ytVxclN4mzM/s72-c/2010+April+29+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1683526107146875938</id><published>2010-04-29T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:04:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Moments</title><content type='html'>Starting on January 31 with Jacque's birthday, all of our family, including Dallin and Melissa, have birthdays in March, April, and May.  Except for Clint, who is November.  Anyway, spring is a busy birthday time for our family, and below are pictures from our birthday celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m7VhFbWtI/AAAAAAAAATg/7XkCoGUtmZQ/s1600/2010+April+29+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465605601123588818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m7VhFbWtI/AAAAAAAAATg/7XkCoGUtmZQ/s400/2010+April+29+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m7NBReOKI/AAAAAAAAATY/_32rvatjNkQ/s1600/2010+April+29+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465605455145220258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m7NBReOKI/AAAAAAAAATY/_32rvatjNkQ/s400/2010+April+29+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m6r7LBYJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wxq3p51lqcA/s1600/2010+April+29+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465604886571868306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m6r7LBYJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wxq3p51lqcA/s400/2010+April+29+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m6c5GeLaI/AAAAAAAAATI/m8CGhPYVHD8/s1600/2010+April+23+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465604628317875618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m6c5GeLaI/AAAAAAAAATI/m8CGhPYVHD8/s400/2010+April+23+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465604458934118034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m6TCGPJpI/AAAAAAAAATA/hv3bPuDj_W8/s400/2010+April+23+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m6JwmNAfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rNyJcakdBuI/s1600/2010+April+23+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465604299617534450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m6JwmNAfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rNyJcakdBuI/s400/2010+April+23+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m58klmwSI/AAAAAAAAASw/EFKgjsrlIRk/s1600/2010+April+23+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465604073055502626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m58klmwSI/AAAAAAAAASw/EFKgjsrlIRk/s400/2010+April+23+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-1683526107146875938?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1683526107146875938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1683526107146875938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1683526107146875938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1683526107146875938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-moments.html' title='Birthday Moments'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9m7VhFbWtI/AAAAAAAAATg/7XkCoGUtmZQ/s72-c/2010+April+29+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-190478692485954747</id><published>2010-04-23T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:34:39.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our BYU Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday and today have been really wonderful.  Yesterday was BYU's large commencement exercises.  Jacque wasn't sure she wanted to go, ("long and boring" were the words I think she used.)  I advised her to go.  ("My Mom is making me" were the words I heard her say.)  I am glad we went.  I find that I very much enjoy ceremonial celebrations.  And, it was not very long and not at all boring.  Today was just as enjoyable when we went to the College of Life Sciences. They said her name correctly and Jacque was beautiful and stately as she accepted her diploma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am extremely proud of Jacque. She has been determined and steady as she worked toward this accomplishment.  She has had to overcome a few obstacles.  She helped nurse her sick Mom.  She took care of her little sister.  She had her own health issues.  With each challenge, she adjusted and moved forward with good humor and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that she feels some apprehension about life after college.  My advice?  Move forward with good humor and courage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JCIlsEwhI/AAAAAAAAASo/EeZoj2dUd0A/s1600/2010+April+23+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463502013277192722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JCIlsEwhI/AAAAAAAAASo/EeZoj2dUd0A/s400/2010+April+23+131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JB_9vxAaI/AAAAAAAAASg/uepuDQfoOhY/s1600/2010+April+23+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463501865116303778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JB_9vxAaI/AAAAAAAAASg/uepuDQfoOhY/s400/2010+April+23+133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JB1y8CTiI/AAAAAAAAASY/LivsZrXgAWI/s1600/2010+April+23+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463501690416287266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JB1y8CTiI/AAAAAAAAASY/LivsZrXgAWI/s400/2010+April+23+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JBsWbINZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uIZxNG2XbUA/s1600/2010+April+23+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463501528143246738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JBsWbINZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uIZxNG2XbUA/s400/2010+April+23+136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-190478692485954747?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/190478692485954747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=190478692485954747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/190478692485954747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/190478692485954747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-byu-graduate.html' title='Our BYU Graduate!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S9JCIlsEwhI/AAAAAAAAASo/EeZoj2dUd0A/s72-c/2010+April+23+131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-769309376671018457</id><published>2010-04-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:26:34.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key Spiritual Moments</title><content type='html'>I taught Relief Society last Sunday, and the lesson was on the Holy Ghost.  I really love teaching; it causes me to reflect on the topic and my life in ways different than when I am just a student.&lt;br /&gt;I shared a story in my lesson that occurred when I was a freshman at BYU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attending a Tuesday Devotional where President Ezra Taft Benson was speaking.  At that time, he was President of the Quorum of the 12 Apostles.  I was interested to hear him speak, because I did not know much about him other than his rather extreme political philosophy.  I went alone because at that time I didn't know many people at BYU--I had barely met my roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Benson began speaking about the Savior.  The talk was very impressive to me.  But as he concluded, something amazing happened.  As he bore his testimony of the Savior, I felt a clear and definitive impression that President Benson spoke truth.  I had one of those moments that I will never forget and that has made a huge difference in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--I am glad that I can teach about these topics, because it helps me to define how and when my own testimony developed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-769309376671018457?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/769309376671018457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=769309376671018457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/769309376671018457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/769309376671018457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/04/key-spiritual-moments.html' title='Key Spiritual Moments'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5037959063737375950</id><published>2010-04-15T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:42:44.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kate is very brave and decided to run for Senior Class Secretary.  She made it through the primary election, so for her final campaign strategy, she used her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; to Emma Watson as a "remember me" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gimmick&lt;/span&gt;.  She handed out the picture below with the words:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vote Kate Berry for Senior Class Secretary.  Her abilities are magical!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S8e9sCwbrcI/AAAAAAAAASI/4yPTeJu_2wc/s1600/Emma+Watson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460541637561920962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S8e9sCwbrcI/AAAAAAAAASI/4yPTeJu_2wc/s400/Emma+Watson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happily, it worked!  She won.  I am sure the fact that she is smart, friendly and beautiful had something to do with it as well.  (Mother insight.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate is excited to be a part of Student Government.  She may have to give up her beloved Dance Company, because both classes may not fit in her schedule.  I guess we will see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-5037959063737375950?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5037959063737375950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5037959063737375950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5037959063737375950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5037959063737375950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/04/election-results.html' title='Election Results'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S8e9sCwbrcI/AAAAAAAAASI/4yPTeJu_2wc/s72-c/Emma+Watson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8498876838745550198</id><published>2010-04-06T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:16:42.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2010</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to go to San Francisco for Kate's Spring Break, but that was not Bryce or Kate's first choice.  But since they are such good sports, and because I am the trip planner in the family, we went--and Caroline came too.  We walked through China Town, rode the trolley to Fisherman's Wharf, ate at many good restaurants, went to see "Wicked," went on a tour of Muir Woods,  spent one whole evening at Alcatraz, ran across the Golden Gate Bridge (Caroline ran a lot further than that!) and we spent a couple of hours shopping, which was not nearly enough time.  The Macy's was so big(7 floors!), I did not get past the 2nd floor!  We had a lot of fun and then came home Saturday night in time to spend Easter with everyone.  My sweet children even indulged me and agreed to play the Easter picture game--which is reading a scripture from the New Testament and then matching it to a picture from the life of the Savior.  (Clinton assured Melissa that he would help her!  Ha!)  I love spending time with my family&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S7t3lPtc_TI/AAAAAAAAARw/9pr0EW51Qvw/s1600/2010+San+Francisco+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457086855245528370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S7t3lPtc_TI/AAAAAAAAARw/9pr0EW51Qvw/s400/2010+San+Francisco+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-8498876838745550198?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8498876838745550198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8498876838745550198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8498876838745550198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8498876838745550198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break-2010.html' title='Spring Break 2010'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S7t3lPtc_TI/AAAAAAAAARw/9pr0EW51Qvw/s72-c/2010+San+Francisco+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5235605388641795330</id><published>2010-03-25T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:21:27.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Mexican Cruise</title><content type='html'>Many months ago, our friends invited us to go on a Mexican cruise with them in February.  Kate has her dance concert in February, and I thought it was the same week as the cruise, so we declined.  Then at a Dance Company meeting, Lisa mentioned that the concert had been pushed back a week and somehow I had not gotten the word.  "Too bad!"  I said.  "We could have gone on the cruise."  Bryce said, "Maybe we still can!"  So my miracle worker friend--Julie, called and got us a great deal even at the last minute--and we went!  We had a great time.  We like to travel with our dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S6vSZxsLCvI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qjy1VACcJcQ/s1600/CIMG2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452683114139290354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S6vSZxsLCvI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qjy1VACcJcQ/s400/CIMG2649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Horseback riding&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S6vSSDqi10I/AAAAAAAAARg/sMmuU-ua7qc/s1600/CIMG2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452682981525346114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S6vSSDqi10I/AAAAAAAAARg/sMmuU-ua7qc/s400/CIMG2659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S6vSJOUxqZI/AAAAAAAAARY/kgH69TnUYK0/s1600/CIMG2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452682829768010130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S6vSJOUxqZI/AAAAAAAAARY/kgH69TnUYK0/s400/CIMG2676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our snorkling and kayaking day.&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/6104927834973678825-5235605388641795330?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5235605388641795330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5235605388641795330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5235605388641795330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5235605388641795330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-minute-mexican-cruise.html' title='Last Minute Mexican Cruise'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S6vSZxsLCvI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qjy1VACcJcQ/s72-c/CIMG2649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4857282048920550184</id><published>2010-03-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:29:16.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Until The Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S4ySybYinzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ESKsv3nF2OI/s1600-h/2010+February+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443887444625891122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S4ySybYinzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ESKsv3nF2OI/s400/2010+February+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate, Me, Jacque, Melissa's Mom--Ann, Melissa, Sister-in-law Angie, Sister Angie with her daughter in front, Sister Stacie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clint is marrying into a very close and loving family.  What a gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S4ySk8nFpmI/AAAAAAAAARI/zyas7fnPn4s/s1600-h/2010+February+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443887213027108450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S4ySk8nFpmI/AAAAAAAAARI/zyas7fnPn4s/s400/2010+February+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clint and Melissa opening their wedding gift from Melissa's parents--A Bosch!&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/6104927834973678825-4857282048920550184?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4857282048920550184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4857282048920550184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4857282048920550184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4857282048920550184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-week-until-wedding.html' title='One Week Until The Wedding!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S4ySybYinzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ESKsv3nF2OI/s72-c/2010+February+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3944029334133327093</id><published>2010-02-16T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:02:22.