<?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-1323391392085911598</id><updated>2012-01-15T21:50:26.892-07:00</updated><category term='complaints'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='in the kitchen'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='projects'/><category term='love'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Matt &amp; Betsy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-2119401368538659972</id><published>2011-12-09T16:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:49:45.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>most random post ever.</title><content type='html'>this post is going to be full of&lt;strong&gt; really&lt;/strong&gt; important and good information. there will be no theme and it will probably be the most exciting thing you've ever read. you are definitely going to want to pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here we go...let's just get the inevitable out of the way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684272243578995650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTrQve4S94s/TuKXfS0jg8I/AAAAAAAAA-k/-VYbq5hNoVM/s320/Betsy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here i am at 20 weeks. i actually thought i was 19 weeks but when we went to the dr for our 20 week appointment they changed my due date. i'm now due april 18th. if you need help remembering that day just think of a day that is extremely far away and you'll probably be close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we also found out the gender of this little human growing inside me...we are VERY excited about it! no seriously, i almost cried. it's a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everyone told us it was a boy...even strangers. which i think is particularly odd considering i would NEVER walk up to a woman and tell her she looked like she was pregnant...with a boy. creepiest thing ever. i then proceeded to tell her i wasn't pregnant. it was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am quite a bit larger now than i was in above photo and that was also confirmed when i stepped on the scale at my appointment. total weight gain so far: 20 pounds. to make me feel better about this, the ultrasound tech assured me that our little baby was growing well. our child is weighing in at a whopping 14 ounces. awesome. soooo what is the cause for the other 19 pounds 2 ounces i've gained? perhaps it has something to do with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684275186812749314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeC8pw8joBA/TuKaKnOKhgI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-Ef66yXTur8/s320/pie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;apple pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made apple pie a few times in the last couple of weeks. it's delicious. and it is especially tasty when paired with vanilla ice cream. for breakfast. for three days in a row. i'm a health nut...with all the fruit and dairy i consume for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, a few awkward things...and moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684272248608633858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHk01bALIfQ/TuKXfljttAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/AsGLbfIu6Oo/s320/chia.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;obama chia pet--i snapped this cutie picture off my tv...the commercial was THAT long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-being told you look like you're going to pop by the man making your sandwich at quiznos. he didn't speak much english.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-the two grown men chasing each other around target last night...with knee pads on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-ugly cry face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i told you this was going to be a really special post....anything awkward happen to you lately?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-2119401368538659972?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2119401368538659972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=2119401368538659972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2119401368538659972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2119401368538659972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/12/most-random-post-ever.html' title='most random post ever.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTrQve4S94s/TuKXfS0jg8I/AAAAAAAAA-k/-VYbq5hNoVM/s72-c/Betsy2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6364303636329370437</id><published>2011-11-14T19:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:25:11.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward? most definitely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have been so craptacular at blogging lately.  i keep telling myself i will get better and then i never do. but maybe, just maybe i will really get better this time....but probably not.  because i'd rather sit on my couch and eat cheesecake and watch food network.  there seems to be a theme lately at our house...food. which is really strange because i cooked dinner for the first time in weeks tonight.  there is just a lot of thinking...and eating.  which might be why i have gained 15 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on that note....here are a few more awesome (aka awkward) things that have happened lately:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. sitting on the toilet to urinate at work and realizing you didn't lock the door...and you work with all males.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. when you can smell the cologne of the teenage boys in the car next to you with the windows up...seriously, is there even still oxygen in there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. giving urine samples at the doctor's office through that little pass-through door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. when the nurse on the other side has left her side of the pass-through door open and you make eye contact for a good 10 seconds....hey lady...here is a cup of my pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. being so sore from playing volleyball you literally cannot walk...10 minutes into playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. gaining 15 pounds in 17 weeks. holla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. listening to your ipod on shuffle and knowing all the words to Aaron Carter's, "That's How I Beat Shaq." why is that song still in existence?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. arriving at a restaurant before your date and having the hostess stumble over asking you if you're alone...or if you'd like a table for 1...or if you're dining solo.  ummm no, but if i was you would NOT be helping the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. taking photos of yourself...see end of post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. when someone comes into your office and talks your ear off for 15 minutes...then ends the conversation by saying, "i slept a lot this last week...my body is changing. i'm going through menopause." ummm. ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and that's all.  and to add to the awkwardness i'm going to include a photo of me.  15 pounds heavier than normal. and if that's not embarrassing, i don't know what is. anything awkward happen to you this week? or ummm month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tom2NWFZh54/TsHaMWbWtGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/zna5sRVCK9w/s320/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675056911177135202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i couldn't smile and take the picture...i tried. and it was lopsided and cut off my head more than it did in this photo. i don't really want to kill someone..that's just how my face looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-6364303636329370437?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6364303636329370437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=6364303636329370437&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6364303636329370437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6364303636329370437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkward-most-definitely.html' title='awkward? most definitely.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tom2NWFZh54/TsHaMWbWtGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/zna5sRVCK9w/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-5669321162180962552</id><published>2011-10-21T15:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:44:10.961-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward....times a thousand.</title><content type='html'>because it's friday i thought i would squeeze two blog posts into one.. first, let's get the important post out of the way... i'm pretty sure it's no secret, but i am with child. (i've ALWAYS wanted to say that and be serious...because it's the weirdest way to say "i'm pregnant.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are SO excited! this little babe is due in April....and while that seems SO far away we know it will be here before we know it! i am just going to warn you...i am a complainer....sooooo April might not come as soon for you. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on....to something equally as important...awkward moments. now some of these have to do with the miniature semi-human looking organism that has taken up residence in my body and some have to do with just me and how awkward i am in normal life. oh and i've been told my numerous people that being pregnant magnifies and multiplies the number of awkward moments to ever happen to a person, and since i am about 9 times more prone to awkwardness than the average human i think we're in for a real enjoyable ride. here goesssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. trying to explain to the flight attendant that the two older gentlemen you were flying with were your dad and uncle...not your significant others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. when the nurse at the doctor's office refers to your husband as "the father" because she doesn't think you're married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. throwing up in places other than the toilet...like mixing bowls....or target bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. answering the door after devouring a whole bag of frozen blueberries...oh hi neighbor....yes i do know how to brush my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. making small talk with someone because no one else in the group is responding to any of their statements...so you pretend to be interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. when someone says, "if i didn't know you were pregnant i would just think you'd gotten fat." um thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. giada on the food network.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. when the person sitting next to you on an airplane sees you have earplugs in, motions for you to take them out, then asks why you are wearing earplugs. it's so i don't have to talk to you, lady...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there you have it! anything awkward happen to you lately??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-5669321162180962552?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5669321162180962552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=5669321162180962552&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/5669321162180962552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/5669321162180962552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/10/awkwardtimes-thousand.html' title='awkward....times a thousand.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-8196014503771998490</id><published>2011-10-10T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:22:06.726-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><title type='text'>bye bye birdie.</title><content type='html'>this is a really boring, pictureless post...but a real nice story nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have had some pretty chilly weather here the last few days...and by chilly i mean freezing. i'm pretty sure one day we had a high of 42 degrees. oh, with rain. my favorite combination...not. i would get home from work and want to put layer upon layer of clothing on and do nothing. so that's exactly what i did. it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then remembered that turning the furnace on would probably raise the temperature of my house enough to where i'd be comfortable. (i think i was in denial that i was turning the furnace on so early in October.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wandered over to my thermostat, slid the lever to heat and waited for the every familiar smell of burning that radiates when a furnace has been off all summer. i waited....and waited...and waited. all i heard was an annoying humming noise. oh and there was no warm air coming from our vents. at this point our house was a balmy 61 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put two and two together and realized there must be a problem. i called our home warranty company and filed a claim. they said the soonest someone could be out there was the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night i did all i could to make our bedroom a little warmer. i ran a space heater, put towels at the door cracks, put 3 extra blankets on our bed, and changed our pillowcases to flannel. i also slept in slipper socks, sweat pants, a long sleeved shirt, and hooded sweatshirt. i completed the ensemble with a fleece blanket wrapped around my head to keep in some body heat. i looked awesome to say the least. unfortunately, our room was still a wee bit cold....57 degrees to be exact. neither matt nor i slept very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited anxiously for the repairman to come to our house and solve all of our problems. he showed up and i could have cried i was so happy (am i the biggest wimp you have ever met? the answer is yes...i hate being cold.) he starts poking around and informs us that there just happened to be a dead bird in our fan. i freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does a bird get into our furnace? good question. i think they just fly right in from outside...or something. i wasn't paying very good attention when he was explaining it. i was too caught up on the idea that we've had a dead bird in our furnace for who knows how long. apparently a lot of birds have this fate. sad. the repairman told us he isn't allowed to remove any fowl from our unit so he turned that over me me and matt. matt tried first and was able to get a portion of the birdie out. he then made me do all the rest...it was traumatizing. i'll spare you the details. the repairman cleaned up the area, put the parts back together and turned the machine on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was basically like a fairy tale...with us living happily ever after and all. our house has heat and yesterday i took the best 5 hour nap of my life. it was delightful...and warm....and i loved every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-8196014503771998490?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8196014503771998490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=8196014503771998490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8196014503771998490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8196014503771998490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/10/bye-bye-birdie.html' title='bye bye birdie.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7647483326818843708</id><published>2011-09-23T14:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:25:00.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>hawkward</title><content type='html'>oh hiiiiiiiii. looking for something a little awkward? read on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. when you call someone for a person reference on an application and you have the wrong number. you assume you've typed the number in wrong so you dial it again and oddly enough the same person answers and tells you that you once again, have the wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. putting a sour, cry baby gumball in your mouth at the post office. then proceeding to gleek on the person in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. pocket dialing someone while you're in the car...and treating them to a special rendition of moves like jagger....all the while being completely tone deaf. pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. when your boss says, "wow, you are REALLY good at stalking people...how do you do that?"...well it takes a lot of practice...and time....and also not having a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. the new facebook news feed...it's weird that we know what people are doing ALL the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. checking under the bed each night before you go to sleep. just trying to be cautious matt...you'll thank me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. the show dance moms on lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. watching the show dance moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. admitting you watch the show dance moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. talking in rhymes...all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there it is! every time i post i say that i'm going to do better posting, and then i never do. i'll work on that. anything awkward happen to you lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-7647483326818843708?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7647483326818843708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7647483326818843708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7647483326818843708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7647483326818843708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/09/hawkward.html' title='hawkward'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6335906715382559121</id><published>2011-09-01T15:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:30:53.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>thursday schmursday.</title><content type='html'>i am so lame. i haven't update this blog in over a month and i really don't have a good excuse as to why. but, because i have taken a little hiatus i am refreshed and revived and will get back to a normal bloggity routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured i would get back into a routine by doing my awkward thursday post! you'd think i'd have lots of awkward moments stashed away because of the long break i took....and i do. i'm not going to tell them all right now in case i have a week where i don't leave my house or something...because there are only so many awkward things that can happen to you when you're alone. unless you're me, of course. sooooooooo, here we goooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. seeing a giant of a man walking his chihuahua. and praising the dog in the highest pitched, girliest voice you've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. missing the light you were waiting for because you are staring at above man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. going to walmart and fitting in with your fellow shoppers. you know the ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. going through the wendy's drive-thru 3 times in 1 week....each time ordering the same thing...and each time having the same cashier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. falling asleep at your desk at work and waking up to find a little, tiny, few drops of drool. i must have eaten something salty right before i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. when you meet someone for the first time and they want to hug you when they meet you and when they leave. --you're my friends, cousin's roommate...we're not that close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. chewing your gum to the point it disintegrates. what do you do with it then?! swallow it? spit it out? try not to gag? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. when your auto correct on your phone makes you sound like a moron. polonium &amp;amp; bettered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. when someone asks where you got your shirt so you tell them...they then tell you it's gross and weird to go to thrift stores. oh really, well you're lame...and i don't like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. trying to make converstaion with someone that doesn't want to talk to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. ignoring a call because you don't want to talk to someone and having them call from a different number 3 minutes later and you answer. i, uhhhh, had my phone on silent when you called the first time...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well there you have it. anything awkward happen to you in the last week, orrr month??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-6335906715382559121?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6335906715382559121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=6335906715382559121&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7532140853109293124</id><published>2011-07-25T17:12:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:15:19.647-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>today is your birthday! happy day of birth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today is a very, very special day.  it is my sister tracy's birthday!  i wish so desperately that we could all be together today.  it just doesn't feel like her birthday without swimming and ice cream cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tracy is one of my very best friends.  i honestly don't know what i would do without her. growing up, she would always let me pal around with her...i'm not really sure why..(i was the most annoying kid on the planet) to baseball games, the fair, taco bell, the mall, basically anywhere she was going.  never was i happier than when i was able to hangout with my cool older sister and her friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always remember tracy getting ready for dances.  she always looked perfect and i remember thinking i would be SO lucky if i could look half as decent she did.  she is flawless (except for the nostril thing....see last photo :)) and has more fashion sense than anyone i know and she is the perfect person to go to for fashion/design questions. she is always more than willing to offer advice and she encourages me to do things i wouldn't normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember the day tracy had dawson...her water broke at my volleyball game.  of course it did, she rarely missed a sporting event of mine.  she has always been extremely supportive and happy for me in everything i've done.  i remember being so excited to go to the hospital and see my new nephew, but was shocked when i got there and saw my sister.  she had stepped into a new role and it looked as if she had been doing it her whole life.  dawson, harper, and beckham are the luckiest kids alive to have her as their mama.  i can only hope that i've observed her enough to be as good of a mom as she is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this turned into a real sappy post, but i couldn't let this day go by without wishing my best friend a happy happy birthday!  so here's to the most beautiful, funny, crafty, creative, nurturing, thrifty, and fun lady i know.  lovvvvvve you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnek8s0_1T8/Ti4Btj7trlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RXsgzl6WPoc/s1600/DSC_0513.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnek8s0_1T8/Ti4Btj7trlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RXsgzl6WPoc/s320/DSC_0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633442066138508882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSXseSTlaqk/Ti4AcyL7ShI/AAAAAAAAA9g/OrTvTb6IqIk/s1600/n777436809_2813197_1740586.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSXseSTlaqk/Ti4AcyL7ShI/AAAAAAAAA9g/OrTvTb6IqIk/s320/n777436809_2813197_1740586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633440678395202066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVGTr13HbtE/Ti3785cmCrI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/g2BlbNHYTjc/s1600/DSC_0554BW.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVGTr13HbtE/Ti3785cmCrI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/g2BlbNHYTjc/s320/DSC_0554BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633435732541835954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2qWLvhviL0/Ti3782DZ_JI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/B32xOXNzWlQ/s1600/DSC_0960.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2qWLvhviL0/Ti3782DZ_JI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/B32xOXNzWlQ/s320/DSC_0960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633435731630881938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deUzc3dmdzU/Ti378IalhvI/AAAAAAAAA84/JLGVyucorHQ/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deUzc3dmdzU/Ti378IalhvI/AAAAAAAAA84/JLGVyucorHQ/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633435719380076274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-7532140853109293124?