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Ears Pierced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S3sHvsInGuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EFkmH5oYeYE/s1600-h/Ears+Pierced+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438949490862529250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S3sHvsInGuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EFkmH5oYeYE/s400/Ears+Pierced+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S3sGvle_0kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/guvbY0dOsV4/s1600-h/Ears+Pierced+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948389565747778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S3sGvle_0kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/guvbY0dOsV4/s400/Ears+Pierced+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S3sGpeUEdbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6HacUnI6Jfw/s1600-h/Ears+Pierced+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948284561651122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S3sGpeUEdbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6HacUnI6Jfw/s400/Ears+Pierced+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 50 years I have not had the desire to get my ears pierced. But lately, don't ask me why, I have looked at cute earrings with longing. So I decided to do it. Jacque and Clair went with me and Clair documented the event. Jacque told me that she would hold my hand because I had held her hand when she had it done at age 8. Sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-3944029334133327093?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3944029334133327093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3944029334133327093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3944029334133327093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3944029334133327093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-ears-pierced.html' title='Finally, Ears Pierced'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S3sHvsInGuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EFkmH5oYeYE/s72-c/Ears+Pierced+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-636916722196178252</id><published>2010-01-19T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:29:15.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About Money</title><content type='html'>I have been reading "Mornings on Horseback" (which I have enjoyed very much for several reasons) and the wealth of the Roosevelts has caused me to reflect on money.  The family had so many advantages because of their wealth.  I somewhat envied the year that the entire family spent on the Nile.  Money was never an issue in their lives.  They still had sickness and other disappointments, but never money issues.  And I wonder...could Teddy have developed the same abilities and strengths if he had not had all the advantages that money brings?  And yet we have that image of a camel and the eye of a needle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-636916722196178252?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/636916722196178252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=636916722196178252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/636916722196178252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/636916722196178252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/01/thinking-about-money.html' title='Thinking About Money'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1613438208064728380</id><published>2010-01-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:17:29.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Our Own Again</title><content type='html'>Caroline is back at school after being home for 4 weeks.  Jacque and Dallin went to dinner at Dallin's family.  Clinton and Melissa went to dinner at Melissa's family.  Sunday dinner was just the three of us!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S0qyc1_lmnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NIGNJ-NarjU/s1600-h/2010+January+10+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425344909721049714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S0qyc1_lmnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NIGNJ-NarjU/s400/2010+January+10+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But we are very glad that we can spend time with our fun Kate--and we also look forward to the times when we can all be together as well as have other family and friends over for Sunday dinner.  Sometimes large, sometimes small--spending time with family is always wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S0qyUcrggfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b2FJc5hyVU4/s1600-h/2010+January+10+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425344765486989810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S0qyUcrggfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b2FJc5hyVU4/s400/2010+January+10+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-1613438208064728380?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1613438208064728380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1613438208064728380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1613438208064728380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1613438208064728380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-our-own-again.html' title='On Our Own Again'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/S0qyc1_lmnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NIGNJ-NarjU/s72-c/2010+January+10+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3968448481892133196</id><published>2009-12-29T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:47:20.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy and Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joy brought by the season--the birth of our Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorrow over a young man in our ward who had every reason to live, but took his own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joy--that Clint is so happy and Melissa is such a wonderful young woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorrow for my friend Jim, who last month was playing tennis with us and now a stroke has stolen him from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grateful that my sorrow does not make me sick or incapacitate me. But even without making me sick, my sorrow over losing Jim is somewhat overwhelming. My heart is breaking for Miyo and her family--and for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-3968448481892133196?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3968448481892133196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3968448481892133196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3968448481892133196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3968448481892133196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy-and-sorrow.html' title='Joy and Sorrow'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8909845525646775797</id><published>2009-12-21T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:41:50.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryce is not much of a reader, but likes me to tell him about the book that I am reading.  With numerous trips to Grand Junction, however, he will sometimes get a book-on-tape to pass the time.  I went with him last week and he had a book, but told me I probably wouldn't like it.  I like almost every type of book, so I was surprised that he would think so.  It turned out to be a RELIGIOUS book by Anne Rice.  I thought that this was really funny for a couple of reasons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1)  Bryce would think that I wouldn't like a religious book--because maybe I am not very religious?  2)  After the animated discussion over Thanksgiving on the social and moral value of the Twilight series, it made me laugh that he was listening to Anne Rice.  Many years ago, I started to enjoy reading about fictional vampires by reading Anne Rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I do love my reading.  I even sometimes read religious books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-8909845525646775797?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8909845525646775797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8909845525646775797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8909845525646775797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8909845525646775797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-on-reading.html' title='Thoughts on Reading'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-211043696215202030</id><published>2009-12-15T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:22:45.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clint is Engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Syg1xlXlP-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/G4MGMudmleU/s1600-h/2009+December+Kate+Christmas+Dance+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415637677873905634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Syg1xlXlP-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/G4MGMudmleU/s400/2009+December+Kate+Christmas+Dance+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As of last Friday, Clint and Melissa are engaged!  We are very happy for both of them.  Melissa is wonderful, and we are very excited to have her be part of our family.  They are tentatively planning a March 6 wedding, so save the date!&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/6104927834973678825-211043696215202030?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/211043696215202030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=211043696215202030' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/211043696215202030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/211043696215202030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/12/clint-is-engaged.html' title='Clint is Engaged!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Syg1xlXlP-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/G4MGMudmleU/s72-c/2009+December+Kate+Christmas+Dance+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6401812128371126789</id><published>2009-12-05T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:04:42.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanksgiving this year was also a reunion weekend for the Berrys.  Wednesday night we went to a movie.  Thursday was dinner and visiting.  Friday we went on a hike above Red Butte Gardens, then we went bowling and had dinner at Red Butte Cafe.  So nice to spend time with our family that we love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SxqDi7ruL_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Uyn_C69F4x0/s1600-h/255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411782538398937074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SxqDi7ruL_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Uyn_C69F4x0/s400/255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanksgiving Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SxqDNsY5WfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/l7nDYCs_D1U/s1600-h/2009+Berry+Reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411782173516192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SxqDNsY5WfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/l7nDYCs_D1U/s400/2009+Berry+Reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clint's bowling was impressive.  He had a "strike dance" that was also fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SxqDCChFfWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rGYYWnb45Z0/s1600-h/253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411781973297692002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SxqDCChFfWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rGYYWnb45Z0/s400/253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping with the dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6104927834973678825-6401812128371126789?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6401812128371126789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6401812128371126789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6401812128371126789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6401812128371126789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-moments.html' title='Thanksgiving Moments'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SxqDi7ruL_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Uyn_C69F4x0/s72-c/255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5558753834127235593</id><published>2009-11-16T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:50:30.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SwFmob3oAQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xmflAcOeBG8/s1600/253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404713872683172098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SwFmob3oAQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xmflAcOeBG8/s400/253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SwFmeXUJ40I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2iF88qAYrkI/s1600/258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404713699661964098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SwFmeXUJ40I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2iF88qAYrkI/s400/258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who would have guessed all those years ago when Mr. Wright gave me my first tennis lesson that tennis would become such a pleasant part of my life. Some of my tennis group traveled to St. George last weekend to have our last outdoor tennis event. We had such fun--playing tennis almost non-stop on Friday and Saturday. We did end early on Saturday so that we could go to the St. George temple. Very nice weekend.&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-5558753834127235593?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5558753834127235593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5558753834127235593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5558753834127235593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5558753834127235593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/11/tennis-weekend.html' title='Tennis Weekend'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SwFmob3oAQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xmflAcOeBG8/s72-c/253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4183755529307799509</id><published>2009-10-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:34:50.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Welcome Sunday Morning Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SuTQsCiYCBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A2wm1aibgjc/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396667708510570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SuTQsCiYCBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A2wm1aibgjc/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were able to visit young Mr. Carson in person when Jordan and Heather stopped by this morning.  He is soooo cute, and Heather looks great.  Jordan looks good too!  Ha!&lt;/span&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/6104927834973678825-4183755529307799509?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4183755529307799509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4183755529307799509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4183755529307799509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4183755529307799509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-sunday-morning-visit.html' title='A Welcome Sunday Morning Visit'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SuTQsCiYCBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A2wm1aibgjc/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6248786796412044494</id><published>2009-10-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:23:51.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fragile Bodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kate's spine, Caroline's right side, Bryce's shoulder.  And I won't even mention Me, Clint and Jacque and our various ailments.  Our bodies are wonderful, but at times our greatest challenge.  Kate had her semi-annual appointment with Dr. Smith at  Primary Childrens last week, and it is time to think seriously about surgery.  Caroline is going throught the process of trying to figure out what is wrong--hoping nothing is--but hating the uncertainty.  Bryce can't stand being limited by pain--and is trying hard to heal and improve.  But of course we continue to love our bodies even when they give us trouble, because they also allow us to do the things that we love.  Kate continues to dance, Care runs and Bryce golfs (among other things!)  And we are all loving the glorious fall weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6248786796412044494?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6248786796412044494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6248786796412044494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6248786796412044494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6248786796412044494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-fragile-bodies.html' title='Our Fragile Bodies'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5171673535393934488</id><published>2009-10-18T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:38:42.