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnek8s0_1T8/Ti4Btj7trlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RXsgzl6WPoc/s72-c/DSC_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7978413771597156489</id><published>2011-07-21T21:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:04:33.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, we are back from our fabulous (tropical...jk.) vacay to the oregon coast.  there was lots of eating, sleeping, laughing, picture taking, and bonding.  it was just the break i needed.  unfortunately, i came down with a cold the last few days of the trip and i am still sick.  we're going on day 8 of this illness and now matt has caught it. it's a real treat. fortunately, it's summertime...and warm outside so i don't feel like it's nearly as awful as getting a cold in the winter when it's frigid outside.  anyway, here are some awkward things that have happened lately:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. walking around the aquarium with &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;girl. you know, the girl that looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dS7WnDilaaw/TijzC-Mvo3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/HOCTln5Gl9A/s320/DSC_0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632018566408545138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(ps....that really is my niece. harper. this was a common sight the whole vacation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. when people wear backpacks that are WAY too small for their bodies. seriously, what can you even fit in there? a sock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. the man at baggage claim that props his leg up onto the carousel to stretch his hammies. then gets upset when the carousel starts moving. umm sir, i would like to get my bags and get outta here....do you really want to stick around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. losing your voice in the middle of summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. when someone calls your office and thinks you are a boy because your voice is 5 octaves lower than it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. trying to fall asleep on an airplane and having your head bob to the side onto the person sitting next to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. coming home from vacation with 1.5 extra suitcases.  hey, we've got a house to fill now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. laughing at an inappropriate joke and then having to explain it to the stranger next to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;there you have it. i feel like i always have really awkward experiences when i'm traveling. it's like it's prime time. between airports, airplanes, public transportation, etc. there are always some real gems mixed in there.  anything awkward happen to you lately? ohhh and if you'd like to see a little recap of our vacation visit my sister's blog &lt;a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  Plus, you should just read her blog anyways...because she's hilarious...and thrifty...and awesome. duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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day.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dS7WnDilaaw/TijzC-Mvo3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/HOCTln5Gl9A/s72-c/DSC_0983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3390960433808101829</id><published>2011-07-14T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:24:35.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>awkward at the oregon coast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;matt and i are currently out of town at the oregon coast with my family.....so this isn't my usual awkward post. here are a few (pretty) pictures from our vacation so far....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebN8jo4XzwU/Th-WeYFZIGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ienio-QqiAc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-12%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25235.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebN8jo4XzwU/Th-WeYFZIGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ienio-QqiAc/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-12%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629383507841720418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVMrGhV0h9g/Th-WeKPKVhI/AAAAAAAAA8g/5uNwA5TKcoY/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-11%2Bat%2B22.16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVMrGhV0h9g/Th-WeKPKVhI/AAAAAAAAA8g/5uNwA5TKcoY/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-11%2Bat%2B22.16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629383504124597778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34X1YmyVKjI/Th-Wd9XYsjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/NsfMEd8fyuQ/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-12%2Bat%2B12.48%2B%25234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34X1YmyVKjI/Th-Wd9XYsjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/NsfMEd8fyuQ/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-12%2Bat%2B12.48%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629383500669432370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be back soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3390960433808101829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/07/awkward-at-oregon-coast.html' title='awkward at the oregon coast.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebN8jo4XzwU/Th-WeYFZIGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ienio-QqiAc/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-12%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1326972375664553759</id><published>2011-07-07T09:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:27:00.721-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward and a sneak peek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;soo, i've failed again. i let two weeks go by without an awkward post. sorry. we've been So busy. we've been working our little fannies off at the house and are slowly making progress. i've included a few pictures at the bottom to document how slowly things are coming along...please excuse the craptacular photos. anywayyyyy, here are some of the awkward things that happened these past 2 weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1. talking on the phone in ikea and yelling, "seriously, so STUPID!" right as the music turns off and it's dead silent. stares all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2. when someone's voice doesn't match their face...like the male cashier that was 6 ft tall and at least 200 pounds with the voice of a 7 year old girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;3. watching "Unknown" with your father-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;4. the shower scenes in "Unknown," being watched with your father-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;5. when your father-in-law proceeds to ask you and your husband if you've tried that in your new shower yet. ummmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;6. when the 16 year old cashier calls the man in front of you "bud." hey... "bud" if he's old enough to be your dad...do NOT call him bud. it makes you sound like a moron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;7. the number of " " i've used in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;8. ordering 6 large ice cream cones at maceys. again, stares all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;9. asking a man in a motorized cart if he'd like help loading his groceries and him replying, "do i look like i need help?" umm actually, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;well that's all! here are a few pictures from the house, just like i promised :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626640062823758434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp5r5MNEjy0/ThXXU2-XemI/AAAAAAAAA7w/eSLQ2ncoRLs/s320/DSC_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626640057874233026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy4ME1_C2sY/ThXXUkiTtsI/AAAAAAAAA7o/EOSyyK52pmY/s320/DSC_0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626640072967939938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Db-5L41CLw/ThXXVcw7Z2I/AAAAAAAAA74/wFlnSDVaGIo/s320/DSC_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626640079554250018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deeqESafCj0/ThXXV1TOhSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rYmCbmPiKWU/s320/DSC_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626640086900288706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDRz5YXwIQY/ThXXWQqqLMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/yCyv0W4NBW4/s320/DSC_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626641074771543122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AKm60zO3n0/ThXYPwxhRFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0ycGr9cIi3I/s320/BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;anything awkward happen to you these past couple of weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-1326972375664553759?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1326972375664553759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1326972375664553759&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1326972375664553759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1326972375664553759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/07/awkward-and-sneak-peek.html' title='awkward and a sneak peek!'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp5r5MNEjy0/ThXXU2-XemI/AAAAAAAAA7w/eSLQ2ncoRLs/s72-c/DSC_0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1432555846538108523</id><published>2011-06-24T15:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:37:47.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shmawkward</title><content type='html'>helllllllllllo! i'm baaack. i have been missing for the past two weeks, but now i am back on track. you see, we got all moved into our new house but have yet to get the internet and cable set up. it might kill me. i am missing all my favorite shows and i haven't been on pinterest or blog stalked in what feels like a lifetime. anyywayyyyyy... here are some awkward things that happened over the past little while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. taking a nap in the conference at work and being awoken by a tenant in the building throwing open the door and flipping on the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. when said tenant says, "ok this is awkward." awkward for who? i'm the one curled up in a ball, wearing a racing jersey that's 6 sizes too big to try and stay warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. walking through walmart at 11 at night and being so tired that you actually buy a pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. when the cashier at target asks why you are buying certain things so you explain they are for bunco...she then wants to know in full detail what bunco is. so you tell her and she proceeds to tell you you shouldn't gamble. uhhhh ok. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. throwing up in a trash can at work...twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. trying to explain to your bosses why you just hurled in their trash can...twice. *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. running into someone that looks so familar so you ask them 27 questions to try and figure out where you know them from. turns out you are just a creep and there is no connection between you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. walking into the kitchen at applebees thinking it is the bathroom. holla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well that's all! it has been a crazy, fast, busy couple of weeks, but we are getting settled and making our house our own. anything awkward happen to you lately? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*no, i am NOT pregnant. that was definitely not the cause of all the vomiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-1432555846538108523?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1432555846538108523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1432555846538108523&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1432555846538108523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1432555846538108523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/06/shmawkward.html' title='shmawkward'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4465043204514760760</id><published>2011-06-09T18:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T19:52:02.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you from somewhere.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy day after hump day everyone! this week was full of projects, kilz, carpet remnants, and awkward moments.  here they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. hopping out of the shower, drying off, and getting dressed. ohhh with the window blinds wide open. to my fellow cambrians...i'm real sorry about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. looking up from your desk to see the man you kicked out of your new house standing in front of you to turn in an application to rent an apartment from your company. "i know you from somewhere...." "yeah, don't you remember? i just made you pack up all your belongings and find a new place of residence. duh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. the whole anthony weiner situation. but mostly just because of how accurately his crime correlates with his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. meeting your new neighbors and having to TELL them you are moving into the house by them because you look so homeless they couldn't tell on their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. how once you hit the 1.5 years of marriage mark people stop winking at you while asking "how married life is"...and instead start seriously questioning when you are going to have children. "sooo, no kids yet? what's the hold up?" umm i'm sorry jose, i'm not really sure why you care so much? now if you could get back to ripping out that carpet that would be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. how bank teller's feel the need to talk while they complete your transaction. i'm actually good with the silence. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. when matt tries to sing opera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. the girl at the post office that gets in a fight with her mom on the phone and is literally yelling into the phone while trying to mail a letter. multi-tasking is not your thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and that's it!  anything awkward happen to you this week?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ohhh and here is a cutie picture from our most recent trip to boise. i love this little girl! ohh and jennifer tooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdWp5UGqiGA/TfF4N2bm9BI/AAAAAAAAA7g/x-Y0e-rXO0c/s320/EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616402389652665362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-4465043204514760760?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4465043204514760760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=4465043204514760760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4465043204514760760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4465043204514760760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-know-you-from-somewhere.html' title='i know you from somewhere.....'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdWp5UGqiGA/TfF4N2bm9BI/AAAAAAAAA7g/x-Y0e-rXO0c/s72-c/EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4135759898584808994</id><published>2011-06-07T09:29:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:56:28.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO we do not have an infestation of rodents in our new house, but i really like titles that rhyme....and mouse obviously rhymes with house. duh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few people have asked to see a couple of pictures of the house, so here they are! this was right after the tenants moved out and before we started any work.  since these pictures have been taken we've ripped out the carpet and pad, sent the cleaners through, and picked a few paint colors.  yes, we are re-painting.  the blues and lime green have GOT to go.  be ready for picture overload....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxcysYbEpX8/Te5T5zqddqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/XZNlbxWsPy0/s1600/DSC_0597.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxcysYbEpX8/Te5T5zqddqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/XZNlbxWsPy0/s320/DSC_0597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615518037963536034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RC23ccM2No/Te5T5ZI-v4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/hzM6Lf6evWk/s1600/DSC_0600.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RC23ccM2No/Te5T5ZI-v4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/hzM6Lf6evWk/s320/DSC_0600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615518030843789186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uglY37u3QTQ/Te5T40YVBhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bQWOn0X-r-U/s1600/DSC_0601.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uglY37u3QTQ/Te5T40YVBhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bQWOn0X-r-U/s320/DSC_0601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615518020976051730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tr3zcwCLNE/Te5TUuua4HI/AAAAAAAAA68/lZlN1Wdr13M/s1600/DSC_0602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q0FOp6tcfoI/Te5K6RxViOI/AAAAAAAAA18/ZtOR_q2Opb8/s1600/DSC_0671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q0FOp6tcfoI/Te5K6RxViOI/AAAAAAAAA18/ZtOR_q2Opb8/s320/DSC_0671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615508150440790242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can't wait to get all moved in!  oh and have visitors :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxcysYbEpX8/Te5T5zqddqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/XZNlbxWsPy0/s72-c/DSC_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7973527707524913289</id><published>2011-06-02T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:59:42.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>thursday is awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hiiiiii! i have 6 minutes to get this post completed before it's officially friday on the east coast.  and because i have so many (zero) loyal readers in the eastern time zone i should probably get going on it. i had EVERY intention of writing this post this morning at 8:30 when i woke up.  i had my computer all set up on my lap and i was even logged into blogger. i then checked my phone and saw that i had a missed call and voicemail from our tenant.  i'll be doing a post about that within the next couple of days, but that is why this post is almost late!  ok, enough rambling...let's get down to business...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. using a gas station bathroom that is so disgustingly dirty you have to keep your purse on your lap when you pee. i'm so talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. 62% of the guys on the Bachelorette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. driving up to the window at mcdonalds to pick up your mcflurry and the cashier says, "your total is $26.75." you jokingly ask, "oh is this a gourmet mcflurry?" he doesn't find it amusing and does not laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. same cashier seems rather surprised that you did NOT order $26.75 worth of food...including a 20 piece chicken nugget combo. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. leaving a minute long message in which you repeat your name 3 times and your phone number 4 times. and then having the person mention how thorough you are when they call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back. cool...not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. when someone asks your opinion so you tell them and then they get mad at what you say. so you try to recover and make them feel better and you end up stumbling over your words and not making any sense....they probably know you're lying at that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. when you reach past someone in the grocery store to grab an item from the shelf and they turn around right as you make the final stretch and your faces are about | | &amp;lt;--that close to each other. hellllllllllo, tic tac?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. when someone introduces themselves to you and you forget their name 10 seconds later so you try to get them to repeat it. "so, how exactly is your named spelled?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well that's all.  it was a fun week with a nice little trip to boise thrown in there.  i have some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;really cute pictures i need to post...but i am exhausted. anything awkward happen to you this week?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; i wanted to give a sneak peek as to what my next post will be dealing with...here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCdWImDOyrQ/TehosLglrNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/iNQPO4huzx4/s320/DSC_0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613852043730332882" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bViLeDrawi4/Tehoso_EEHI/AAAAAAAAA1w/gy21xxYBwOs/s320/DSC_0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613852051642781810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you see how empty these pictures are? by empty i mean void of the previous occupant's crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're SO excited. more to come soooooon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-7973527707524913289?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7973527707524913289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7973527707524913289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7973527707524913289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7973527707524913289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/06/thursday-is-awkward.html' title='thursday is awkward'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCdWImDOyrQ/TehosLglrNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/iNQPO4huzx4/s72-c/DSC_0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-399620496332759607</id><published>2011-05-26T19:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:21:46.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward mawkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;helllllllllo.  this week was busy and fun.  matt and i had a lot going on, but don't you worry...i had plenty of entertaining and uncomfortable moments. we are trying to get everything organized for the move (the tenants are supposed to be out in a week! cross your fingers they really leave..without taking a sledgehammer to the walls..), get ready to go out of town for Memorial Day, working, and tying up loose ends all over the place.  it's been mildly stressful, but i know it won't be like this forever!  we're just very excited to get settled into our new place! ps, for those of you wondering, our new house is in lehi....you'll all be invited to our house warming party. duh.  ok, moving on....welcome to my life...again:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. when someone says, "you know" all the time...and to be honest you don't have a clue as to what they're talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. having to urinate right after starting a 5K race... then running like a moron for the next 3.2 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. talking to someone that doesn't speak much english and repeating yourself at least 4 times and then not understanding a word they say back to you so you say "what?" another 4 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. when someone returns a phone call 2 weeks after you leave them a message. "oh, uh, ummm well we made a decision on that file 2 weeks ago...so i don't need your help anymore...but thanks for being efficient." NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. the junk emails i get on a daily basis with titles such as: "REAL SEXY OLDER SINGLES" and "MANY SENIORS IN YOUR AREA ARE LOOKING FOR LOVE! LOOK HERE!" hmmm tempting..but no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. this picture i snapped today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXlxO8_LAOY/Td8Iovyq4uI/AAAAAAAAA1g/izfc_Fm0RpQ/s320/1034777464519_ORIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611213156843709154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweet blades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. when you quote a tv show but no one knows what you're talking about so you explain yourself.  no one gets it still....so you say, "you know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. those commercials for online gaming that have 45 year old men as their spokesmen..."i couldn't game as much as i wanted because i couldn't afford it...now i can!" maybe you should get a real job. oh and move out of your mom's basement while you're at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there it is!  anything awkward happen to you this week??