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Perhaps one of the reasons I enjoy reading your blogs so much, is because it gives me a chance to see pictures of your young children and watch them grow and participate in their activities.  Just so you know, the playing never ends--and so I have posted pictures of my "not so young" children playing.  It is harder than you think to get everyone in the air at once.  I love how Dallin fits in our family so well.                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stt6SKAS_AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/enRE5jh8m4Y/s1600-h/October+15,+2009+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394039431048133634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stt6SKAS_AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/enRE5jh8m4Y/s400/October+15,+2009+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stt59u_Mm4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/OLFH4tIjJas/s1600-h/October+15,+2009+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394039080198380418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stt59u_Mm4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/OLFH4tIjJas/s400/October+15,+2009+147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stt5kB3UD4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jerPEdYJjqs/s1600-h/October+15,+2009+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394038638588989314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stt5kB3UD4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jerPEdYJjqs/s400/October+15,+2009+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-5171673535393934488?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5171673535393934488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5171673535393934488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5171673535393934488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5171673535393934488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/10/children-playing.html' title='Children Playing'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stt6SKAS_AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/enRE5jh8m4Y/s72-c/October+15,+2009+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-7064077044419734746</id><published>2009-10-17T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:30:32.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Several months ago, we made plans to go to St. George to watch Caroline run the marathon.  We told her that if she was going to run, we would all go.  As the time got closer, Caroline warned us that she wasn't sure about her training, and then just a month before the marathon she got very sick. She again warned us that she would be slow, and was just a little concerned about finishing.  So of course she came running in at 3 hours 11 minutes and was 2nd in her age group.  The first words out of her mouth when we found her after the race were "I am so impressed with myself!"  We were impressed too--and now we have all committed to go and watch her run the Boston Marathon (for which she qualified) next spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/StnvNsk-o4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/o0LmIqcYbpE/s1600-h/October+15,+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393605047336477570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/StnvNsk-o4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/o0LmIqcYbpE/s400/October+15,+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stnu0tlw8mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Fpph4s8Kmb4/s1600-h/October+15,+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393604618111480418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Stnu0tlw8mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Fpph4s8Kmb4/s400/October+15,+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-7064077044419734746?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/7064077044419734746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=7064077044419734746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7064077044419734746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7064077044419734746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/10/st-george-marathon.html' title='St George Marathon'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/StnvNsk-o4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/o0LmIqcYbpE/s72-c/October+15,+2009+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5698228793171463777</id><published>2009-09-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:32:41.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We spent most of last week helping Kate because it was HOMECOMING!  That meant that she had dance rehersals--Dance Company performed at half time.  She had to choose a dress out of her sisters' dance dress closet.  (How nice for me!  We have quite a collection to choose from.)  I had to make the alterations and sew a shrug to wear with the dress.  We attended the burning of the "B" where she also danced .  We went to the football game with a group of our friends who are the new &lt;em&gt;Kate Fan Club&lt;/em&gt;.  (Their children are all graduated, so they are nice to support Kate for her final two years.)  We cheered as our team won.  We cheered for Kate when they danced at half time--she had a solo and was wonderful.  (Mother insight.)  We got her up at 6:30 am the next day for her date to take her to breakfast, then activities at the park, then dinner, then the dance, then a gymnastics type of activity place--and finally home at 1:00 am.  (Curfew is extended for formal dances.)  Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was glad when it was all over.  She had fun and was with a really great group of kids.  So guess what she did last night?  Asked a boy to MORP--the next school dance.  It never ends!  Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sr0YIKL_sLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/o2UNKZhZBCo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385487257857667250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sr0YIKL_sLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/o2UNKZhZBCo/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-5698228793171463777?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5698228793171463777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5698228793171463777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5698228793171463777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5698228793171463777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/09/homecoming-week.html' title='Homecoming Week'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sr0YIKL_sLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/o2UNKZhZBCo/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-139022040345328018</id><published>2009-09-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:30:06.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We traveled to visit Bryce's Mom &amp;amp; Dad in their new "cabin."  It was also Nolan's farewell.  Bryce rented ATVs so we could explore the land around Arlin and Marlene's new home.  I learned a few things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SqgA0R-l5LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SUfkzLzXl5I/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379550653073188018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SqgA0R-l5LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SUfkzLzXl5I/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryce patiently gave the children rides.  That did not surprise me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SqgAiTWG-hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cA1FKfGVPM4/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379550344202615314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SqgAiTWG-hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cA1FKfGVPM4/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kendyl and Jon always had a lot of fun.  That didn't surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sqf_3oT6KbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pUZJsg9Yc80/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379549611096156594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sqf_3oT6KbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pUZJsg9Yc80/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clint was great on the ATVs and was patient with his slower Mom.  That didn't surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sqf_bQfbX-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/LoYoyPQBXMk/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379549123665682402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sqf_bQfbX-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/LoYoyPQBXMk/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very cautious and did not completely love ATV riding.  That didn't surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sqf_EMOhxNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aJ9dbNgfY-A/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379548727384065234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sqf_EMOhxNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aJ9dbNgfY-A/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate was fearless and loved riding the ATVs.  Now THAT did surprise me.  Always learning new things about the people closest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/6104927834973678825-139022040345328018?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/139022040345328018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=139022040345328018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/139022040345328018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/139022040345328018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/09/always-learning.html' title='Always Learning'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SqgA0R-l5LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SUfkzLzXl5I/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3225717529969070854</id><published>2009-09-02T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:56:46.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sp7v4mu04AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4r_X2L0hWco/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376998760875614210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sp7v4mu04AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4r_X2L0hWco/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last year Cathy came to stay with me a few times, when Bryce was going to be gone or to help. Last week she came to visit because she was bringing Beth to BYU and she stayed with us a couple of days to--just, well, visit. I appreciate my sister coming to give support and love when I need her, but I am especially happy that we can spend time together just for fun. We went shopping, we went to Kate's tennis match, we went out to dinner with all the Berry children. Very fun to have her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-3225717529969070854?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3225717529969070854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3225717529969070854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3225717529969070854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3225717529969070854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-visit.html' title='A Better Visit'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sp7v4mu04AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4r_X2L0hWco/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4638222523200495152</id><published>2009-08-20T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:29:11.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline off to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We helped Caroline move back to school this week.  What a difference a year makes.  Last summer was not stellar for either Caroline or I.  She was trying to heal from an ended relationship and I was just trying to heal.  This summer, she was happy and full of plans for us all to accomplish during the summer.  I will miss her, and have in fact felt a little empty for the last couple of days.  She will go on to finish her Master's Degree while she helps coach the cross country and track teams.  Best of all--they pay for it!  Much love to my first-born girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/So3nprxDowI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LyZsxW-86OY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204633832006402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/So3nprxDowI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LyZsxW-86OY/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/So3nWHoPNpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1SHt22oRboI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204297713825426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/So3nWHoPNpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1SHt22oRboI/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-4638222523200495152?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4638222523200495152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4638222523200495152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4638222523200495152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4638222523200495152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/08/caroline-off-to-school.html' title='Caroline off to School'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/So3nprxDowI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LyZsxW-86OY/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5814931333644485652</id><published>2009-08-19T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:01:43.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leslie &amp; Jon Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leslie and Jon had a Wedding Renewal Celebration.  Not only was it nice to spend time with family to celebrate, I believe it caused all of us to reflect on the relationships in our lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leslie, Jon and Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SowgWXzLtOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KAuYgDCoB5M/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371704024264062178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SowgWXzLtOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KAuYgDCoB5M/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marlene &amp;amp; Arlin before we left for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SowgBauesFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6knn1rzsJU0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371703664272388178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SowgBauesFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6knn1rzsJU0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline, Kate &amp;amp; Clint dressed and ready.  Dallin &amp;amp; Jacque met us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sowfq9p-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4O6FJyC24fQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371703278511744354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sowfq9p-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4O6FJyC24fQ/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-5814931333644485652?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5814931333644485652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5814931333644485652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5814931333644485652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5814931333644485652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/08/leslie-jon-celebration.html' title='Leslie &amp; Jon Celebration'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SowgWXzLtOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KAuYgDCoB5M/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6944242238598426560</id><published>2009-08-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:42:15.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marcy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnjjTKHpMII/AAAAAAAAAME/7m7BWurq9TA/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288874285379714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnjjTKHpMII/AAAAAAAAAME/7m7BWurq9TA/s400/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288450519525570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Snji6fd_aMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mYrqMNuAXN0/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bryce and I went to Idaho to celebrate Marcy's--well I won't say which birthday--but Lonnie gave her a great party. &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/6104927834973678825-6944242238598426560?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6944242238598426560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6944242238598426560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6944242238598426560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6944242238598426560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-marcy.html' title='Happy Birthday Marcy!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnjjTKHpMII/AAAAAAAAAME/7m7BWurq9TA/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-7173884370795049963</id><published>2009-07-31T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:59:28.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Very Own Hermoine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny Story:  Kate was in San Diego with Glen &amp;amp; Laura, Olivia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kendyl&lt;/span&gt;.  They went out to eat one night and after they had finished, Laura and the girls left and Glen stayed to pay the bill.  He told us that 4 servers walked over to give him the bill and then stood there asking him questions:  "who was the girl sitting next to him?"  He was a little confused and told them that it was his niece.  "Is your niece Emma Watson?"  Then he understood.  No, my niece is Kate.  They thought Kate was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hermoine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fairly often over the years, depending on how she wears her hair, people have said to Kate, "Do you know that you look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hermoine&lt;/span&gt; in the Harry Potter movies?"  She has heard it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; now, that she just laughs and tells them that, yes, others have mentioned the resemblance.  The remainder of the trip, Kate said that Laura made her practice her English accent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-7173884370795049963?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/7173884370795049963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=7173884370795049963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7173884370795049963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/7173884370795049963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-very-own-hermoine.html' title='Our Very Own Hermoine'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-187569766456211789</id><published>2009-07-31T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:53:45.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil, The Bees and Olivia Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Clair's middle son Dan is going to Brazil for a student abroad program through BYU. At Jacque's wedding we discovered that his traveling partner is cute nephew Jay! Last Sunday they joined us for Sunday dinner and to celebrate their upcoming adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLs6Ulh1BI/AAAAAAAAALs/YmBcYm4Oykg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364610592854365202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLs6Ulh1BI/AAAAAAAAALs/YmBcYm4Oykg/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLsmZTs9KI/AAAAAAAAALk/p3TOhVIi5Ws/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364610250524390562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLsmZTs9KI/AAAAAAAAALk/p3TOhVIi5Ws/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two very cute boys on their way to travel and adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLsULSsqtI/AAAAAAAAALc/VT8t76a0v34/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364609937524435666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLsULSsqtI/AAAAAAAAALc/VT8t76a0v34/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to our annual Bees game on the 24th. Unfortunately, the opposing team did not show up because they were sick. However, baseball is only a small part of this tradition. We still liked the home-run derby and the high school allstar game that was offered in replacement. And of course the fireworks! Take me out to the ballpark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLr98uHPoI/AAAAAAAAALU/8l3HMlSCp5o/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364609555655769730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLr98uHPoI/AAAAAAAAALU/8l3HMlSCp5o/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week Olivia--Glen &amp;amp; Laura's youngest daughter--stayed with us for a week. It happened to be Kate's last week before dance and tennis starts--so Kate filled her week with fun, friends and harmless pranks--and she took Livi along with her. I hope Olivia recovers from it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-187569766456211789?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/187569766456211789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=187569766456211789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/187569766456211789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/187569766456211789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/07/brazil-bees-and-olivia-jane.html' title='Brazil, The Bees and Olivia Jane'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SnLs6Ulh1BI/AAAAAAAAALs/YmBcYm4Oykg/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5441912663114394791</id><published>2009-07-16T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:57:42.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Award for Grand Junction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Dedicated Management Group from Grand Junction and their spouses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sl-g-DshLFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3LNVCPB83e4/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359179069598542930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sl-g-DshLFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3LNVCPB83e4/s400/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We spent the week in Las Vegas at the Gold's Gym Convention. We took most of the management team from Grand Junction, and I think that we all left with a lot of information to help us improve. The highlight of the week was the awards banquet. Grand Junction won best new gym in the US! We already believed that we have the best gym in the country, but it was nice to get some official recognition! Ha! Congratulations to Bryce and the whole team for their hard work and dedication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryce with Brett and Jay, our great consultants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sl-eBQQLCwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/P82O8HBlJqw/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359175825974037250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sl-eBQQLCwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/P82O8HBlJqw/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryce on stage receiving the award. They listed all the candidates, then called up 4 finalists, and then announced that Grand Junction won. Pretty exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sl-c-4U1JsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PYnHwLorUQU/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359174685679756994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sl-c-4U1JsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PYnHwLorUQU/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-5441912663114394791?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5441912663114394791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5441912663114394791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5441912663114394791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5441912663114394791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/07/grand-award-for-grand-junction.html' title='Grand Award for Grand Junction!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sl-g-DshLFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3LNVCPB83e4/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4039486312409288556</id><published>2009-07-05T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:21:09.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be an American</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July was filled with celebration.  We started the day running in the local 5k/10k race.  Bryce and I and Clair and her family ran the 5k.  Caroline ran the 10k.  I didn't walk--and beat my goal time of 35 minutes by 3 minutes!  Runners--don't mock me.  I have never been a fast distance runner, and since surgery I have been even slower--so I was really happy with my time.  Bryce ran with me and encouraged me toward the end when I started fading a bit.  Caroline won 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in the 10k and they handed her $50 as she crossed the finish line!  Now she is earning prize money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the race we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; breakfast which feeds quite a lot of people.  We then moved down the street&lt;/span&gt; and found a place to watch the parade.  Bikes, 4-wheelers, old cars, heavy machinery.  For a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; parade it is really quite an event.  Our friends Mike and Tammi joined us with Clair &amp;amp; family for the breakfast and parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went home to watch the all-American Wimbledon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; final.  We didn't really care which sister won--but we have very much enjoyed watching Wimbledon this year and have really enjoyed watching the Williams sisters play for the past 10 years.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; to Serena.  Caroline kept saying that she could not play her sister under such grueling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt;.  They seem to keep it in perspective and keep their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon we went out to dinner then joined thousands of other screaming fans watching the Jonas Brothers perform.  And also watching fireworks and patriotic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Clint was watching fireworks over the Hudson River, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; watched fireworks in the beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sawtooths&lt;/span&gt; in Sun Valley, Kate watched fireworks over the ocean in San Diego--and Bryce, Caroline and I watched fireworks in one of our favorite stadiums.  So--although we were spread throughout the country, I know that we all felt the pride of being American--and gratitude for this great country in which we live.  Happy Birthday America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-4039486312409288556?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4039486312409288556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4039486312409288556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4039486312409288556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4039486312409288556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/07/proud-to-be-american.html' title='Proud to be an American'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6528233164453930695</id><published>2009-07-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:15:13.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Adventures Ahead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all enjoyed having Ben And Brooke come for dinner Sunday.  It was fun to hear about Seattle and graduate school--and starting an adventure in their lives!  I hope that they were not overwhelmed by the wild Berry dinner conversations.  They were gracious about it, even if they were thinking inside, "Get me out of here!"                 They have a bright future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkzKLD_7T2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IO38mw7ujtc/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353876348437483362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkzKLD_7T2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IO38mw7ujtc/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkzJ2R8Eh8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/TsEz1Ken6zc/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353875991402153922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkzJ2R8Eh8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/TsEz1Ken6zc/s400/083.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/6104927834973678825-6528233164453930695?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6528233164453930695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6528233164453930695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6528233164453930695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6528233164453930695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-adventures-ahead.html' title='Great Adventures Ahead!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkzKLD_7T2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IO38mw7ujtc/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5543492201432436318</id><published>2009-06-26T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:16:54.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever seen a better looking group of people!  I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkWAl9uCNOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lPt3FO1lN0E/s1600-h/DSC05392+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825121910863074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkWAl9uCNOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lPt3FO1lN0E/s400/DSC05392+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-5543492201432436318?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5543492201432436318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5543492201432436318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5543492201432436318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5543492201432436318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful People'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SkWAl9uCNOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lPt3FO1lN0E/s72-c/DSC05392+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3962707567140015878</id><published>2009-06-13T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:24:57.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Jefferson and Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I forgot to take a picture of the two cute young men who stayed with us this week.  Our exceptionally intelligent nephew Truman and his friend Andrew came to Utah to attend a Constitutional Convention simulation.  We enjoyed getting updates each night on the debates and strategy involved in the process.  What a great summer activity!  And--it turns out that Andrew met my brother Tim at a baptism in Jerome just last week.  A small world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-3962707567140015878?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3962707567140015878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3962707567140015878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3962707567140015878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3962707567140015878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/06/thomas-jefferson-and-friend.html' title='Thomas Jefferson and Friend'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1530295760007040057</id><published>2009-06-12T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:15:06.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a flag person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never thought that I would buy a flag for every season and holiday and hang it on my house. I liked the flags on other people's houses, but it didn't seem to fit my personality. The seeds of change started when I was called to Young Women's many years ago, and I had to find the deeply hidden cute part of my personality--you know--matching invitations, theme events, fun decorating. It was difficult, but I adjusted and actually enjoyed working with the girls. So--this left-brained person that I am received a flag pole for my house on Mother's Day. And I like it. I have already bought 3 flags. A huge argument in favor of evolution. Or entropy. However you see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SjMTn4H7gzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3bazYm2hMU4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346638758420382514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SjMTn4H7gzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3bazYm2hMU4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-1530295760007040057?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1530295760007040057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1530295760007040057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1530295760007040057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1530295760007040057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-flag-person.html' title='I am a flag person'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SjMTn4H7gzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3bazYm2hMU4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-19787918221857896</id><published>2009-06-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:47:14.