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-399620496332759607?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/399620496332759607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=399620496332759607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/399620496332759607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/399620496332759607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/05/awkward-mawkward.html' title='awkward mawkward'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXlxO8_LAOY/Td8Iovyq4uI/AAAAAAAAA1g/izfc_Fm0RpQ/s72-c/1034777464519_ORIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4071537023768061510</id><published>2011-05-20T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:01:43.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>plllllease forgive me..</title><content type='html'>i had a very, very busy thursday. because of this i didn't do an awkward post. after receiving a text from my dear sister, jacker cracker, i decided it would be better to do the post late, than not at all. so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. rummaging through a cart at the grocery store because you think it's clearanced, or go back items when someone says, "ummmm can i help you?" you then realize it actually is someone's cart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. sitting behind someone and seeing a long hair that is clearly not connected to their head on the back of their shirt. you pull on the hair to remove it and it actually IS connected to their head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. when you see something weird and you can't look away. then you're even weirder because you're staring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. when your face turns red because you're embarrassed...and then someone says, "wow you must really be embarrassed, your face is REALLY red." no duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. when someone pronounces a word incorrectly and without thinking you correct them...in front of a large group of people. &lt;strong&gt;epitome&lt;/strong&gt;, c'mon people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. walking up to someone and striking up a conversation with them...about 15 seconds later, after finally catching your breath, you realize they are giving you a really weird look and they suddenly don't look anything like the person you thought they were. so you scurry away, quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. knowing an awful lot about a person you just met...because you've stalked their blog for the past 3 months. "oh, how is little baby jack? still fighting that cold he had last week?" creep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there you have it. and i don't have any pictures...again. our condo is a disaster of boxes, tape, and packing paper....oh and our new house is a disaster as well...but that's because the tenants living there are gross....hopefully i will have pictures next week, but i'm not making any promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anything awkward happen to you this week?? please share! they always make me laugh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-4071537023768061510?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4071537023768061510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=4071537023768061510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4071537023768061510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4071537023768061510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/05/plllllease-forgive-me.html' title='plllllease forgive me..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6340807278043580317</id><published>2011-05-12T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:33:24.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward timeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's thursday. my favorite blog day of the week. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[friday and saturday are my favorite real days of the week]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. because it's thursday it's time to share the awkwardness of my week. herrrrrre we go go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. when you talk in your sleep and get woken up by your husband asking you what you're talking about....you then try to pretend you were awake the whole time and know EXACTLY what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. the strange decor used in dentist and doctor's offices...is that tacky picture supposed to make me feel better about this procedure? it doesn't. it's just ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. when someone says, "oh you'll love this! it's totally you." they then show you and you don't love it at all...and you're mildly offended they think it's "you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. when you cry for every emotion....yessss, that's me. awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. when someone asks you a personal question and you answer and then they tell you everything wrong with what you're doing. uhhh ok? thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. going somewhere by yourself and being totally fine with it until every person you see asks why you are by yourself or who you came with....my husband works late okkkkkk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. when someone says, "i always get told i look like...so and so...." and without thinking you respond, "i don't see it....she is so beautiful!" and apparently i don't think you're pretty? that is so not what i meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and that's alllll. anything awkward happen to you this week??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/05/awkward-timeeee.html' title='awkward timeeee'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-2772510647609995423</id><published>2011-05-06T14:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:42:18.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>i didn't write an awkward post this week. i was a little busy. this is what we have been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603699322847976610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8058giI1IA/TcRW2C5zXKI/AAAAAAAAA1A/-1vLWNNAwBc/s320/DSCN7486EDITFORBLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've been doing a lot of signing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603699331456117698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-679k5rGwwvU/TcRW2i-JK8I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/t-1RBBogvNQ/s320/DSCN7488EDITFORBLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and smiling! with keith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603699328207409954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pR228Kyt8so/TcRW2W3l0yI/AAAAAAAAA1I/yG17I7nXgyk/s320/DSCN7487EDITFORBLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and we wrote a large check...which might have put a dent in our wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but we are now the proud owners of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603699338478223522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzMOtYTz2xU/TcRW29IWAKI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/er3JiTAbwkg/s320/EditforBLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i know this picture is from 2008, but it was the best i could do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and yes i used a mustache sticker to cover the address...i'm doing my best to avoid creepers like myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we're SO excited!! it happened pretty fast, but we couldn't be happier with our choice. we have a few weeks to get everything packed up and moved and then this blog will probably become a shrine to our new pad. i cannot wait to get in there and paint and decorate! yesssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anybody have any packing, moving, decluttering tips? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps...i'm sure we'll be having a housewarming party. you're all invited. and i'll be really offended if you don't come to it. especially you people that live far away [mom &amp;amp; dad, sisters, grandma &amp;amp; grandpa, cousins, aunts, etc.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-2772510647609995423?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2772510647609995423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6609962353866960174</id><published>2011-04-28T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:30:30.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward to the max</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this has been a crazy week. we've been busy and i felt like i haven't seen matt in a few days. he's around here somewhere.  i am hoping it will get better as the weather warms up, but then i remind myself that i am married to a man that is obsessed with golf and i will probably see less of him as it gets warmer. cool.  anyway, let's cut to the chase....here is a recap of my week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. having your husband spank you while he's fast asleep...and then talking to you in gibberish...and then not remembering any of it the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. when the walmart cashier says, "you look familiar...do you work here?" you then reply, "umm no...i would never work here." then you realize you just said that to someone that actually does work there. awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. hearing someone in your lobby chowing down on a bag of chips. they're chewing so loudly you get up from your desk and go shut the door...more like slam the door. 10 minutes later they walk into your office, ask you to throw away the bag, and then say they are there looking for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. being asked for your number outside wells fargo by a teenage boy...you ignore it but he's waiting when you come out of the bank. he tells you he just wants to text you. uh no thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. playing basketball at the gym and your teammate walks to the sideline and blows a snot rocket out of his nose. you then proceed to never pass him the ball. he glares at you the whole game. hey, there's no i in team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. trying to talk to someone when your mouth is numb from the dentist. do you share your story about the work you had done? you don't want them to think you look like that all the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. when the cashier makes comments about the items you're buying..."2 bags of hershey's cookies and cream drops, really?...healthy."  remind me to never come through your line again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there you have it! what a great week it was. anything awkward happen to you??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps...is anyone else having problems with blogger not letting you upload pictures?? sorrrrrrrrrry, no pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-6609962353866960174?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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and a family dinner at my aunt &amp;amp; uncle's house. it is always so fun to get together with family....especially for diiiiiiiiner!  my dear, sweet mother sent the treats that are in my basket.  she is the best. i filled matt's basket with some of his favorite treats as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jge34trQJVY/TbeZAWYRpSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/AL0IEy0MqWY/s1600/DSC_0248EDITFORBLOG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jge34trQJVY/TbeZAWYRpSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/AL0IEy0MqWY/s320/DSC_0248EDITFORBLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600112892944950562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this has been my basket since i was a really little girl. i love it &amp;amp; will keep it forever and ever. unless mom wants it back...which i hope she doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylG-adT85do/TbeY_9Ax5mI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ELIlWFo5lyw/s320/DSC_0241EDITFORBLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600112886135514722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how cute is he? seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XKI7z4x6m8/TbeZALswqPI/AAAAAAAAA0o/NZB6MfyfKjA/s320/DSC_0244EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600112890078079218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me with my basket in my sunday best. don't mind my translucent skin. i know, it's disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it really was a fabulous day! i am really trying to pace myself with the consuming of my Easter goodies.  i did &lt;b&gt;really &lt;/b&gt;well until i unwrapped the box my mom sent me and i put everything in my basket.  then i really started to fail and i lost all self control and i stuffed my face. cool. i am really good at portion control.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;along with our Easter festivities i have found a new blog/website to stalk. i have always felt that blog stalking was one of my best attributes, but now i am sure of it.  here is the site: cupcakesandcashmere.com.  go look at it...then thank me. oh and if you were already aware that this website existed and you didn't inform me i would like you to re-evaluate our friendship.  you clearly don't care about my needs at all. sooooo, go look at it for a bit...and by bit i mean for 3 hours straight..because i might have done that. twice, ok 3 times. sucked me right in.  enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i hope you had a fabulous weekend full of treats, eggs, bunnies, ducks, chicks, baskets, and really good blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-8651434726092454404?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8651434726092454404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=8651434726092454404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8651434726092454404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8651434726092454404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/baskets-and-blogs.html' title='baskets and blogs'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jge34trQJVY/TbeZAWYRpSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/AL0IEy0MqWY/s72-c/DSC_0248EDITFORBLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-9054087352489875826</id><published>2011-04-21T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:16:55.678-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>awkward &amp; date night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;matt and i usually go out on a date at least twice a week. i know, i know, we're spoiled in that department! but everyone tells me it won't be like this forever, so we should take advantage...so we do. our dates aren't ever elaborate, but i love them and they're perfect for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on friday night we went here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7UDLOEl0dz8/TbDEd4gqEsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EtyIn7Py1CE/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598190354486137538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ate some of these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-NjGWY_zeA/TbDEeH-7cSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/8UfwB02-57E/s320/edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598190358639636770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more specifically, these....heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdnEId-uiuo/TbDEefHIoMI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-2ak3fP-Erc/s320/edit2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598190364848070850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we obviously didn't like them at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbZol6nCsjI/TbDEeuzvfCI/AAAAAAAAA0A/PEui3rVuK_I/s320/edit3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598190369061698594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and lucky for us, we witnessed a first date...or at least we are assuming it was a first date... because it was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. soooo here we go...awkward tiiiiime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. first dates...or any date between two weird people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. when a guy on a first date talks the entire time and refers everything back to his mission...and then loudly announces that he's taking the girl home early [think 9:30 pm] so her roommates will like him...i don't know why he was so concerned about that...there will clearly not be a 2nd date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. falling asleep with socks on and finding them wedged between the mattress and footboard the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. inviting someone to something...then uninviting them...then inviting them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. driving up to the window at the bank and rolling down every window in the car before figuring out how to get your window down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. honking your horn so the couple in front of you will stop making out and notice that the light has turned green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. realizing said couple is &lt;b&gt;also&lt;/b&gt; going to walmart. awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. calling someone for work and thinking their name is Andres so you call them that for the 2 minute phone call and then right as you say your goodbyes they say, "by the way, my name is Andrea." hey here's an idea...learn the difference between writing an S and an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and there you go.  have you ever been to the chocolate?? what's your favorite thing there? and of course, anything awkward from your week??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-9054087352489875826?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/9054087352489875826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=9054087352489875826&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/9054087352489875826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/9054087352489875826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/awkward-date-night.html' title='awkward &amp; date night'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7UDLOEl0dz8/TbDEd4gqEsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EtyIn7Py1CE/s72-c/DSC_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3358530025828369373</id><published>2011-04-15T18:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:30:01.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward....a day late. ooops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's friday. not thursday. but i might have forgotten to write my awkward thursday post yesterday. ummm myyy bad. i know all my fans out there (mom, grandma &amp;amp; grandpa, sisters) are devastated by my lack of a post so herrrrrrrre it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. the man at my class this morning that had his fly all the way down [i've done this one before..but it gets better] not only that, but his shirt was sticking all the way out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. getting in an elevator and seeing someone hustling to get in the elevator as well. you press a button thinking it's the button to keep the doors open, but nope it's the one to shut the doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. having to sit across the room from said person and watch them glare at you for t.h.r.e.e hours. sorry sir...but really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. giving someone a hug and they don't let go....so you continue to hold them and pat their back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. being emailed a picture of a haircut and thinking it's a joke so you laugh and make a mildly mean remark and then being told the person sending the picture just got that haircut. how do you recover from that??  "you can totally pull it off...hair grows....?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. standing in a group of people and slowly people start leaving the circle to talk to other people...pretty soon you are all alone. and looking around. do you go join another circle?? or just wait for people to come to you? orrrrrr just stand there and look awkward? i did the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. side hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. calling the dryer repairman to fix the noise it was making and having him discover this deep in the depths of the machine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--E6iWNnBrps/TajvfoYvhQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/EE3Nm7HFCqY/s320/215654_1897879136987_1541890377_1939810_2276647_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595985863704020226" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been looking for that popsicle stick...for like 9 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well that's about all!  sorry for the tardiness of this post....again, we have been very busy. i'll post more about that later!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything awkward in your week??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-3358530025828369373?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3358530025828369373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=3358530025828369373&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3358530025828369373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3358530025828369373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/awkwarda-day-late-ooops.html' title='awkward....a day late. ooops!'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--E6iWNnBrps/TajvfoYvhQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/EE3Nm7HFCqY/s72-c/215654_1897879136987_1541890377_1939810_2276647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7681161678826678029</id><published>2011-04-11T11:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:02:22.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a good feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last night i could not sleep. i laid in bed for about an hour and a half before moving to the couch to watch some tv.  unfortunately, the television options at 1 am are prettttttty lame. i had to choose between sesame street and an infomercial about weight loss pills.  i picked sesame street.  after about 12 seconds i was sick of elmo's voice so i turned on the computer to do some updating to this little blog.  i decided to label my previous posts and see what i talked about the majority of time on here.  i was NOT surprised by what i found...my most talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about subject is my family.  duh...i have the best family EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zldra6jx1SE/TaNA9FyRRfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/K1ncXvGM4MY/s320/DSC_0387CROSS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594386580393510386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;every time i have exciting news to share or need someone to talk to i know there are plenty of people i can call.  it makes me sad that we don't live closer.  i miss them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wasn't a real point to this post except to make you all jealous of my fabulous family. no, but really you should be kinda jealous--they are thee best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-7681161678826678029?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7681161678826678029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7681161678826678029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7681161678826678029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7681161678826678029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-feeling.html' title='a good feeling'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zldra6jx1SE/TaNA9FyRRfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/K1ncXvGM4MY/s72-c/DSC_0387CROSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1195581029710249350</id><published>2011-04-07T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:19:47.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>ok, you're awkward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;well it's thursday again...where does the time go?!  no seriously, the days are just flying by. does anyone else feel like this?? as i look back on the awkward things that happened this past week i came to realize that sometimes people are awkward...all on their own. without doing a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g.  anyway....here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. your husband ditching you at a viewing where you literally know NO ONE except your in-laws and the man in the casket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. telling someone they have a piece of food on their face and they reply that it's actually a zit. my mistake. [this has happened on more than one occasion...what is my problem?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. someone asking you if you're sick. you say, "no" and they come back with, "oh well you don't look very good." hey thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. singing at the top of your lungs in your car and looking around and seeing the people in the car next to you staring at you....it should also be noted that the song being sung was "seize the day" from the newsies soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. seeing someone you think you know out in public so you chase after them only to find out that up close they look NOTHING like the person you thought...welp see ya later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. going to look at a house and thinking the owners/tenants are gone so you make a comment about the smell of dog in the home....then they come around the corner into the room you're in. "i love this paint color....what is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. when someone is laughing SO hard while telling a joke and then they get to the punch line and it is NOT funny...at all. so you have to pretend to be amused. and you're really bad at fake laughing so it's obvious you don't think the joke is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and there is my week in a nutshell :) anything awkward happen to you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ps....because i hate posts with no pictures here is a sassy little picture i found...personally, it's one of my favs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1IYb7Tm37Vw/TZ37UiUNKmI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VulODaclTLk/s320/563_0_resize_watermarked_rt_5.jpg.pagespeed.ce.Zm2HjI607d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592902642491533922" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-1195581029710249350?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1195581029710249350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1195581029710249350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1195581029710249350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1195581029710249350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-youre-awkward.html' title='ok, you&apos;re awkward.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1IYb7Tm37Vw/TZ37UiUNKmI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VulODaclTLk/s72-c/563_0_resize_watermarked_rt_5.jpg.pagespeed.ce.Zm2HjI607d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4718342004028567356</id><published>2011-03-31T10:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:51:58.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>awkward thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i have been MIA lately...but i have a &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;good excuse! last week i went to portland to spend some quality time with my sister and her kiddos. you can read about our trip right&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://splashintherain.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. her husband was out of town and it was the perfect opportunity to hop on a plane and see these cuties:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYUMn8pgjH8/TZSqyteTR5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/RHFV75ramg0/s1600/DSC_1094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYUMn8pgjH8/TZSqyteTR5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/RHFV75ramg0/s320/DSC_1094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590280825650497426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[please excuse this photo of me...i had literally JUST gotten out of the shower...hence the no makeup and rats nest hair]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Sf5DQyU0c/TZSqyWr_iII/AAAAAAAAAzA/scbDo8S48_Q/s1600/DSC_1212EDIT.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Sf5DQyU0c/TZSqyWr_iII/AAAAAAAAAzA/scbDo8S48_Q/s320/DSC_1212EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590280819533908098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQXanWiwqr4/TZSqyZ4cvoI/AAAAAAAAAy4/wYQmSSc23BI/s1600/DSC_1301.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQXanWiwqr4/TZSqyZ4cvoI/AAAAAAAAAy4/wYQmSSc23BI/s320/DSC_1301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590280820391460482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7pecadssZU/TZSqxxY8mlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/KNkdFKGUqsQ/s1600/DSC_1262.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7pecadssZU/TZSqxxY8mlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/KNkdFKGUqsQ/s320/DSC_1262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590280809521912402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdW51Gg1KY/TZSqxj0U0cI/AAAAAAAAAyo/gw3Ri_lFa50/s1600/DSC_0030EDIT.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdW51Gg1KY/TZSqxj0U0cI/AAAAAAAAAyo/gw3Ri_lFa50/s320/DSC_0030EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590280805878649282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;have you seen cuter kids? didn't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i really had a fabulous time. it passed all too quickly..duh.  but, despite having such a great vacay, i still had a good share of awkward moments...especially because i took a break last week and didn't post about anything awkward from the week before! oh boy...here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. when grown people have pillow pets. and they take them out in public--like to the airport. it's fine if you're 5, not 25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. being called "honey," "sweetie," or "love" by a cashier...and they are clearly younger than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. prying the doors open to home depot after they have closed and then encountering an associate who has NO idea how to tell you they are already closed...you're a grown man--you should not be stumbling over your words like that. ps..can you direct us to the shims?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. sitting next to someone and they say something out loud so you say, "what?" they don't respond so you keep staring at them trying to get them to answer you. they look at you strangely and keep talking. it's then that you realize they are on the phone...with a bluetooth and are definitely NOT talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. high pigtails on anyone over the age of 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. standing in numerical order at the airport. they tell you to check the number of the people around you...no one does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. when there actually IS someone that checks the all the numbers of the people in line to make sure they get in their exact spot....we're all gonna make it to the same place...chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. the people that work at fairs or carnivals.  we lovingly call them carnies.  is it a requirement to wear coveralls, have webbed fingers and toes, no teeth, and smell like cabbage to work at a place like that?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and there you have it. anything awkward happen to you this week? i seriously love reading all the awkward moments other people have....feeeeel free to leave them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-4718342004028567356?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4718342004028567356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=4718342004028567356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4718342004028567356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4718342004028567356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/awkward-thursday.html' title='awkward thursday'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYUMn8pgjH8/TZSqyteTR5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/RHFV75ramg0/s72-c/DSC_1094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-129110594550315754</id><published>2011-03-18T10:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:51:58.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>awkward friday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's friday. not thursday. but i have a really good reason as to why this awkward post is a day late.  you see, a few weeks ago i received a text from my dear mother.  she was telling me about an interesting, fun fact.  because i now know this fact, i decided to postpone this post.  want to know what her text said?  "March 18th is National Awkward Moments Day." i about peed my pants. who knew they had a real day for that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;welllll people, today is national awkward moments day....the most uncomfortable day of the year.[unless you are living my life...then just about every day is uncomfortable in some way]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so here it is.  welcome to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. almost peeing your pants over a text message from your mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. getting to work and realizing your silk blouse under your sweater has darts. because of this it looks like you're not wearing a bra....in antarctica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. going to the post office and having the man behind you in line standing so closely you can feel him breathing on your neck.  this is also just gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. stopping at a stop light and looking over to the car next to you only to find the guy smelling his arm pit.  it's like a train wreck...you can't look away because you can't believe it is really happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. the guy in the car next to you looking over and seeing you staring at him and his disgusting habits so he tries to make it look like he's doing something else..like scratching his ear on the opposite side of his head....or reaching for something. you can't fool me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. slipping on the plastic under your desk [you know, the one so your rolley chair can move?] and falling into the splits position..in front of your boss and a client. this was MUCH more uncomfortable for the client. i didn't really care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. the 50 year old lady sitting next to me using air quotes....a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that's all. anything awkward happen to you this week??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and while i have no awwwwesome pictures to post, here is a little peek as to some people i will see next week. can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWrPa6JGtsg/TYOShfG3FoI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nUmvIb_WsSw/s320/CSC_1429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585469066853160578" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-129110594550315754?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/129110594550315754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=129110594550315754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/129110594550315754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/129110594550315754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/awkward-friday.html' title='awkward friday?'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWrPa6JGtsg/TYOShfG3FoI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nUmvIb_WsSw/s72-c/CSC_1429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3718434845697822701</id><published>2011-03-15T14:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:22:03.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>did you know?</title><content type='html'>that i can eat a whole mixed berry fruit &amp;amp; grain granola bar in 3 bites?&lt;br /&gt;orrr&lt;br /&gt;that i gave blood for the first time on saturday?&lt;br /&gt;orrr&lt;br /&gt;that i have a dimple on my cheek when i smile real big or squint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah didn't think so... but most importantly did you know that i'm a Realtor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i doubt it. so i thought i would fill all of you in on a little secret and hopefully you will find this information useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my real estate license almost 4 years ago. Two weeks after high school graduation I attended real estate school and a few weeks after that I passed my licensing tests. I then began working for my dad, who is also a Realtor, until it was time for me to leave for college in utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to utah I didn't think I would continue doing real estate, but I really couldn't put it down! I came to realize that this was something I wanted to continue to do. I began working at Home Basics Real Estate in Orem and I continue to work there today and proudly hang my license there. It has been incredibly beneficial to me to be surrounded by such intelligent and helpful individuals. My broker and associate broker have played a large role in the type of agent I am today. I pride myself on professionalism, a sincere interest in my clients, and a desire to serve those in my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ways I am trying to help those around me is by making certain things available to my clients. The Utah Valley Home and Garden Expo is right around the corner! This is a fabulous event that features over 200 exhibitors, free seminars, and prizes. You can learn more about this event &lt;a href="http://www.uvexpo.com/home_garden/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It will be held at the UCCU Center at UVU in Orem. It is April 8-9 from 11 am-8 pm. Admission is $5, but if you contact me I can get you complimentary tickets. It is a fun event for the entire family or can be a really great date with your spouse. I have enjoyed attending for the past couple of years and I get very excited about going. The only thing that would make me more excited for the event is if I could share some tickets with YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see how excited?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584429171561591362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fN9dCrvLKUQ/TX_gvnRB8kI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5aSK0jmiYmY/s320/homeexpo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Realtor has many perks and one of them is being able to share such a fun event with my friends and neighbors! Don't hesitate to contact me about tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-3718434845697822701?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3718434845697822701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=3718434845697822701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3718434845697822701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3718434845697822701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-you-know.html' title='did you know?'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fN9dCrvLKUQ/TX_gvnRB8kI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5aSK0jmiYmY/s72-c/homeexpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4351644559334535548</id><published>2011-03-10T10:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:19:47.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awk.ward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i fear that my life is slowly getting more and more boring. i basically do the same thing every. single. day. i blame it on the weather. i keep telling myself that when it warms up outside i will do something productive with my life. buuut that might be a lie...i really hope it's not, but it just might be.  because i'm so boring, i don't have any new pictures.  if you came here looking for some photos, just leave now. if you came here to hear about how a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;wkward my life is then feel free to stay and cringe at my expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. referring to someone as "sir." then they tell you they are actually female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. meeting with someone and their zipper is down...what to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. when you see someone at the grocery story and they peer into your cart to see what you are buying...oh hey wanna come over and look through my dresser drawers too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. when someone calls you nancy AFTER you've been introduced .2 seconds before as betsy and continues to call you that through the meeting...despite being corrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. the commercials about catheters that are always on TLC at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. the website awkwardfamilyphotos.com...please go look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. when you can't remember someone's name so you respond with the every popular...."heyyy you...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. how i always see someone i'd rather not see at walmart...while buying tampons. definitely more uncomfortable for them...i don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. the big, ratted, pouf bangs we all sported at one time in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. seeing a grown woman with the same bangs thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s week...as in the year 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;what a nice week...anything awkward happen to you this week??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ps...this is what i am looking forward to. summer please hurry up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLk84EH7vFc/TXkZgDfj7kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tSQ5EkZ5iZM/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582521251586633282" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-23204625389728877</id><published>2011-03-08T11:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>happy birthday to YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;today is my sweet sister's birthday. jacque is turning the big 2-5! it's so weird not being with her on her birthday.  we are 3 years apart so growing up we did almost everything together. there are so many things i love about her and so many memories from our childhood. we fought the most growing up, but i think it has made us closer. she is one of my very best, best friends. i hope she has the greatest birthday EVER. I LOVE YOU JACKER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-she is absolutely beautiful!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DPUOar4KxA/TXZ0aEr8ipI/AAAAAAAAAxg/dwcpsUyI3aA/s320/9335_694532314689_17821363_38864432_1890844_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776779455793810" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-she has the most fun personality-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJPGGS5C03Y/TXZ0teoTvuI/AAAAAAAAAyI/9v65UMvTB5o/s1600/n803405034_1930507_7648.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJPGGS5C03Y/TXZ0teoTvuI/AAAAAAAAAyI/9v65UMvTB5o/s1600/n803405034_1930507_7648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJPGGS5C03Y/TXZ0teoTvuI/AAAAAAAAAyI/9v65UMvTB5o/s320/n803405034_1930507_7648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581777112837373666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-we always have a good time together-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9xrcaoUMAQ/TXZ0tDM0GdI/AAAAAAAAAyA/327du2Qm0WE/s1600/n803405034_1733586_7636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9xrcaoUMAQ/TXZ0tDM0GdI/AAAAAAAAAyA/327du2Qm0WE/s320/n803405034_1733586_7636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581777105474296274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-she can quote every friends episode-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8t7AK9M3Dc/TXZ0bmo2apI/AAAAAAAAAx4/L8yAxqdRTtE/s1600/n17821363_37268413_7898924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8t7AK9M3Dc/TXZ0bmo2apI/AAAAAAAAAx4/L8yAxqdRTtE/s320/n17821363_37268413_7898924.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776805749484178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-she taught me to play the kazoo when i was really little- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-i was her shadow from the time i could walk...i wanted to do EVERYTHING she did-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdSL7iGak04/TXZ0bDEfmhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HP8IxK-X2I4/s1600/n17821363_36524278_760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdSL7iGak04/TXZ0bDEfmhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HP8IxK-X2I4/s320/n17821363_36524278_760.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776796201753106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-she is a wonderful mama-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8RH8FvBiM4/TXZ0a6vpIII/AAAAAAAAAxo/y9_Qq9Fzm7k/s1600/DSC_0454BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8RH8FvBiM4/TXZ0a6vpIII/AAAAAAAAAxo/y9_Qq9Fzm7k/s320/DSC_0454BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776793966813314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-she is kind and caring-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuDoo8NpWiM/TXZ0Z4uNN0I/AAAAAAAAAxY/9KdJFEz8DDM/s1600/6415_244652540034_803405034_8331534_1687557_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuDoo8NpWiM/TXZ0Z4uNN0I/AAAAAAAAAxY/9KdJFEz8DDM/s320/6415_244652540034_803405034_8331534_1687557_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581776776244049730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;there are so many more things i love about cracky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she loves spaghetti-os and pop &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[note: i HATE spaghetti-os but i love that she loves them]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;her texts ALWAYS make me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she is very care-free and easy going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she LOVES to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she is always willing to try new things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she never complains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we mowed lawns together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she would ALWAYS play with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we played house almost every sunday growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[and i would have to "babysit" her dolls every single week while she slept...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we used to rent mary-kate and ashley olsen movies and get 10 cent candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we would walk to chevron and get treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she has always been supportive of everything i've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she let me live with her and rob before matt and i got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she is a fabulous big sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;happy birthday jac! i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-23204625389728877?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/23204625389728877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=23204625389728877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/23204625389728877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/23204625389728877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='happy birthday to YOU!'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DPUOar4KxA/TXZ0aEr8ipI/AAAAAAAAAxg/dwcpsUyI3aA/s72-c/9335_694532314689_17821363_38864432_1890844_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-33307517236295684</id><published>2011-03-03T13:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:19:47.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awwwwwwkward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my week was fairly uneventful. a little of this...a little of that. despite this, i was still able to come up with a decent list of awkward things. how does that even happen? i have no idea.. anyway...here are my awkward moments for the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. driving down a residential road to drop off rent and seeing a lady walking toward the street..she raises her hand so i slow down and start waving at her [like we're old friends...we're not] then noticing she is raising her hand to her mouth to yell at her neighbor across the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. offering gum to someone after a meal. then they asking if they need it...i was actually offering it just to be nice. i'd rather not have you breathe into my nostrils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. when someone asks you when you're due..you then say oh i'm not pregnant. then they respond by saying oh i could have sworn you were. hey thanks lady, ever heard of keeping your mouth shut? obviously not. [ps...i'm really NOT pregnant]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. when women refer to their husbands as "daddy." unless you are talking to your child. don't EVER call your husband daddy. it's weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. the ages 12-15. braces, acne, glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. crying in public...especially when your crying face looks like mine. uncomfortable for everyone involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. when you look up and see someone looking at you, so you look away. then look at them to see if they are still watching you and then they look up and make eye contact with you. it never ends. and it always goes back and forth. and back and forth. and back. and forth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8. when there is a pause in conversation and someone chimes in "awwwwwwwkward." actually it wasn't awkward until you just said that. so thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i think that's all. anything awkward in your world this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh and because i want to share this experience with you...here are a few photos from a recent trip to target...