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't helped clean and empty Mom and Dad's house at all.  Thanks to Tim and my sisters for all of their work.  Now the house has sold and so Bryce and I finally made the trip last weekend to help with some last minute cleaning and hauling.  My friends have asked if I felt sad.  But really, I enjoyed staying with Tim &amp;amp; Fran in my growing up bedroom (of course they have updated everything.)   I enjoyed being with my family.  I liked being surrounded by open fields with beautiful rows of cut alfalfa (sorry about the rain, Tim.)  I had time to ponder about my blessed childhood (not perfect, but blessed!)  I resolved to purge my house before I die!  Ha!  I am more determined to enjoy each moment and be grateful for all of the beautiful people and objects around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-19787918221857896?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/19787918221857896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=19787918221857896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/19787918221857896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/19787918221857896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-duty.html' title='House Duty'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-2701426340664302674</id><published>2009-05-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:55:34.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sh1URESEH6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vtC7UqMGm64/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340517385315295138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sh1URESEH6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vtC7UqMGm64/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sh1T3V4VwdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xHlh8b2q_Sc/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340516943362638290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sh1T3V4VwdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xHlh8b2q_Sc/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We spent Memorial Day weekend at Lake Powell. We haven't been to Rainbow Bridge since Clinton was very little--so we decided to go. So impressive! Largest natural bridge in the world, (some of my literature declared.) SO our choppy and wet 1 1/2 hour boat ride to get there was worth it. We missed Jacque and Dallin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-2701426340664302674?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/2701426340664302674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=2701426340664302674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2701426340664302674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2701426340664302674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainbow-bridge.html' title='Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sh1URESEH6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vtC7UqMGm64/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6058989589590635629</id><published>2009-05-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:43:30.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joyful Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ShSUcKe7yVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RPYba2dj4yU/s1600-h/1DSC04698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338054669912230226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ShSUcKe7yVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RPYba2dj4yU/s400/1DSC04698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't think of anything that would give me more joy than gathering with my family and friends to celebrate my daughter's wedding! Thanks to all of you who added to my joy by attending. I was thinking of Mom and Dad often during the weekend, missing them especially at such an event. So it made me very happy that each of my siblings made the effort to come. And each cousin was a bonus! I especially enjoyed having both the Newman's and the Berry's together--I don't suppose that has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; happened since Bryce and I were married.&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/6104927834973678825-6058989589590635629?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6058989589590635629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6058989589590635629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6058989589590635629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6058989589590635629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/05/joyful-day.html' title='A Joyful Day!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ShSUcKe7yVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RPYba2dj4yU/s72-c/1DSC04698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-2381418904977235742</id><published>2009-05-13T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:53:35.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt1IjbiNoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Vx6Aw7TuVXU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335486973360617090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt1IjbiNoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Vx6Aw7TuVXU/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kristi is now 13 years old. That is 91 years old in dog years! She has been such a sweet, nice dog, but she is starting to do some things that are out of character for her. For instance, she wakes up in the night and whines. She just wants to come in our bedroom with us. I would probably let her, but she is such a noisy sleeper that she keeps me awake. So for the past two years both dogs have slept in the laundry room. We have found that if we take her on a long walk, she is more prone to sleep through the night--so that is usually our strategy. She also sometimes goes outside when it is dark, and doesn't come in for a long time. She never did that before. We wonder if she gets lost. One night Jacque and Dallin had to go out in the yard and find her. They said she was laying down by a tree in our scrub oak. Do dogs get dementia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-2381418904977235742?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/2381418904977235742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=2381418904977235742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2381418904977235742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2381418904977235742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt1IjbiNoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Vx6Aw7TuVXU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8776477322371269016</id><published>2009-05-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:26:12.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Goes to Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday night was Brighton High School Jr Prom. Since Kate is now 16--she is old enough to date and this was her first dance. No swine flu at Brighton yet, so Prom was not cancelled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sf9NQ5id-FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bzrk7_fxzH4/s1600-h/PROM+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065436548593746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sf9NQ5id-FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bzrk7_fxzH4/s400/PROM+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poor Skyler--he had me, Bryce, Jacque, Dallin, Caroline and Caroline's friend Adam--all home to meet and watch the flower pinning. He seemed nervous, but was very polite and nice. Kate told him it could have been worse--Clint could have been home. He was not in town or I am sure he would have been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sf9M8mEFnwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dAdTaCaqvHE/s1600-h/PROM+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065087723511554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sf9M8mEFnwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dAdTaCaqvHE/s400/PROM+(6).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/6104927834973678825-8776477322371269016?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8776477322371269016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8776477322371269016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8776477322371269016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8776477322371269016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/05/kate-goes-to-prom.html' title='Kate Goes to Prom'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sf9NQ5id-FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bzrk7_fxzH4/s72-c/PROM+(9).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3682546505693795305</id><published>2009-04-27T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:39:01.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 Century of Living!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SfWx-pULfOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dr9AVDPoDig/s1600-h/4-27-09+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329361423863348450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SfWx-pULfOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dr9AVDPoDig/s400/4-27-09+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came home to this mess (I mean, decorations! Ha!) after the Jazz game Saturday night. Caroline had to go back to Logan and she wanted to make sure I felt celebrated on my 50 year-old birthday. Marlene &amp;amp; Arlin had us over for dinner on Sunday, which was nice. I got snowshoes and a new tennis racquet for my birthday. I am excited to try both--except I don't want to try the snowshoes until next year. I play tennis on Tuesday and Thursday, and I am sure this racquet will make me better. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel that this birthday marks a new beginning for me. I have had the mindset that when I am feeling better I will begin to accomplish more. Well, I do feel better, but I don't want to wait until I feel great, because I don't know when that will happen--and many, many people live their lives not feeling great. So--now that I am 50, I am wise enough to move on--to make plans and goals.&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/6104927834973678825-3682546505693795305?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3682546505693795305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3682546505693795305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3682546505693795305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3682546505693795305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/04/12-century-of-living.html' title='1/2 Century of Living!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SfWx-pULfOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dr9AVDPoDig/s72-c/4-27-09+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-2963035919716089034</id><published>2009-04-16T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:04:38.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am feeling sad today because I finally realized that a friend of many years does not feel the same fondness for me that I feel for her.  I am very blessed with loyal and loving friends, so I guess I shouldn't be greedy.  But we have had such a past, I am reluctant to give her up.  But it is time-- before I become annoying.  Cathy once told me that you can't be "everybuddy's buddy."  Probably true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a more happy note, tonight is Jacque's wedding shower with our Falcon Park Ward--so we will see many old and dear friends.  Clair is hosting--and she sure knows how to throw a party!  We will have a great time, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-2963035919716089034?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/2963035919716089034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=2963035919716089034' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2963035919716089034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/2963035919716089034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-sad.html' title='Feeling Sad'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8692859452601642079</id><published>2009-04-14T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:17:50.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break at Glen &amp; Laura's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryce, Kate and I decided to go to San Diego for Spring Break--Laura and Glen had encouraged us to come and visit, so we decided to go.  Then Jacque decided that she would like to go on one last family fling before her wedding.  Then Clint decided that he would go with us--so of course we called Caroline to see if she could manage a short break.  Luckily, Utah State was running at UCLA that weekend, so she came with us and drove to watch her distance runners on Friday evening.  Anyway--the whole family went!  That was more than Glen and Laura had bargained for, but when we planned to rent a condo, Laura insisted we stay with them--and it was very fun.  We so appreciate their hospitality.  We enjoyed visiting with them and spending time together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SeS1A2-BUGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w7_sPQiz8pI/s1600-h/4.14.09+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324579685819043938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SeS1A2-BUGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w7_sPQiz8pI/s400/4.14.09+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SeS0sK7NRoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pc7_YbhkUdI/s1600-h/4.14.09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324579330398701186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SeS0sK7NRoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pc7_YbhkUdI/s400/4.14.09+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia, Kate, Jacque and me at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SeS0RVA9wjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zqnXMPR47Hw/s1600-h/4.14.09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324578869250736690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SeS0RVA9wjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zqnXMPR47Hw/s400/4.14.09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caroline, Olivia, Kate, Clint &amp;amp; Bryce waiting for our traditional lunch at Ruby's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6104927834973678825-8692859452601642079?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8692859452601642079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8692859452601642079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8692859452601642079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8692859452601642079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-at-glen-laura.html' title='Spring Break at Glen &amp;amp; Laura&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SeS1A2-BUGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w7_sPQiz8pI/s72-c/4.14.09+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3823555372775560472</id><published>2009-03-25T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:22:44.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate turned 16 on Sunday, but we spent the entire weekend celebrating!  Jacque decorated the house.  Friday night Kate's girlfriends came to dinner, went to the spa and home for cake and movies.  Saturday night another group of friends kidnapped her and took her to a surprise party.  Sunday we enjoyed going to the temple dedication, then had cake and ice cream in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Much love to my sweet 16 girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco8XF1oKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IbwVHBOCwAo/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317128677466057058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco8XF1oKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IbwVHBOCwAo/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco775fzCSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-oGSnsKx2w8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317128210296801570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco775fzCSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-oGSnsKx2w8/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco7fUI1dPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xzwzyvzm3gk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317127719232042226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco7fUI1dPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xzwzyvzm3gk/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the cardboard boy standing in the background.  Jacque gave him to Kate for her first date!