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579966534270840050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqRNY4BVWZs/TXAF_73H7PI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OYOZpuAaUWw/s320/Betsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this is how the dressing room looked when i got in there..it was BY FAR the cleanest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579966535735365522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPli-eN7DVg/TXAGABUSz5I/AAAAAAAAAxI/RVnnDha_NoE/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579966538429383282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyf_NpaG2FU/TXAGALWmQnI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/kA53wQ7EAmc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i was pretty annoyed and concerned because it's apparent that people can't read.. but target is my favorite store, so i tried to look past it. it wasn't very difficult after i scored two new tops for $9. my faith in target was restored... oh and i have since been back to this target and the dressing room was much cleaner. i even had a spot to set my purse down. hooray! i love it there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what is your favorite store? oh and WHY?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-33307517236295684?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/33307517236295684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=33307517236295684&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/33307517236295684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/33307517236295684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/awwwwwwkward.html' title='awwwwwwkward.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqRNY4BVWZs/TXAF_73H7PI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OYOZpuAaUWw/s72-c/Betsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-2022469138968555121</id><published>2011-02-24T11:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:19:47.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward turned embarrassing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i have noticed that there is a fine line between awkward and embarrassing...they just might be inter-changeable. the majority of things on my list today are both awkward and embarrassing. nice. here they arrrrrrre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.the lady at wally world buying the largest pack of toothpaste they sell. ps: she was toothless..oh and had a mullet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.going to the saver's president's day sale and seeing a 9 year old with a full face of makeup--she too was toothless but i think it was because she had lost her baby teeth... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3.every person i saw at saver's during their president's day sale and walmart the same day. quite the mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.the girl asking for my ID at UPS yesterday because, "i didn't look like a betsy..." uh huh i stole the identity of an 80 year old woman and used her debit card to overnight a real estate contract..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5.when people don't pull the strings off the string cheese, but rather take ravenous bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.not hearing the whistle in your basketball game so you keep playing while everyone else has stopped.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[this didn't happen this week, but has happened on more than one occasion] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7.the show toddlers &amp;amp; tiaras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8.the moms on toddlers &amp;amp; tiaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9.the girl i saw jogging with her chihuahua down center street yesterday wearing jeans, listening to her ipod, and carrying a small ziploc bag of little dog turds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10.trying to take a picture of said girl and having her stop running and stare right at me, in my stopped car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;well that's all! i had a whole other story to post on here about a recent trip to target, but blogger won't let me upload any pictures. LAME. so here is a pictureless post. i hate those. oh well. sorrrrrry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;anything awkward happen to you this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-2022469138968555121?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2022469138968555121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=2022469138968555121&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2022469138968555121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2022469138968555121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/awkward-turned-embarrassing.html' title='awkward turned embarrassing...'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-5583005334677485891</id><published>2011-02-21T10:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a very special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;today is a very special day...it's my dad's birthday!  i am so sad i can't be there to celebrate with him today. he is the best dad in the world. seriously. happy birthday to the man who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-is extremely witty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-is the toughest person i know :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-always got us flowers for our birthdays and valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-always had time to go to the church and play kickball or basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;-would take me driving LONG before i was old enough&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [age 3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-loves his grandkids to the moon and back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-taught me numerous life lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-never fails to tell me how proud of me he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-can make me laugh at the drop of a hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-loves my mom so so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-is always willing to donate his time to anyone in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-works so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-is the best dad ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeDoiivkpFs/TWKoDnAgqbI/AAAAAAAAAww/UgmxL6Htyqo/s1600/5615_217718420034_803405034_7629310_7423167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeDoiivkpFs/TWKoDnAgqbI/AAAAAAAAAww/UgmxL6Htyqo/s320/5615_217718420034_803405034_7629310_7423167_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576204068602292658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-5583005334677485891?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5583005334677485891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=5583005334677485891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/5583005334677485891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/5583005334677485891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/very-special-day.html' title='a very special day'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeDoiivkpFs/TWKoDnAgqbI/AAAAAAAAAww/UgmxL6Htyqo/s72-c/5615_217718420034_803405034_7629310_7423167_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6115702625839259011</id><published>2011-02-17T10:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:19:47.785-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>awkward and annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;this week i had no shortage of awkward experiences and memories. while not every single one of this happened this week, they have ALL happened to me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[hence the memories..duh]&lt;/span&gt;. nice. oh and feel free to fill me in on your awkward moments of the week...here we goooo. AWKWARD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;1.garters hanging from rearview mirrors &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[this also can be categorized under trashy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.noticing that the vacant condo across from yours has a light on and the door open...so you go to make sure everything is ok and you walk in on a couple laying on the floor together...umm hi..welcome to the neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3.kids on leashes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[free the leash children!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh what a sweet child...what breed is it? feral? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.resting your eyes in class, having the feeling of falling, and next thing you know everyone is staring and laughing. not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5.getting a bikini wax and seeing the lady that waxed you the next day at wally world. OMG...you look so familiar...how do i know you?? uhh do you really wanna know, lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.when the buttons on your pants make a funny noise on your chair at work and people just assume it was the noise from a bodily function. and then you try to recreate the noise and you never can. ever. like even if your life depended on it. not gonna happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7.the way people act the day after valentine's day...soooo, how was your night? *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*. ok you're creepy and i'm not going to tell you anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;well that's all. it was a strange week. in other news, i am kind of annoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[and not because of the obvious creepy people i surround myself with] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because i have been using a barstool as a side table. i feel like i am doing the chairs a serious disservice because of the "accent table" i am using. see what i mean? classy, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rw30Viqdas/TV1hya7T8AI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tQEhw2v5RJ0/s1600/DSC_1045BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rw30Viqdas/TV1hya7T8AI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tQEhw2v5RJ0/s320/DSC_1045BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574719432603987970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etVaBDW3Uo4/TV1htBFETbI/AAAAAAAAAwY/GEYw7uXJ8g0/s320/DSC_1041BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574719339766238642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyg9CR7zMbo/TV1htjd7YLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_jrZeVjjk_8/s1600/DSC_1044BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;oh and they also are useful when we do our ironing...and by we i mean matt. i hate ironing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyg9CR7zMbo/TV1htjd7YLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_jrZeVjjk_8/s1600/DSC_1044BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyg9CR7zMbo/TV1htjd7YLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_jrZeVjjk_8/s320/DSC_1044BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574719348997316786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;now i am all about functionality and having more than one use for things, but this is a little ridiculous.  i am thoroughly annoyed with the current status of my accent table. i feel like one of the following 3 would be much more appropriate.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;[thank you crate&amp;amp;barrel and pottery barn]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqo60KUTtpY/TV1hsz-8aXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/pkMrrdpF0Vg/s1600/cb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqo60KUTtpY/TV1hsz-8aXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/pkMrrdpF0Vg/s320/cb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574719336250894706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv1-ofv-l0o/TV1hsl9TBkI/AAAAAAAAAwI/d7SI-b7FbD0/s1600/cb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv1-ofv-l0o/TV1hsl9TBkI/AAAAAAAAAwI/d7SI-b7FbD0/s320/cb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574719332485891650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbAcpefEOP4/TV1hsghKY5I/AAAAAAAAAwA/jEF8A-epOeg/s1600/cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbAcpefEOP4/TV1hsghKY5I/AAAAAAAAAwA/jEF8A-epOeg/s320/cb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574719331025707922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;unfortunately i can't justify spending a few hundred dollars on a side table. i'm really hoping i can find one on craigslist, ksl, or from savers...wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-6115702625839259011?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6115702625839259011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=6115702625839259011&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6115702625839259011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6115702625839259011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/awkward-and-annoying.html' title='awkward and annoying'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rw30Viqdas/TV1hya7T8AI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tQEhw2v5RJ0/s72-c/DSC_1045BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1254034321281375775</id><published>2011-02-16T11:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:25:46.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;our valentine's day was pretty low-key. matt had work until 7 and there was no way we were going to go out into the cold and fight the restaurant crowd. not worth it, so we planned on just staying home and eating a meal i made. i was just fine with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;when i got home from work i had these beauties waiting for me. they smell like heaven. oh and there were balloons too! i love surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGtcMAW_Lzo/TVwZ_uWrUrI/AAAAAAAAAvo/hdb0jHIZ5lQ/s320/DSC_1031BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574359021343429298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;i then got to spend the rest of the night with this handsome man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nX4uyikSZP0/TVwZ_7ExFZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DfmJ1XyuCH4/s320/DSC_1038BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574359024757970322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;we ate this meal of salad, salmon, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[yes i loaded up on the sides and had to put my salmon on a different plate-don't judge me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qIkZuVKOWQ/TVwaAB3FexI/AAAAAAAAAv4/t-IvGoMX_oo/s320/DSC_1039BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574359026579634962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-848UE5FIfRU/TVwZ_ag76mI/AAAAAAAAAvg/XttfzM26Hm4/s1600/DSC_1030BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;valentine's day is not complete without some tasty desserts! i stopped at a local bakery and picked up some red velvet cake, a chocolate-caramel cupcake, and a strawberry-vanilla cupcake. they were deelish. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[we ended up being so full from dinner that we just couldn't possibly eat it all so we saved the chocolate cupcake and ate it for dessert yesterday. it was divine.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-848UE5FIfRU/TVwZ_ag76mI/AAAAAAAAAvg/XttfzM26Hm4/s1600/DSC_1030BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-848UE5FIfRU/TVwZ_ag76mI/AAAAAAAAAvg/XttfzM26Hm4/s320/DSC_1030BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574359016017750626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it was the perfect day for us. i loved being able to relax and spend time with matt. love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-1254034321281375775?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1254034321281375775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1254034321281375775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1254034321281375775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1254034321281375775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-love-love.html' title='love love love'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGtcMAW_Lzo/TVwZ_uWrUrI/AAAAAAAAAvo/hdb0jHIZ5lQ/s72-c/DSC_1031BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4383307756587620261</id><published>2011-02-15T11:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>jenji larue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;as i write this i can smell the delicious scent coming off the beautiful flowers from matt for valentine's day.  i have a cutesy post about valentine's day, but right now there is something much more important that needs to be addressed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;today is my oldest sister's birthday! jennifer has been a phenomenal sister and it makes my heart hurt not being with her today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we are 8 years apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[she's an old woman. jk] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but it never feels like that much. except when she talks about how we slept in the same room when my parent's brought me home from the hospital and how she would hold me at night. i cry thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we've always had a special relationship and i can literally call her any time. there have been times i've been mad at her...like when she would make me cry every single summer by calling me octavia while night swimming in the pool. i think it would still freak me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she has always been my biggest fan and would attend every sporting event she could. she would even hold my ribbons for me after track meets and pose for pictures when i was too embarrassed.  and don't even get me started on the basketball games..it's nice to have a relative there sticking up to the refs for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she never forgets a special occasion and she knows exactly how to make me feel like a bajillion bucks.  i love her. i wish i could be there with her on her birrrrthday. here are a few pictures of my beautiful, young, older sister :) happy birthday jenji!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgbSfHtnA4g/TVrDd0gEFNI/AAAAAAAAAuw/sXgU5ALjy3Y/s320/13337_1302936661906_1485156401_817272_4123497_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573982405901161682" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzLHoKoNcng/TVrD6Al6N7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/eG-j5vi2hM4/s320/n1485156401_114043_2306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573982890183243698" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9lDOF5AEoA/TVrDe2sYFMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nsP9iswXCJU/s320/DSC_0554EDIT%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573982423669544130" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F5uy0G7ULkg/TVrDecZ3RjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tuBRaBllreg/s320/DSC_0098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573982416612574770" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5Y_rBTovNI/TVrDeIyujwI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ZDg6BOMfSk8/s320/BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573982411348152066" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVfZhuiS9M0/TVrDfQDtMkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9mbYI3f-xcg/s320/DSC_1311edit2%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573982430478283330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-4383307756587620261?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4383307756587620261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=4383307756587620261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4383307756587620261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4383307756587620261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/jenji-larue.html' title='jenji larue'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgbSfHtnA4g/TVrDd0gEFNI/AAAAAAAAAuw/sXgU5ALjy3Y/s72-c/13337_1302936661906_1485156401_817272_4123497_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-8739709668289720981</id><published>2011-02-12T21:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:19:47.785-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><title type='text'>alone &amp; awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;some of you know that one of matt's favorite things to do is do the radio and tv broadcasts for the UVU men's basketball games.  i love that he has some hobbies that are just his own and i have some as well.  i think it keeps a healthy balance in our relationship.  annnnnyway... i used to accompany matt to these games but i have found that i really don't like going for a number of reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. i have to sit all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. i only know 3 of the players on the team now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[so weird!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. i always end up seeing people i don't really care to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. my time could be better spent doing my nails or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tonight matt had a game to announce so i spent my night alone. i got all sorts of things done! most importantly, i showered for the day around 8 pm. classy. i then did my nails.  i then settled down and watched cupcake wars while eating some frozen yogurt. it was most definitely a very successful night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;while having time to myself to think tonight i thought about all the awkward things that happen every single day. i might have laughed out loud and cringed at the same time.  i have decided to make an "awkward" post every week. i can't help it. awkward things happen too frequently not to! soooo here is my awkward post for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. recording your voicemail greetings...what do you say? "hey leave me a message and i'll call you back, maybe...but probably not..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.listening to your own voicemail greeting...who knew your voice sounded so weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. exiting a one-person bathroom and having someone outside waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. sending a text to the wrong person...no matter what it says, it's awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. sleeping with earplugs because your husband breathes so loudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. raising your hand to make a comment and the speaker not noticing but everyone else noticing so you mumble something to yourself while lowering your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. being talked to at the gym while lifting, with headphones on--i work out with headphones on for a reason. i don't want to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. and lastly, sitting at your desk while one of your co-workers makes fun of someone...in front of that someone without knowing it. and then having them realize it. nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;well that's all folks.  this week was pretttty boring, but we start off next week with Valentine's Day, so it's bound to be bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh and because i don't like posts without at least one picture...here are a few little gems i found from my and matt's dating days...these should probably have been on the awkward list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrY825Xcd_Y/TVdqmmRog0I/AAAAAAAAAuo/oeHaBWiVMdU/s320/Photo%2B16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573040275236356930" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2d5edl2EIk/TVdqmZkZF9I/AAAAAAAAAug/8y_76Stfa4c/s320/Photo%2B15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573040271825377234" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heTTxhz2xOk/TVdqmGvihyI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ONBAtcGLqbY/s320/Photo%2B21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573040266771859234" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZpOxCy_RmA/TVdql-DGGlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BaPr1T8xztI/s320/Photo%2B14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573040264437963346" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-8739709668289720981?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8739709668289720981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=8739709668289720981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8739709668289720981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8739709668289720981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/alone-awkward.html' title='alone &amp; awkward'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrY825Xcd_Y/TVdqmmRog0I/AAAAAAAAAuo/oeHaBWiVMdU/s72-c/Photo%2B16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3979348989654618039</id><published>2011-02-08T11:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>1 year older &amp; wiser too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday was matt's birthday. my sweet husband turned 28 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[yes, it's true. i like older men] &lt;/span&gt;. i don't what i would do without him in my life. i love him so so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TVGNnvQQUNI/AAAAAAAAAuA/fUKcT6bk1zQ/s320/DSC_1029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571389927873073362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TVGNnx3LnqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c8Ud1G-ZUIE/s1600/DSC_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TVGNnx3LnqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c8Ud1G-ZUIE/s1600/DSC_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TVGNnx3LnqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c8Ud1G-ZUIE/s320/DSC_1028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571389928573214370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[this is one of my favorite pictures of matt...ever.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;how cute is he?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm so glad you were born babe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-3979348989654618039?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3979348989654618039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=3979348989654618039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3979348989654618039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3979348989654618039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/1-year-older-wiser-too.html' title='1 year older &amp; wiser too'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TVGNnvQQUNI/AAAAAAAAAuA/fUKcT6bk1zQ/s72-c/DSC_1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1475300314307612210</id><published>2011-02-01T10:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:25:46.709-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the kitchen'/><title type='text'>this one time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i threw away 16 cupcakes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[am i insane?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. they were gross. lemme tell you about them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here they are.  in a walmart bag. about to go in the trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUg-gsL_1_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/vfieX56gtpg/s320/DSC_1021editforblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568769670581835762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really, really love baking treats. and more importantly i love eating them. unless they are disgusting, in which case, i don't love eating them as much.  anyway...i made some "cookies and cream dream" cupcakes on sunday hoping they would be delicious and i could take them to a family birthday dinner for matt.  i also made a funfetti cake with rainbow chip frosting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[as back-up..oh and because that was what matt requested] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so i made these cupcakes, made the frosting, ate one, and then threw them all away.  sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;here i am staring into the wally world bag full of the cupcakes i had just spent hours creating.  no seriously, they took WAY longer than they should have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUg-sTADEYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/MYMHOhbizIs/s1600/DSC_1026editforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUg-sTADEYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/MYMHOhbizIs/s1600/DSC_1026editforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUg-sTADEYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/MYMHOhbizIs/s320/DSC_1026editforblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568769869979259266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes i wear aprons...i don't want to get anything on my clothes...duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;another sad part of this whole story is that i wasted a large number of oreos.  bummmmer. i think that's about all.  it made for a very disappointing few hours, but i felt lots better when we got to my aunt and uncle's and i stuffed my face with dinner.  food always heals the heart--unless it's disgusting food...then it does more damage than good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-1475300314307612210?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1475300314307612210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1475300314307612210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1475300314307612210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1475300314307612210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-one-time.html' title='this one time..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUg-gsL_1_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/vfieX56gtpg/s72-c/DSC_1021editforblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7977730182284384425</id><published>2011-01-27T10:39:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:15:00.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>my biggest project...so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is definitely the biggest project i have ever done.  ok, so i haven't done many projects, but this was the most overwhelming and most time consuming.  now that it is complete i am so happy with how it turned out.  let me start from the beginning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i had been complaining about my living room for weeks--i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;over my red couch.. so while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my sister tracy was in town we decided to go thrifting [it's one of our very favorite things to do].  we went to savers and totally scored...on many levels.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we were walking toward the furniture section and i saw two little gems i just HAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to have.  i think i even quickened my step to get to them before anyone else [because they were clearly a hot item..not.] i turned to tracy and told her we had to buy them.  it was then that i looked at the price.  they were a whopping $12.99 each. i about died.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i then texted my mom to see if she had any experience working with chairs and recovering them. [she can basically do anything...no seriously.] she responded that no she didn't know anything about it...my next text back to her said, "well i just bought them."  that was the end of it and we decided to tackle this foreign project.  the pictures really show the progress better than i can...so here they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the chair[s] i had to have. can't you see why?! ok they were disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh and we were just so excited to rip this chair apart i forgot to take pictures of the chairs together..oooops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGxWJxJmfI/AAAAAAAAAss/dPQX7juuTDc/s320/before%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925608543951346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i just loved the lines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGxWs_W1DI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ib2sPnzZD_g/s320/before%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925617998779442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;all the necessary tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGxW2CENmI/AAAAAAAAAs8/j5E4VGBtiPU/s320/tools.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925620426061410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, this was one of our tools. faaaancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGxXUQIZzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/5e-xWF509Fo/s320/DSC06467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925628538119986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my mom is so talented. obviously. we had these frozen yogurt cones every day. deelish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwzi6ye7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/QFAujBBUDI8/s320/DSC06459.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925013999844274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we had to take the nasty fabric off the chair staple by staple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;there was definitely not a shortage of staples in the chairs.  that was the most difficult part of the whole project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwy3svcrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/RgSs2Z5W9BE/s320/DSC06452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925002398200498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i stabbed myself multiple times while trying to remove the staples. not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwyvq3ULI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZlxcZqvq2fY/s320/DSC06451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925000242843826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just a portion of the staples....there were easily over 1,000 in each chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwzz1iw_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/NhvVXz2ps-s/s1600/DSC06472.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwzz1iw_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/NhvVXz2ps-s/s320/DSC06472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566925018541245426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this was after we had removed the fabric...next we had to take the structure of the chair apart..this also proved to be a difficult step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwIePT67I/AAAAAAAAArc/4LhwpFkANvQ/s320/DSC06453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566924274009369522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it was a little tough getting the chair apart.  it was a tight squeeze and apparently the chairs are really well made...who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUG6z_AH-QI/AAAAAAAAAtU/8CLHuhc8G6s/s320/DSC06464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566936016654694658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwIq0C-FI/AAAAAAAAArk/mqF_323wtuo/s320/DSC06471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566924277384673362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwI9pILHI/AAAAAAAAArs/6lCeBzxw9LM/s1600/DSC06474.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we were finally able to get the chair taken apart...doesn't really look like much, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwI9pILHI/AAAAAAAAArs/6lCeBzxw9LM/s1600/DSC06474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGwI9pILHI/AAAAAAAAArs/6lCeBzxw9LM/s320/DSC06474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566924282439150706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we then used the fabric we had painstakingly taken off the chair as a pattern and cut out the new fabric.  we pulled, pushed, stapled, hammered, and cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[no seriously, i was on the verge of tears on more than one occasion] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;until they were done.  we completed the striped one while my mom was there, but i was left to complete the other one on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[yikes!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;luckily, everything went smoothly and i am so happy with how they turned out!  i couldn't have done it without my fabulous mama and her exceptional sewing abilities.  here is the final project :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGuOdIgoHI/AAAAAAAAArM/N5RQpkPxNcY/s320/DSC_1006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566922177768366194" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGuNLCwJOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/649xQyhcIUY/s320/DSC_1009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566922155732509922" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGuNTfSU6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Miqs6gmBcWY/s320/DSC_1017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566922157999674274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i finally am starting to feel like my house is becoming my own [or our own :)] and i love it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGuOrWZT3I/AAAAAAAAArU/qu0dyopwSw0/s320/final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566922181584703346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so happy these are finally done! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[my hands are so beaten up!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and i found 22 cents shoved in the cushion, so i practically made money on the whole thing :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-7977730182284384425?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7977730182284384425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7977730182284384425&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7977730182284384425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7977730182284384425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-biggest-projectso-far.html' title='my biggest project...so far.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TUGxWJxJmfI/AAAAAAAAAss/dPQX7juuTDc/s72-c/before%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3614439595754920645</id><published>2011-01-19T18:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:27:02.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a mix between sticky shoe &amp; smelly cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this post will be short &amp;amp; uhhhh not sweet at all.  in reality it's pretty disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's about as disgusting as the tv show i'm watching about a girl addicted to eating couch cushions...what the?? umm moving on..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my fabulous mama came to visit over the holiday weekend (holla) and we had a blast.  we worked on a really, really good project (post coming sooooon), went shopping, relaxed, and ate out every meal...and that is where this nice story comes into play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;on saturday night we decided that cafe rio salads would make an excellent dinner [we didn't cook, remember?] so my mother and i headed to cafe rio to pick up our scrumptious meal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;everything went perfectly...little traffic, no line, i remembered to give them my punch card, you know the important things...as i was getting into my car i felt my foot slip a little bit underneath me.  there wasn't any ice so i was verrrrry confused.  i looked down and was horrified to see that i had stepped in vomit. yes you heard me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"&gt;VOMIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; it was truly awful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and it was located very near my car...and it wasn't there when we got to the restaurant.  i about died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;after deciding that throwing my boots away wasn't the best option [i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; hate when my socks get wet and we had gotten a substantial amount of snow and rain lately] i calmly walked to the biggest patch of snow i could find and thoroughly "washed" the pukas off my boot. it was traumatizing.  i then walked back to my car and began discussing the possible explanations for the giant puddle of hurl-nasty outside my door with my mom.  we didn't really come up with anything good. mostly the usual: pregnant woman, bulimic teen, flu-stricken child, etc.  but what it came down to was this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i don't really care where it came from...all that matters is that it ended up on MY boot. and it was raunchy.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh ps: when we got home and i told matt about this heinous incident he immediately said, "you washed it off though, right?" nope....i still have the vomit on my boot and i'm smearing it into our carpet as we speak. DUH. nice one, matt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and because no post is complete without pictures, here are a few from my mama's visit!! love her and miss her already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeif3fnvaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nD5vOwUUoJY/s1600/DSC06440editforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeif3fnvaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nD5vOwUUoJY/s320/DSC06440editforblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564094532995759522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;isn't she the cutest thing you've ever seen. um yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeifktCIQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cdiYCuvjDoE/s1600/DSC06422editforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeifktCIQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cdiYCuvjDoE/s320/DSC06422editforblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564094527951741186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my mom was convinced this hat was a purse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeifF-9h3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/g1aPni4y2yQ/s1600/DSC06423editforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeifF-9h3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/g1aPni4y2yQ/s320/DSC06423editforblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564094519705438066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeie6vAx3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/y281eeHa570/s1600/DSC06419editforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeie6vAx3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/y281eeHa570/s320/DSC06419editforblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564094516685752178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not the same boots in above referenced story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved having my mom here. i miss my family. i'd step in vomit any day if it meant i got to spend the day with them. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-3614439595754920645?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3614439595754920645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=3614439595754920645&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3614439595754920645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3614439595754920645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/mix-between-sticky-shoe-smelly-cat.html' title='a mix between sticky shoe &amp; smelly cat'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTeif3fnvaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nD5vOwUUoJY/s72-c/DSC06440editforblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6857043356132865579</id><published>2011-01-14T09:32:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>pointless &amp; little niece betsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the title of this post is a little misleading....baby betsy is NOT pointless...i actually really love he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[baby betsy is my sister jacque's daughter...this is NOT an announcement that a baby betsy is on the way]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the beginning of this post is very pointless and that is where the pointless part is, but after that this post is perfect. hope that makes sense. if you want to skip the boring text and go straight to the pictures, feeeeeeel free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this morning i ate an apple fritter for breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; no seriously it was gross. i don't really know why i chose this particular donut, but i did. what i do know is that i ended up at macey's this morning in the bakery section because of matt. yes, i blame this all on him. he needed treats for his team at work and he forgot. bless his heart.  awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[the fritter...not matt]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh and to make this story really great i went to the store in sweats, a sweatshirt, and boots. and i had literally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;rolled out of bed. i didn't even put my hair in a ponytail--classsssy lady! so the moral of this story: it's ok to go to the store looking homeless, but it is not ok to leave with an apple fritter. just take my word on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;next item of business: i walked out of my house yesterday, breathed in, expected to have my lungs burn, but NO NO! it was so warm outside! i happily walked to my car, turned it on, and checked the outside temperature.  it was 32 degrees. toasty. i suppose in comparison to the 18 degree week we had been experiencing the week before, 32 degrees was heavenly. nice. not. by the way, i live in a frozen wasteland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lastly, here are some pictures of little baby betsy! over Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[that was seriously forever ago...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i took a couple pictures of my namesake.  she is so beautiful. love her so so much.  here is little betsy lee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAYcBszNI/AAAAAAAAApc/EPjMz993pog/s320/DSC_0317BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562086697131101394" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAZ3QBg5I/AAAAAAAAAps/ZZSsL2DMFK0/s320/DSC_0499edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562086721618805650" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAXXQtGwI/AAAAAAAAApM/3wkHsn0wS3w/s320/DSC_0313EDIT1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562086678671989506" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAZA8XoLI/AAAAAAAAApk/LpR9HODdnT0/s1600/DSC_0498edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAZA8XoLI/AAAAAAAAApk/LpR9HODdnT0/s320/DSC_0498edit1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562086707040854194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAX8WIHZI/AAAAAAAAApU/Y5bN8qtnIlk/s1600/DSC_0477BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAX8WIHZI/AAAAAAAAApU/Y5bN8qtnIlk/s320/DSC_0477BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562086688626843026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;rob was also present during this, but for some reason i don't have any pictures of him with baby betsy....sorrrrrrry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-6857043356132865579?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6857043356132865579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=6857043356132865579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6857043356132865579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6857043356132865579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/pointless-little-niece-betsy.html' title='pointless &amp; little niece betsy'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTCAYcBszNI/AAAAAAAAApc/EPjMz993pog/s72-c/DSC_0317BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1395505504434385756</id><published>2011-01-03T22:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:28:36.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the kitchen'/><title type='text'>goals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i have never really been much of a goal setter.  i attempt to make goals and then usually forget about them or end up thinking that i have something much more important going on. NOT THIS YEAR. for 2011 i really tried to focus on things that i could actually accomplish.  i don't feel the need to share all of these goals with the rest of the world via this blog, but there are 2 that i am really excited about.  they most definitely involve one of my favorite things ever: food.  i am hoping to cook more and try new recipes this year.  so lame, right? well, my dear husband will attest that i don't always put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; food needs first.  our food needs differ greatly. you see i am happy with a salad for dinner.  he, on the other hand, can down a salad in about 12 seconds and still be starving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;these goals really benefit him the most].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because i don't want my hubby to look deprived, i am planning on focusing a lot of my free time on recipes, cooking, grocery shopping, and trying new foods.  