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco6_oQTccI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FTcZYR4T_eQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317127174876262850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco6_oQTccI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FTcZYR4T_eQ/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6104927834973678825-3823555372775560472?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3823555372775560472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3823555372775560472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3823555372775560472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3823555372775560472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-kate.html' title='Happy Birthday Kate!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sco8XF1oKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IbwVHBOCwAo/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8493871833712476626</id><published>2009-03-21T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:03:25.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother/Son Las Vegas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryce was out of town last week, so on a whim I asked Clint if he wanted to go to Las Vegas with me to watch the Cougars and the Utes play in the Mountain West B-ball Tournament.  If you know Clint, you know that he was perfectly happy to drop everything to take a quick trip.  Since I am so slow to post this, everyone knows that our plan to watch BYU and Utah in the finals did not happen, in fact all Utah teams are now out of the NCAA tournament.  But the trip was still fun.  We stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel, walked all around UNLV campus, ate some good food, cheered for the Cougars as they lost to San Diego State, kind of cheered for the Utes as they beat Wyoming, and then came home early because we didn't really want to watch Utah and San Diego State play in the finals.  Anyway, I am glad that my son still likes to be with me (or at least is nice and acts like he is having a good time!)  We didn't take a single picture, so we took this picture on Sunday to document our trip!  Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ScT_v58qLSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TXQ_syKe6Is/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315654658678205730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ScT_v58qLSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TXQ_syKe6Is/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caroline came home Saturday night from her Spring Break Cruise.  She had fun and we enjoyed having her home for a day.  This is their silly picture after Sunday dinner.  Caroline's friend Tyler had dinner with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ScT_XiyqLlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wwZkW8ne2hE/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315654240145387090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ScT_XiyqLlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wwZkW8ne2hE/s400/045.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/6104927834973678825-8493871833712476626?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8493871833712476626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8493871833712476626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8493871833712476626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8493871833712476626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/03/motherson-las-vegas-trip.html' title='Mother/Son Las Vegas Trip'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/ScT_v58qLSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TXQ_syKe6Is/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4876042195847992115</id><published>2009-03-09T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:34:06.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids and Wise Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SbVQINcQADI/AAAAAAAAAGw/850X0uE8mIM/s1600-h/03-09-2009+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239437530693682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SbVQINcQADI/AAAAAAAAAGw/850X0uE8mIM/s400/03-09-2009+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christy and Cory came for dinner yesterday. Our house was busier than usual with four active kids about. They are such fun children--and they say the cutest things. I enjoyed spending time with them and visiting with Cory and Christy. I am impressed with their parenting and the efforts they are making in these difficult times to guide their children and give them opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Notice the McDonalds hat! He wanted to wear it for the picture. He had great fun playing with the McDonalds play set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-4876042195847992115?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4876042195847992115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4876042195847992115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4876042195847992115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4876042195847992115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-kids-and-wise-parents.html' title='Cute Kids and Wise Parents'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SbVQINcQADI/AAAAAAAAAGw/850X0uE8mIM/s72-c/03-09-2009+141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5323780435068894745</id><published>2009-03-02T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:31:39.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Drivers License</title><content type='html'>One more sort of negative blog, and then I promise to be positive for the next few.  Ha!  I kind of had an incident at the Drivers License Bureau.  Now, a week later, it is starting to seem a little humorous.  In my defense, I was starting to feel frazzled before I ever walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacque and I planned to go get a new drivers license.  Hers had expired and mine was stolen when my purse was stolen out of my car.  I had spent the morning working and answering my Tax guy's questions and helping Bryce with a few things via the phone because he was in Grand Junction.  So my mind was already buzzing  a little from extended concentration and working.  I was supposed to meet Jacque for lunch at 1:00--and as I was driving down the street, I realized I did not have any ID with me.  So I turned around, went home and got my passport.  Now I was really late.  I called Jacque and hurried to meet her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice, quick lunch--then left to go........we weren't sure where, because the office we are familiar with has moved.  So we tried calling information.  I was given the occupational license bureau.  We drove to the old location to look at the sign telling about the move.  It was gone.  We tried my fancy navigation system in my car--to no avail.  I tried information again, this time emphasizing the word "drivers" license.  Finally, the right number!  I listened to 7 recorded messages, none of them gave locations or addresses.  I waited 5 minutes for the operator--who finally gave me the new address in a voice that said, "I have done this a million times and I hate my job." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have avoided all this if I had only gone online before I left.  But I didn't, so an hour later we finally are driving to the new DMV.  This took 30 minutes because the street it is on does not go through, so you have to go around side streets.  Should have taken the freeway.  Walked in, waited, had to fill out all the papers even though this is only a replacement.  "It doesn't matter--we need all the information,"  in a voice that said I have done this a million times and I hate my job.  Pay my fees.  Have to explain every medicine I am on because I was honest on the form.  She tells me I probably will receive a doctor's form in the mail.  (My doctor couldn't believe it when I told him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally make it to the counter to actually get my license.  He tells me I have to have a new picture.  I look at him in disbelief.  I love my old picture.  I actually look good.  I did not prepare to have a new picture taken.  Sorry.  Rules.  Have to have a new picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something snapped.  I took the new picture.  I looked mad.  The technition said,  "Let's take another picture, that doesn't even look like you."  The following were my exact words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want another picture.  The picture looks exactly how I feel.  My purse is stolen and then I come here and you put me through hell to replace my license.  Keep the picture.  I AM mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, Jacque asks me if the above words qualify as swearing, because she had never heard me swear before.  I agreed that it probably did.  I don't really swear, so it didn't surprise me that in 21 years she had not heard me swear.  When Bryce heard the story he declared that it did not qualify as swearing.  Because the whole incident is out of character for me, my family doesn't know whether to be shocked or amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my license expires in August--so I can get a new picture.  If I get pulled over before then, I am afraid the officer will think I am an escaped prisoner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-5323780435068894745?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5323780435068894745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5323780435068894745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5323780435068894745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5323780435068894745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-drivers-license.html' title='New Drivers License'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5860895270841612707</id><published>2009-02-23T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:41:41.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleep is one of those delights that I did not appreciate until it was lost.  I used to be such a good sleeper!  Now, even sleeping pills only help me marginally.  I generally sleep about 5 hours per night.  Last night was worse than usual--I woke up about 1:00 am and then was in and out the rest of the night.  I really do try to stay positive about the changes that have occured in my life, but I think it is okay to vent once in awhile--and I miss feeling sleepy and sleeping well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, on the positive side, I would never have thought that I could function on 5 hours of sleep, and I do.  And, at least now, those 5 hours of sleep that I do get are a deep, sound sleep, generally.  That is certainly an improvement over 6 months ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, if you are a great sleeper, I am so glad.  If you are not, welcome to the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-5860895270841612707?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5860895270841612707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5860895270841612707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5860895270841612707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5860895270841612707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-4180481463513731108</id><published>2009-02-16T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:06:03.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Dinner Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SZoxnZcULhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SmYeNUbcslM/s1600-h/2.17.09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606064096488978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SZoxnZcULhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SmYeNUbcslM/s400/2.17.09+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am back into "Sunday dinner is best shared with family and friends" mode. A couple of weeks ago Eric Lott came, but I forgot to take a picture. Yesterday, my cute niece Anna and her husband Scott came. We had such fun eating and visiting. Bryce's side of the family is not as much into blogging, so I have to work harder to stay in touch with their lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--Christy and Cory--are you next? Will you drive this far to come to Sunday dinner? Everyone within reasonable driving distance should expect an invitation!&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/6104927834973678825-4180481463513731108?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/4180481463513731108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=4180481463513731108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4180481463513731108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/4180481463513731108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-dinner-revisited.html' title='Sunday Dinner Revisited'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SZoxnZcULhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SmYeNUbcslM/s72-c/2.17.09+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5298787330602115377</id><published>2009-02-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:50:02.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SZhUL_3HLbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/a8bVwCzUaJM/s1600-h/2.13.09+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303081126326644146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SZhUL_3HLbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/a8bVwCzUaJM/s400/2.13.09+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our lives have pretty much centered around dance for the last month. I am glad that Kate is so dedicated--she has to be at the school at 6:00 am--then for the past 3 weeks she has had practice at 3:30 after school--often not getting home until 8:00 or later. Did I mention Saturdays? Anyway, this past week was her Dance Concert. I attended Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights. Thursday night all of the above family joined me to watch her dance. We ALL agreed that she is the most talented and beautiful dancer in the company. She just rolls her eyes and appreciates that her family loves her and thinks that she is wonderful. (She really is the best dancer! Ha!)&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/6104927834973678825-5298787330602115377?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5298787330602115377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5298787330602115377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5298787330602115377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5298787330602115377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing-finale.html' title='Dancing Finale'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SZhUL_3HLbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/a8bVwCzUaJM/s72-c/2.13.09+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5377475785789488911</id><published>2009-02-07T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:24:02.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Days in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryce and I went to Orlando with our friends for a couple of days.  We had fun at Kennedy Space Center, Universal Studios and we really liked this air boat ride.  When I was Relief Society President, Julie and Nancy were my counselors.  We became good friends, and now we travel together occasionally!  Thanks to Jacque for taking Kate to her 6:00 am dance company practices.  We were gone right in the middle of the bad inversion, so it was good timing for a dose of theraputic sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SY20G4oA84I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Arnk4s5jVO0/s1600-h/02052009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090366857376642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SY20G4oA84I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Arnk4s5jVO0/s400/02052009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SY2zw8dRnFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XSF9dOqNQ0A/s1600-h/02052009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300089989928950866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SY2zw8dRnFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XSF9dOqNQ0A/s400/02052009+013.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/6104927834973678825-5377475785789488911?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5377475785789488911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5377475785789488911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5377475785789488911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5377475785789488911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-days-in-sun.html' title='A Few Days in the Sun'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SY20G4oA84I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Arnk4s5jVO0/s72-c/02052009+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8765442023272193637</id><published>2009-01-18T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:54:20.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kate had her New Beginnings program at the church last &lt;span &gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; evening.  I really love the Young Women events--New Beginnings, Evening of Excellence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; Recognition--they are such positive reinforcements in the lives of young women.  She has good leaders in this ward, and a good group of girls.  Of course it is not perfect and they don't all get along all of the time, but for the most part they are a good group.  It reminds me that I am glad we moved to this ward to give her this experience.  In two months Kate will be a Laurel.  My baby will be a Laurel!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SXOiovKYk_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fzCVec4POoI/s1600-h/January+18+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292752807828952050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SXOiovKYk_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fzCVec4POoI/s400/January+18+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am glad I can share these events with Kate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SXOh9YGRuDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kMEDlBGcx3s/s1600-h/January+18+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292752062903334962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SXOh9YGRuDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kMEDlBGcx3s/s400/January+18+196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate with two of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6104927834973678825-8765442023272193637?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8765442023272193637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8765442023272193637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8765442023272193637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8765442023272193637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SXOiovKYk_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fzCVec4POoI/s72-c/January+18+198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8252750528398881575</id><published>2009-01-13T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:58:22.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SW1imz2lMOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CmIB7Fm3qo8/s1600-h/Dad+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290993556123889890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SW1imz2lMOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CmIB7Fm3qo8/s400/Dad+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Dad!  I love and miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-8252750528398881575?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8252750528398881575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8252750528398881575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8252750528398881575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8252750528398881575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dad-i-love-and-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SW1imz2lMOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CmIB7Fm3qo8/s72-c/Dad+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-518015809357098032</id><published>2008-12-29T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:33:03.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SVjsXrrvjAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5t5PwCbtplw/s1600-h/dallin+%26+jacque+377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285234054326619138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SVjsXrrvjAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5t5PwCbtplw/s400/dallin+%26+jacque+377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jacque is engaged! Dallin proposed Christmas Day. She is very happy and they are planning a May wedding.&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/6104927834973678825-518015809357098032?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/518015809357098032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=518015809357098032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/518015809357098032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/518015809357098032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/12/jacque-is-engaged-dallin-proposed.html' title='Engaged!'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SVjsXrrvjAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5t5PwCbtplw/s72-c/dallin+%26+jacque+377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3298249855227261369</id><published>2008-11-18T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:12:40.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-time BYU Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SSN_DbYIp2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bS8hAmxO9QA/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270195685818935138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SSN_DbYIp2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bS8hAmxO9QA/s400/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since this is the big rivalry week, I believe a post on football is begging to be created.  For the past (I can't even remember when we started) we have been attending BYU home football games with our friends in the picture above.  Sometimes if we can get tickets, we will attend the BYU/Utah game at Utah--but not usually.  We have had such fun traveling down to Provo, going to dinner or lunch and trying really hard to make it in time for the opening prayer.  Don 't get me wrong, we love that they pray at BYU football games.  We just have a little fun with the fact that it is probably one of the very few stadiums where the football game begins with a prayer, so we always kid that we know we are on time if we make it for the prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Norm actually graduated from the U, so he compromises by never standing for the BYU fight song.  When BYU plays Utah, he cheers for the team that would gain the most by winning.  This year he is obviously cheering for Utah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think that I am just beginning to really understand the significance of traditions in our lives.  I love the tradition that we have created of spending a few Saturdays together each fall.   We sit together in all kinds of weather.  We visit, we cheer and we share the fun of winning and the frustration of losing.  I hope that we can continue for many years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-3298249855227261369?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3298249855227261369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3298249855227261369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3298249855227261369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3298249855227261369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time-byu-fans.html' title='Long-time BYU Fans'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SSN_DbYIp2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bS8hAmxO9QA/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-1919781203858334309</id><published>2008-11-09T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:25:00.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Arlin &amp; Leslie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Sunday we had Leslie &amp;amp; Jon and family and Arlin &amp;amp; Marlene over for a birthday dinner.  Fun to celebrate with family!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SRb_xdgkrcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2medjAUnZhI/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266678039456296386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SRb_xdgkrcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2medjAUnZhI/s400/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SRb_aIR7GWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aRgD1Ue3ykw/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266677638620715362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SRb_aIR7GWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aRgD1Ue3ykw/s400/132.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/6104927834973678825-1919781203858334309?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/1919781203858334309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=1919781203858334309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1919781203858334309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/1919781203858334309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-arlin-leslie.html' title='Happy Birthday Arlin &amp; Leslie'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SRb_xdgkrcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2medjAUnZhI/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-9028297583099847470</id><published>2008-10-28T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:54:12.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We contemplated many options for Kate's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UEA&lt;/span&gt; vacation. We finally decided to stay downtown Salt Lake City. Exciting, huh? It really was fun. We started by spending a few hours at the Humanitarian Center preparing school bags. Then we spent two nights at the Grand America. Really classy! We went shopping at Gateway, went to Body Worlds, also went to "Thriller" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Odyssey&lt;/span&gt; Dance. A fun, not-far-from home vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SQes4h1Y13I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ikyovlxlzOI/s1600-h/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262364776760661874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SQes4h1Y13I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ikyovlxlzOI/s400/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate &amp;amp; I at Gateway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SQeswlPFOqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dDxce9qb_RI/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262364640234781346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SQeswlPFOqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dDxce9qb_RI/s400/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bryce, Kate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kendyl&lt;/span&gt; in front of the Humanitarian Center&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; October 6 was Mom's birthday, and as I tried to stay positive, I realized that I wanted to be with my sisters. So last weekend, I drove to Idaho and we went to the Twin Falls temple together (without Kerry, who broke her foot.) Then Kerry joined us for dinner where I forgot to take a picture. So Kerry is not represented in the picture, but she was really with us. I enjoyed being with my dear sisters and appreciate Cathy letting me stay for two nights. Sunday night Cathy had root beer floats at her house, and Tim came over--so I felt as if I had all my siblings close for a couple of days. Very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SQesl96059I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FeVExKbkwL0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262364457882150866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SQesl96059I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FeVExKbkwL0/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-9028297583099847470?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/9028297583099847470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=9028297583099847470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/9028297583099847470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/9028297583099847470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-contemplated-many-options-for-kates.html' title='October Trips'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SQes4h1Y13I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ikyovlxlzOI/s72-c/144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5706348092595742953</id><published>2008-10-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:04:50.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate &amp; Tennis</title><content type='html'>Kate finished her tennis season last week with the JV Region Tournament.  She had a great season, and although it was very, very busy with tennis, dance, school, church &amp;amp; home--she did it--and we all enjoyed the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SOkOuEft9-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bgCk09q7ZcE/s1600-h/Kate+Tennis+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253746624947943394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SOkOuEft9-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bgCk09q7ZcE/s400/Kate+Tennis+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Brooke's wedding, so Jacque watched her at the tournament, and bought her these flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SOkOUa0DjWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tP9zALJ7oW4/s1600-h/Kate+Tennis+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253746184262225250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SOkOUa0DjWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tP9zALJ7oW4/s400/Kate+Tennis+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SOkN7O-WIhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mV2RdnERXAQ/s1600-h/Kate+Tennis+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253745751587430930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SOkN7O-WIhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mV2RdnERXAQ/s400/Kate+Tennis+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is a smart player which makes up for her size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (Although she actually has a lot of power for her size!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6104927834973678825-5706348092595742953?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5706348092595742953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5706348092595742953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5706348092595742953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5706348092595742953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/10/kate-tennis.html' title='Kate &amp; Tennis'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SOkOuEft9-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bgCk09q7ZcE/s72-c/Kate+Tennis+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-5033034416800683627</id><published>2008-09-16T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:49:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country One More Year</title><content type='html'>Last year we decided to travel to as many of Caroline's cross country and track meets as we could, since it was her last year.  Bryce, Jacque and I (in some combination) went to Indiana, Oregon, California and Idaho to watch Caroline run.  Clint, Kate and Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Berry joined us in Logan and Provo for those meets.  We really enjoyed watching what we thought was her final year for Utah State.  Well, after graduating last spring, Caroline has struggled to decide what to do with her life.  A serious relationship ended.  She discovered from student teaching that she did not want to be a teacher right now.  Cutting hair during the summer was okay, but not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She red-shirted one year during cross-country when she was sick, so she had one more year of eligibility left.  Her coaches talked to her all summer about coming back to Utah State to run in the fall.  They offered her full tuition, books, fees and money each month.  They wanted her to be captain of the team.  Although she had thought that she was done with Logan, she finally decided to go back to run and work on a master's degree in exercise science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are attending more meets!  Last week-end we went to Provo for the BYU invitational.  Caroline got 10th.  She looked great.  I think she is still thinking she may come back to SLC after fall, but she is not sure.  This is an exciting time of life, but a difficult one.  I am sure she will work it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_frkmnQDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_OwZISLd-n8/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658030562918450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_frkmnQDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_OwZISLd-n8/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y Mountain!  