who knows, i might even branch out and eat some tofu or something.  now it would be extremely helpful if you would please give me some of your favorite recipes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[you=those of you that actually read this post. yes. YOU]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;i have soo many delicious recipes from my mama, but have you ever noticed that things NEVER taste as good when you make them as they do when your mom cooks them? yes. storyofmylife. in my opinion it is much easier to cook something having terribly low expectations of the end result. smart, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;so feel free to leave your low-expectation meals for me to try...oh and don't tell me how wonderful they taste because if mine turns out disgusting i want to be able to think that maybe that is how it is supposed to taste. grrrrreat thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;now, because posts without pictures kinda suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;even though i tend to do them a lot] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; here are a few pictures from our trip to hawaii :) where good food was never out of the question :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  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height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TSK3ivxzwNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4tp6ghygqwQ/s320/mattbanyan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558206697697427666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TSK3iU-agII/AAAAAAAAAn0/8IPdhD29-cU/s1600/crater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TSK3iU-agII/AAAAAAAAAn0/8IPdhD29-cU/s320/crater.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558206690502541442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TSK3iCqY8wI/AAAAAAAAAns/THTcCY7Qj2U/s1600/beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TSK3iCqY8wI/AAAAAAAAAns/THTcCY7Qj2U/s320/beach1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558206685586715394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had the best time. ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's to 2011! &amp;amp; good food :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-1395505504434385756?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1395505504434385756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1395505504434385756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1395505504434385756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1395505504434385756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals.html' title='goals.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TSK5xPrgXYI/AAAAAAAAAok/eBlQ9I8g5q0/s72-c/hanauma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4283297865790074499</id><published>2010-12-17T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:29:54.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>giant status.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this post is going to be completely pointless and worthless, but i felt it needed to be addressed.  you see i'm married to a rather tall individual.  he is 6'4". i am not a giant but i do stand at a commanding 5'3". while packing for our little vacay i noticed something interesting... matt's clothes take up about 17 times more room than mine.  we are sharing a suitcase and i really struggled getting all of our things to fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite matt's giant status i was able to fit everything into one suitcase...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[thanks for passing that on to me, mom]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;even though it can be a large disadvantage, there are some upsides to having such a tall spouse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.i can wear ANY shoes i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.he will hopefully pass on those tall genes to our offspring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[the boy offspring...i don't need humongous daughters]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3.he can reach the smoke detectors without standing on a chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.he can dunk a basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5.he can always jump and touch the things hanging in the UVU hallways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.he can reach things on top shelves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7.he can see the top of the car to wash it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm sure there are more, but these are definitely the most important!  thanks for being as tall as a tree matt!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-4283297865790074499?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4283297865790074499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=4283297865790074499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4283297865790074499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4283297865790074499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/12/giant-status.html' title='giant status.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-9179927053939377585</id><published>2010-12-13T20:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:53:50.678-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>end of this chapter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i couldn't help but use a &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;cheesy title to this post.  i'm not really sure why...oh well.  today i took my last final, in my last class, on my last day of school.  my college &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[undergraduate]&lt;/span&gt; career is over. and i am so excited about it! i might eventually go back to school and further my education, but for the time being i am just going to enjoy my mornings and enjoy all the free time i suddenly have at my disposal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately my body doesn't realize that i am a college graduate...i'm breaking out terribly and my face doesn't look a day over 13.  it's real nice but i am really hoping that by the time i turn 22 i will have gotten through puberty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so grateful to have a supportive husband and family that always encouraged me to finish school...it wasn't always something i wanted to do but i came to realize that i &lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt; do it...even if i didn't &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; to do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i can focus on hawaii, projects around the house, working out, cooking, baking, and taking care of matthew &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[he needs all the help he can get :) ]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;can't wait :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ps...sorry about the lack of pictures--&gt;remember the acne face? yeah, not cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-9179927053939377585?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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with family, a vacation, a hard class at the gym, or just a day off to sleep in.  it really helps get me through life, ha! ok maybe not, but it really does make things better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;despite my counting down i have completely lost track of time and it just hit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that in 11 days i will be boarding a plane headed here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TP2WjhseUoI/AAAAAAAAAm8/I0Ykevk15mM/s320/Waikiki-Beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547755853074813570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;waikiki beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i can't wait! it will be the perfect graduation present and i am really looking forward to a nice, relaxing vacation with matt (and his parents &amp;amp; brother :)) you see, according to the schedule, we are supposed to be spending Christmas with his family...so that is what we are going to do--in hawaii. i really am excited to get out of the cold! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;don't worry...i'll send out some postcards from the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-4229622279817898087?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4229622279817898087/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TP2WjhseUoI/AAAAAAAAAm8/I0Ykevk15mM/s72-c/Waikiki-Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3315516537237206316</id><published>2010-11-30T19:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:16:08.231-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>a fun little project :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i love having projects to work on around the house.  it really doesn't matter what the project is either.  a couple months ago i saw an ad on craigslist for a 2-piece hutch.  i took one look at the picture and just had to have it!  i paid my $10 (yes...$10!), loaded it into the back of the lexus (that was a real treat), and headed home to get started on working on it.  unfortunately it has taken me this long to get it complete (it was a little difficult finding time between working and school). it wasn't as easy as i thought it would be!  i had to completely sand the whole thing, prime it, and then paint it (3 coats).  i felt so accomplished to finish it!  i still need to put some pulls on the cupboards (anthro here i come!) but other than that it is all done.  here are a few pics to show the journey...haha that's so cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh such a beaut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPW0qBn1QsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/JDY-_6JpAiM/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPW0qBn1QsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/JDY-_6JpAiM/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545537150259643074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;let the sanding begin...unfortunately it felt like it would NEVER end...don't worry--it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPWzLMW_UKI/AAAAAAAAAls/rMKQVko6q6w/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545535521054216354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;slowly getting closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPWzLn5h2_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/BRj3PvVCAxQ/s320/DSC_0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545535528446843890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's FINALLY done! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPWzL55zsMI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7q3IE3WQm-8/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545535533279850690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i had a few things picked out to put on the hutch...these brass elephants definitely made the cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they used to be matt's grandparent's...i love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPWzMiRmGoI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NzYKaXN8YHg/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545535544117041794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this typewriter is the perfect shade of blue for the hutch...it's thrifted from the will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPWzM5opAGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Netq8sd1sTA/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545535550387716194" /&gt;well that's all!  i know it isn't that exciting but i had so much fun doing it and am so happy to have it done...it looks great in our spare room. &lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-3315516537237206316?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TPW0qBn1QsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/JDY-_6JpAiM/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4237126678779642186</id><published>2010-11-13T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:56:13.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the only thing that can make this game better..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the uvu mens basketball team played the maine black bears (every time i say that or hear it i want to call them the blackberries...) on friday night and of course matt did the tv and radio commentary for the game so i went to the game with his mom, marsha. we got there a little early so we went to say hi to matt. while down there i was told i should enter the pinnacle security drawing..the prize was a thousand dollars..i wasn't too excited about entering because i never win anything. reluctantly i entered the contest because we had some time to kill before the game (and the booth was on the way to the concession stand :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the game neared halftime (and we were losing) i turned to marsha and said, "the only thing that would make this game better is if i won a thousand dollars." about 10 minutes later my phone started vibrating and i looked at it and i got the best news! I HAD WON THE DRAWING! my face turned bright red and i started shaking. i went to the booth and they confirmed that i won!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they then gave me a giant, worthless check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i looked like the biggest doofus carrying that thing around for the rest of the game...but i will gladly look totally ridonkulus for a thousand dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be taking this fun little treat to hawaii for Christmas :) here is a pic of my ginormo check...that can't even be cashed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TN7FP-ZoKEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/X_3ag32kt5w/s1600/DSC_0319bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TN7FP-ZoKEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/X_3ag32kt5w/s320/DSC_0319bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539081469951486018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TN7FPuT1ReI/AAAAAAAAAlc/GQUe_1mqIaY/s1600/DSC_0317edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TN7FPuT1ReI/AAAAAAAAAlc/GQUe_1mqIaY/s320/DSC_0317edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539081465632212450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go to the uvu games! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-4237126678779642186?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4237126678779642186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=4237126678779642186&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4237126678779642186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4237126678779642186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-thing-that-can-make-this-game.html' title='the only thing that can make this game better..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TN7FP-ZoKEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/X_3ag32kt5w/s72-c/DSC_0319bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7495856671106120728</id><published>2010-10-25T20:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:27:02.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a little breakfast treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a few weeks ago i got to go over to portland and spend some time with tracie, dyl &amp;amp; the babes.  it was even more fun that jen, dd &amp;amp; baby kate came over for the weekend!  i took over 740 pictures (744 to be exact) and since i can't post them all in one post i will be working on documenting this vacay in sections.  this first post is all about harper.  she is such a beautiful little girl!!  i had lots of fun with her and we bonded over a little cooking session.  dawson and beckham were in bed and tracie and dylan were at the school so we had some time to chat and play.  we made a deelish bed and breakfast oatmeal bake together.  harper was such a great helper!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZEJ-KEEII/AAAAAAAAAlM/hNjnO3cnyTA/s320/DSC_1285edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532184130365952130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZD0zmXvlI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wibYGUJkcXM/s1600/DSC_1276edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZD0zmXvlI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wibYGUJkcXM/s320/DSC_1276edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532183766754639442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC_YJJTdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jCVhwr-If50/s1600/DSC_1277edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC_YJJTdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jCVhwr-If50/s320/DSC_1277edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532182848851234258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC_Am_3oI/AAAAAAAAAks/fUo2lW78aqE/s1600/DSC_1278edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC_Am_3oI/AAAAAAAAAks/fUo2lW78aqE/s320/DSC_1278edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532182842533994114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC-xyxEUI/AAAAAAAAAkk/v3vOXNmrals/s1600/DSC_1281edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC-xyxEUI/AAAAAAAAAkk/v3vOXNmrals/s320/DSC_1281edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532182838556823874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC-kXaMwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yLDSXRTtrcA/s1600/DSC_1284edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC-kXaMwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yLDSXRTtrcA/s1600/DSC_1284edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZC-kXaMwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yLDSXRTtrcA/s320/DSC_1284edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532182834952418050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love that girl. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-7495856671106120728?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7495856671106120728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7495856671106120728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7495856671106120728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7495856671106120728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-breakfast-treat.html' title='a little breakfast treat'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TMZEJ-KEEII/AAAAAAAAAlM/hNjnO3cnyTA/s72-c/DSC_1285edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1197225514933212900</id><published>2010-10-21T16:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>she's FINALLY here!</title><content type='html'>yes it's true...little baby skaggs is finally here!  momma and babe are doing great. jacque has the highest pain tolerance out of anyone i know and so it's no surprise she did fabulously giving birth.  i got to skype with her and rob last night as they waited in the hospital and it was so wonderful to see them and talk to them before they became parents!  oh and i asked nurse sue (one of jac's nurses) if girls really came to the hospital in labor without even knowing they were pregnant (like the show...). she said YES. weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jacker cracker gave birth to a healthy little girl weighing in at 7 lbs 6 oz and measuring 20.5 inches. jac and rob said she has the longest fingers and toes ever! i cannot wait to see that little one. remember, i love babies. i don't have any pictures of her yet but when i get some they will be up here in no time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jac and rob took a couple hours picking a name and when they finally chose one i might have shed a few tears. i'm such a baby, but i couldn't help it.  their little girl's name is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;betsy lee skaggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now do you see why i cried? i already feel a special bond with that little one. congrats jacque and rob! i can't wait to meet little betsy :) and squeeze her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-1197225514933212900?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1197225514933212900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1197225514933212900&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1197225514933212900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1197225514933212900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-finally-here.html' title='she&apos;s FINALLY here!'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7708171261096674920</id><published>2010-10-20T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:40:58.669-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i'll keep you posted..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have wonderful news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;baby skaggs is en route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll keep you posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so excited for jacque and rob i can hardly stand it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-7708171261096674920?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7708171261096674920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7708171261096674920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7708171261096674920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7708171261096674920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-keep-you-posted.html' title='i&apos;ll keep you posted..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-8798625497376800675</id><published>2010-09-15T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:56:36.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>you get what you pay for</title><content type='html'>sadly, this happened today.  my glasses were in my purse and i stepped on it. a terrible crunching noise was heard.  at first i thought it was my bag of wheat thins and i FREAKED. i hate crushed crackers. i then looked in the bag and to my horror found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TJFIGJplX3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/B6I_pfmXr5Q/s1600/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517270289012318066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TJFIGJplX3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/B6I_pfmXr5Q/s320/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and you can't even see that one of the sides is completely gone. snapped right off.  apparently i'm a whale. sooo now the hunt is on for some new sunglasses. these cost me a whole $0.25 at a thrift store (which is why i am so surprised they broke so easily). if you find any like them let me knowwwwwwwwww :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&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/1323391392085911598-8798625497376800675?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8798625497376800675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=8798625497376800675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8798625497376800675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8798625497376800675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-get-what-you-pay-for.html' title='you get what you pay for'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TJFIGJplX3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/B6I_pfmXr5Q/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6229692422820439602</id><published>2010-09-14T11:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>baby kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;matt and i were able to go boise for labor day to see my family.  it was such a nice break! plus, i haven't seen my family since our july trip to the coast so i was having withdrawals. we both took the tuesday after labor day off work so we could make the drive back to utah then and not have to leave monday. while there we ate, slept in, watched football (GO BSU!), golfed, and spent a lot of time with family.  it was superb.  it was so fun to see everyone and it was especially fun to see little kate!  she is just perfect.  i took a couple pictures of her just for fun one morning.  