A beautiful day for a track meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_fOQr47vI/AAAAAAAAADw/8lB7xNeqR3M/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657527000133362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_fOQr47vI/AAAAAAAAADw/8lB7xNeqR3M/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caroline coming down the home stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_e1aRs5MI/AAAAAAAAADo/m-v81b7geWs/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657100077917378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_e1aRs5MI/AAAAAAAAADo/m-v81b7geWs/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_ebtPorCI/AAAAAAAAADg/J9ng_XdIoME/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246656658492927010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_ebtPorCI/AAAAAAAAADg/J9ng_XdIoME/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were glad Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa could come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6104927834973678825-5033034416800683627?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/5033034416800683627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=5033034416800683627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5033034416800683627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/5033034416800683627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/09/cross-country-one-more-year.html' title='Cross Country One More Year'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SM_frkmnQDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_OwZISLd-n8/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6670568854090951703</id><published>2008-09-11T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:04:11.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SMlCVQsFMkI/AAAAAAAAADY/vHvcn7DxMYo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796174074196546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SMlCVQsFMkI/AAAAAAAAADY/vHvcn7DxMYo/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SMlB6bST0DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U17HQ_dXi6Y/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244795713062424626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SMlB6bST0DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U17HQ_dXi6Y/s400/Lake+Powell+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Sherman, the famous Civil War General, evidently had some emotional problems at some point in his life. He was able to heal, and he went on to become an important factor in the Civil War. He was also close friends with General (President) Grant. Sherman was later quoted as saying about that friendship, "He stood by me when I was crazy and I stood by him when he was drunk, and we have been standing by each other ever since."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it has been 7 months since my surgery and since my body/mind decided that I could not handle any more change or loss. I honestly don't know how Bryce has been able to be so supportive about a sickness that I know he does not understand, because I don't understand it. My friend Clair has also been with me every step of the way. When I told her the Sherman story, she calmly said, "well, I guess that makes me the drunk one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am doing much better, and I have hope that I will continue to improve. Bryce, Clair, Cathy, Jacque and many others have really helped me survive the last 7 months. Thank you for your visits, calls, prayers, love and food. I feel very blessed with the relationships in my life.&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/6104927834973678825-6670568854090951703?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6670568854090951703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6670568854090951703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6670568854090951703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6670568854090951703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/09/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SMlCVQsFMkI/AAAAAAAAADY/vHvcn7DxMYo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-696715407682051796</id><published>2008-09-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:40:41.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>If I had to choose one thing that I like about boating, more than anything else--I would have to choose isolation.  When I am in a boat with my family in the middle of Lake Powell, we really are distraction free.  I wouldn't want it that way for too long.  But for a few days, it really is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline couldn't go, and we missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL68XN4dddI/AAAAAAAAADI/wAZLMXOzQFg/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241834123355321810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL68XN4dddI/AAAAAAAAADI/wAZLMXOzQFg/s400/Lake+Powell+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL676-gHvWI/AAAAAAAAADA/mVOEBtcBvFY/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241833638190366050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL676-gHvWI/AAAAAAAAADA/mVOEBtcBvFY/s400/Lake+Powell+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL67Zk_GdwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/b23iagX7kEE/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241833064405300994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL67Zk_GdwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/b23iagX7kEE/s400/Lake+Powell+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL669WYZM8I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ypj-v8DuozU/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832579448517570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL669WYZM8I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ypj-v8DuozU/s400/Lake+Powell+019.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL66iAQ5gEI/AAAAAAAAACo/n5_wwKZbRCI/s1600-h/Lake+Powell+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832109655031874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL66iAQ5gEI/AAAAAAAAACo/n5_wwKZbRCI/s400/Lake+Powell+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-696715407682051796?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/696715407682051796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=696715407682051796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/696715407682051796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/696715407682051796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/09/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SL68XN4dddI/AAAAAAAAADI/wAZLMXOzQFg/s72-c/Lake+Powell+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-6513670605566391752</id><published>2008-08-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:41:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SKBcTI3Oe3I/AAAAAAAAACg/mAB0xK-dnYI/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233284250870905714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SKBcTI3Oe3I/AAAAAAAAACg/mAB0xK-dnYI/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday I hiked to Dog Lake with my friends Jill and Miyo.  I have only gone on a few hikes this summer because of my fragile knee, but my hiking friends have been great to slow down so I can enjoy hiking with them once in awhile.  This hike took about 3 hours which is the longest I have done.  I use the hiking poles which takes some pressure off my knee, especially on the downhill.  I love hiking in our beautiful mountains, and I look forward to when I am 100% so I can resume a full hiking schedule.  I tell them that next summer they will be running to keep up with me!  Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-6513670605566391752?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/6513670605566391752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=6513670605566391752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6513670605566391752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/6513670605566391752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiking-therapy.html' title='Hiking Therapy'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SKBcTI3Oe3I/AAAAAAAAACg/mAB0xK-dnYI/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-3091863062203204652</id><published>2008-07-29T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:09:03.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Dinner Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SI-OY19AEiI/AAAAAAAAACY/01KtdexRP84/s1600-h/Gym+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228554249851376162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SI-OY19AEiI/AAAAAAAAACY/01KtdexRP84/s400/Gym+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SI-OB4ZWFhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CM4InXbfHn4/s1600-h/Gym+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228553855370139154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SI-OB4ZWFhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CM4InXbfHn4/s400/Gym+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I announced a couple of Sundays ago, that I was going to blog about Sunday dinner.  Sunday dinner while I was growing up was a nice occasion and I enjoyed gathering with my family to eat and talk.  Over the years, having various family members who live in Utah or are attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; come for Sunday dinner, has created some nice memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with those happy thoughts, I took a couple of pictures and sat down to eat.  Sunday dinner that day did not match my mental image.  Instead of happy conversation, we had heated debate.  Instead of uplifting gospel discussion, we had rather irreverent speculation.  When my children do not agree with each other or with Bryce and I, they are not shy about vehemently supporting their position.  I decided not to blog that day--I wondered if Sunday dinner is all that I thought it was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I decided that our Sunday dinners are never boring.  And--my children are all bright and opinionated.  And--even though I have the quiet, calm Newman genes, Bryce and my children have the loud, lively Berry genes--and I guess I wouldn't have it any other way.&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/6104927834973678825-3091863062203204652?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/3091863062203204652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=3091863062203204652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3091863062203204652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/3091863062203204652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-dinner-dilemma.html' title='Sunday Dinner Dilemma'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SI-OY19AEiI/AAAAAAAAACY/01KtdexRP84/s72-c/Gym+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-8758628343672790343</id><published>2008-07-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:34:14.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went with Bryce to Grand Junction this week for the first time since my surgery.  Bryce would tell me how good the gym looked, but I really enjoyed seeing it for myself.  Everyone involved has done a good job.  Bryce should be very proud of all of his work.  The "official" grand opening is this Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SH1cgBSK6tI/AAAAAAAAACI/xE_vvD6XgQ4/s1600-h/Gym+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223432847989861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SH1cgBSK6tI/AAAAAAAAACI/xE_vvD6XgQ4/s400/Gym+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SH1cCd0uJII/AAAAAAAAACA/D28QfF3xUHE/s1600-h/Gym+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223432340254893186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SH1cCd0uJII/AAAAAAAAACA/D28QfF3xUHE/s400/Gym+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SH1bFri0i9I/AAAAAAAAABw/PBZCJrp21gA/s1600-h/Gym+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431295965891538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SH1bFri0i9I/AAAAAAAAABw/PBZCJrp21gA/s400/Gym+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-8758628343672790343?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/8758628343672790343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=8758628343672790343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8758628343672790343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/8758628343672790343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-with-bryce-to-grand-junction.html' title=''/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SH1cgBSK6tI/AAAAAAAAACI/xE_vvD6XgQ4/s72-c/Gym+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-636312071258195210</id><published>2008-07-08T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:31:41.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup half empty or half full?</title><content type='html'>I never would think of myself as a negative person.  In fact, I consider myself an optimistic, positive person.  However, lately I have come to realize that my "conservative" attitude toward money, time, and many other issues (not political issues, where I am definitely more moderate) could be considered negative.  So, I have decided to challenge my thought process and try to identify and eliminate the negative.  (Not solid common sense which is, of course, needed, but unnecessary negative thoughts that come just because something is outside of my comfort zone or unfamiliar to me.)  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 members of this household are registered to participate in the spudman triathalon at the end of July.  Of the 3, Bryce is somewhat ready, Jacque is trying to catch up on training so that she will be ready, and I am not sure where Clint is in readiness.  Bryce went biking with Jacque the other evening to give her some helpful hints.  They look good, and isn't that half the battle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SHQfafzPeoI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q-z7TEZ821A/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220832408102730370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SHQfafzPeoI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q-z7TEZ821A/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104927834973678825-636312071258195210?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/636312071258195210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=636312071258195210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/636312071258195210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/636312071258195210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/07/cup-half-empty-or-half-full.html' title='Cup half empty or half full?'/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SHQfafzPeoI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q-z7TEZ821A/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104927834973678825.post-848300494772755471</id><published>2008-07-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:42:02.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SGwRthF2H8I/AAAAAAAAABY/xT8xgE9OB4I/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have enjoyed reading the blogs of my family very much--and have thought for a long time that I would like to join the ranks of bloggers--so here I am. And since I am the only member of my immediate family who blogs, I will take the liberty of writing about my husband and children in this blog as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacque returned from Hawaii last Friday, and we have all enjoyed having her home. Today, even though it is already July, we went boating as a family for the first time this year. Weather, schedules and our hectic lives have delayed us this year. We got up EARLY (we have to get the best water) and went to Jordanelle. The water and weather were great and we had a fun time.&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://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SGwOB1gVGTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FAz6RsBnatE/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218561492920899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SGwOB1gVGTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FAz6RsBnatE/s400/051.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/6104927834973678825-848300494772755471?l=picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/feeds/848300494772755471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104927834973678825&amp;postID=848300494772755471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/848300494772755471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104927834973678825/posts/default/848300494772755471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesprose-janell.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-enjoyed-reading-blogs-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Janell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PejU50PtT3A/Sgt0eREFSxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/krvO63eautA/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PejU50PtT3A/SGwOB1gVGTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FAz6RsBnatE/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