she is so cute i can hardly stand it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i love this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-yAIEVdSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/KXOV8ga-cXQ/s1600/DSC_1133edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-yAIEVdSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/KXOV8ga-cXQ/s320/DSC_1133edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823783787558178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-x_CxGHoI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JmwKHmxBrgw/s1600/DSC_1127edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-x_CxGHoI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JmwKHmxBrgw/s320/DSC_1127edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823765184814722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-x-KHtJSI/AAAAAAAAAj0/VeKC3O0x3Rs/s1600/DSC_0891BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-x-KHtJSI/AAAAAAAAAj0/VeKC3O0x3Rs/s320/DSC_0891BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823749978826018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-x9pzw_CI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JrxloQAlkGA/s1600/DSC_0916sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-x9pzw_CI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JrxloQAlkGA/s320/DSC_0916sepia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823741305256994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xXJDBB_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/eeLnOF3mmgA/s1600/DSC_0934softbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xXJDBB_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/eeLnOF3mmgA/s320/DSC_0934softbw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823079675824114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xWo3MXNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JHhXrY0ekhc/s1600/DSC_0948BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xWo3MXNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JHhXrY0ekhc/s320/DSC_0948BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823071036300498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xWAettHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ssDEP1Eyvmg/s1600/DSC_0951edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xWAettHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ssDEP1Eyvmg/s320/DSC_0951edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823060196209778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xVpueJ1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/qaVapMCxOWM/s1600/DSC_0959cinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xVpueJ1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/qaVapMCxOWM/s320/DSC_0959cinema.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823054088283986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xUtHw-5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/GxpMP3Hojx4/s1600/DSC_0967edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-xUtHw-5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/GxpMP3Hojx4/s320/DSC_0967edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823037819812754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wleMRj1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/-dBeRBPomdE/s1600/DSC_1067auto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wleMRj1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/-dBeRBPomdE/s320/DSC_1067auto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516822226358341458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wk86D6NI/AAAAAAAAAi0/l7F8_g1S11U/s1600/DSC_1093BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wk86D6NI/AAAAAAAAAi0/l7F8_g1S11U/s320/DSC_1093BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516822217423579346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wkSqcsKI/AAAAAAAAAis/bQJGi9mnVS4/s1600/DSC_1097cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wkSqcsKI/AAAAAAAAAis/bQJGi9mnVS4/s320/DSC_1097cross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516822206083805346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wjtt2CXI/AAAAAAAAAik/nTXsg2i1ZHc/s1600/DSC_1083BWcinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wjtt2CXI/AAAAAAAAAik/nTXsg2i1ZHc/s320/DSC_1083BWcinema.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516822196165937522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wixS2tYI/AAAAAAAAAic/VJdWT_cRzQs/s1600/DSC_1015cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-wixS2tYI/AAAAAAAAAic/VJdWT_cRzQs/s320/DSC_1015cross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516822179946608002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love her. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-6229692422820439602?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6229692422820439602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=6229692422820439602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6229692422820439602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6229692422820439602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-kate.html' title='baby kate'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TI-yAIEVdSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/KXOV8ga-cXQ/s72-c/DSC_1133edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1369410380946329923</id><published>2010-08-27T16:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:45:35.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>i need a favor..</title><content type='html'>yes...i need a favor. i need someone to loan me about $10,000 so i can go to anthropologie and buy some of my favorite things. oh, and by loan i mean give... now don't all jump at that offer! i figure $10,000 should be enough (for now at least). here are a few things that make my heart (&amp;amp; eyes!) happy.&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 align="center"&gt;...thank you anthropologie.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510225444913674834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/THhA2QRl-lI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3Dea-H4IpfY/s320/Ruffled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510225435582321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/THhA1tg004I/AAAAAAAAAg8/NnCropQnGpk/s320/Lincolnshire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510225429245280242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/THhA1V59P_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/zgknE-UGC5k/s320/Harvest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510226220788004482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/THhBjaoctoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/cLjaCA9Bxvk/s320/lampshade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510226206132274114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/THhBikCQA8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/5sbaCRNA1oA/s320/Couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510226197795234674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/THhBiE-i43I/AAAAAAAAAhU/JWcQMtNB3gk/s320/Chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1323391392085911598-1369410380946329923?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1369410380946329923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1369410380946329923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1369410380946329923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1369410380946329923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-favor.html' title='i need a favor..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/THhA2QRl-lI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3Dea-H4IpfY/s72-c/Ruffled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6097228300261568090</id><published>2010-08-25T16:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.430-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>baby doherty</title><content type='html'>i love babies. soooo when my sisters jennifer and jacque announced that they were pregnant i was reeeeeeeeeeeal excited. jacque found out she was having a girl and jen opted out of the whole "finding out the sex of your unborn child thing." she's crazy, right?  i would need to plan for things like that!  no no..she's patient enough to wait and that is why she will be a fabulous momma.  welllllllllll, yesterday around 5:50 pm i got a text from my other sister, tracie, (are you following all this?) saying that little baby doherty was on it's way! oh i was so thrilled! i couldn't even sleep last night.  fortunately, jen is a great birther and after 8 minutes of active labor she had gave birth to a little baby &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt;! (ps...jen did this all naturally. another reason i admire her. she's a champ...i'm a serious wimp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby girl doherty is finally here! she was born at 11:42 pm on August 24, 2010.  she weighed 7 lbs 14 oz and was 20 inches long.  she has a head full of dark hair and is a total chubbo :]  mom said she has the cutest double chin ever.  with two gorgeous people like jen and daniel as her parents how could she not be adorable?  i am sooo excited to go home over Labor Day and squeeze her cheeks!  and take her gifts of course...all her gifts up until this point have been gender neutral-lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soo happy for jen and daniel.  and i am so excited for jacque and rob too!  i can't wait for their little girl to be born.  she will be such a cute little girl too!! ps...sorry there are no pictures...lamest post EVER. but i was just so excited i couldn't hold it in :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" alt="Photobucket" 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/1323391392085911598-6097228300261568090?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6097228300261568090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=6097228300261568090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6097228300261568090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6097228300261568090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-doherty.html' title='baby doherty'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7892713335364987012</id><published>2010-08-02T16:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:45:35.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>cry baby.</title><content type='html'>i have a tendency to cry.  not constantly, but i can shed a few tears now and then.  [ask my sisters...] anyway....i received this email from my dad today and i might have cried...staring at my computer...at my desk at work.  i'm seriously the biggest baby EVER. who cries while reading an email? let alone an while at work! oh right..i do.  well here is the email...i highly doubt ANY of you will cry [and by you i mean the 4 people that actually look at this blog], but i thought it should be shared.  ps i didn't actually start to cry til i read #3...so in that case i'm not a total loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five lessons about the way we treat people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During my second month of college, our professor Gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the Cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely, " said the professor.. "In your careers, you will meet many people.  All are significant.. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello.."I've never forgotten that lesson.. I also learned her name was Dorothy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an  Alabama  highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A Special note was attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits.  Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's' bedside just before he passed away... God Bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving pthers."Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins."I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.  The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left..  When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the Table.  There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see,  he couldn't  have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path&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;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway.  Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.  Some of the King's' wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.  Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables.  Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road.  After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.  The peasant learned what many of us never understand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improveour condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp;amp; serious disease.  Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her."  As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away". Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;remember how we treat those around us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-7892713335364987012?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7892713335364987012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7892713335364987012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7892713335364987012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7892713335364987012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/08/cry-baby.html' title='cry baby.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-4836601473309029680</id><published>2010-07-27T19:49:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:32:31.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>oregon coast 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;there is one place i absolutely love...the oregon coast. it is one of the most beautiful places on the planet. here..i'll show you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-iFF6SHkI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ArGoFRNsKWc/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-iFF6SHkI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ArGoFRNsKWc/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791878412344898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what makes it even better are the people i get to spend my beach time with...i have the best family. i love everything about them. it makes me so sad that we don't all live closer to each other, so i really enjoy the time i get to spend with them at the coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my sister jennie and i ventured to oregon a few days after everyone else (we were working..of course). we met at the portland airport...hopped on the max to forest grove...and then drove tracie and dylan's car to the beach house. it was my first experience on the max, but jennie made sure to make me feel comfortable by making pretty faces at me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-iErAGtaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KcoK6d7THr8/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-iErAGtaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KcoK6d7THr8/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791871189005730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;after jennie and i got to the beach house around midnight we couldn't help but stay up and talk with the fam....i had missed them. oh wait i STILL miss them. anyway...we spent the next week enjoying the fabulous weather, eating, laughing, talking, shopping, taking pictures, going to the tide pools, and just spending time together. it was perfect. except we were missing some very important people (matthew, rob &amp;amp; daniel)..next year. well here are some pictures that tell the coast story much better than i can... :] ps..any time i get a camera in my hands i become like the paparazzi... the poor children are going to go blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love this little man...beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-iEBKHaoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/hCzb8-Qgdl8/s1600/DSC_0028EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-iEBKHaoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/hCzb8-Qgdl8/s320/DSC_0028EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791859956705922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hs2RDVlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GWNMIAyHaOo/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hs2RDVlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GWNMIAyHaOo/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791461896017490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;grandma &amp;amp; b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hsTsugTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ktNCutovOXI/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hsTsugTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ktNCutovOXI/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791452616851762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;easily the cutest kids on the planet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hsIFShBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ISRZPJcLMj0/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hsIFShBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ISRZPJcLMj0/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791449498649618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hrm6NNfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/n0YXO86lpHU/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hrm6NNfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/n0YXO86lpHU/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791440593794546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hrGlaG-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/edHyS75xRAI/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hrGlaG-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/edHyS75xRAI/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hrGlaG-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/edHyS75xRAI/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498791431916624866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dawson was so cute about all the treasures he found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hIaSfUyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Lf4u_D7p5ms/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hIaSfUyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Lf4u_D7p5ms/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790835910562594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hHyLi7XI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0c6DYy1drpE/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hHyLi7XI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0c6DYy1drpE/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790825144020338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hHFgYQRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/93zMI94d510/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hHFgYQRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/93zMI94d510/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790813151805714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hGxVR-WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/88xAgF-ZZuI/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hGxVR-WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/88xAgF-ZZuI/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790807736547682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jacque...fyi: she's like 6 months pregnant. and you can't even tell...what in the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hGdISZWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0ppU3bR5FUw/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-hGdISZWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0ppU3bR5FUw/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790802313340258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gb6egKmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Cw-GxADJWnE/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gb6egKmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Cw-GxADJWnE/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790071456770658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh right...she's pregnant too...due in like 5 weeks..but you wouldn't know unless you saw her stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gbXwzivI/AAAAAAAAAes/FoJhH_2WW7g/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gbXwzivI/AAAAAAAAAes/FoJhH_2WW7g/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790062138297074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;best dad in the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ga6mKXkI/AAAAAAAAAek/h28nqXhbsCs/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ga6mKXkI/AAAAAAAAAek/h28nqXhbsCs/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790054309027394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gaakFOOI/AAAAAAAAAec/OxaAUSrqqwI/s1600/DSC_0108EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gaakFOOI/AAAAAAAAAec/OxaAUSrqqwI/s320/DSC_0108EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790045710366946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dyl..looking like a true tourist with the camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the camcorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gZx674xI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6iebzfOyM2w/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-gZx674xI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6iebzfOyM2w/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790034800370450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;harper LOVED the water...she would run, play (and fall) and get so wet and dirty and not even care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ft79Uk8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/K9t6wGDi96U/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ft79Uk8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/K9t6wGDi96U/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498789281580487618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;she is the most beautiful little girl i have ever seen...duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ftoiGPCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gOOiwyH2Oio/s1600/DSC_0131CROSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ftoiGPCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gOOiwyH2Oio/s320/DSC_0131CROSS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498789276366027810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ftK8lkzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/R-vQGkHXEIA/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-ftK8lkzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/R-vQGkHXEIA/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498789268424069938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;amazing mom...(ps...the weather turned to this in 30 seconds...taken the same day as the ones above :]...welcome to the coast!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-fszIonMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rJ4G6r0R7ds/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-fszIonMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rJ4G6r0R7ds/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498789262032149698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;harper...the hoodlum. she was a little cold from falling on her face into the ocean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-fsQK_rPI/AAAAAAAAAds/4F04c9W8Zjg/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-fsQK_rPI/AAAAAAAAAds/4F04c9W8Zjg/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498789252646808818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e3jYhIMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/elBo5oMSNOE/s1600/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e3jYhIMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/elBo5oMSNOE/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498788347270734018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;grandma and grandpa always come and see us at the beach house. it's the highlight of my trip. tracie and grandpa are comparing ear sizes here... :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e3agRlhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kgWtibW4DWk/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e3agRlhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kgWtibW4DWk/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498788344887350802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i took a few maternity pictures of jac while we were there...i'm clearly not a pro, but it was so fun! and she looks so fabulous..can't wait to meet that little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e2hypuFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/sFkla6zxYRg/s1600/DSC_0262cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e2hypuFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/sFkla6zxYRg/s320/DSC_0262cross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498788329663608914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we love going to the tide pools at depoe bay...the walk to the water is a little rough though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e2MX1EJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/u0Ple-b9Ddc/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e2MX1EJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/u0Ple-b9Ddc/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498788323913961618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because of the intensity and steep incline of the hill we always ask the pregnant women to carry the children...safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e15QosiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/W9USWVjPM-w/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-e15QosiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/W9USWVjPM-w/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498788318783517218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c4QwByiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jIz5Iph_W2w/s1600/DSC_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c4QwByiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jIz5Iph_W2w/s320/DSC_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498786160425683490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c3XnduWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/djLUD3GBtl0/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c3XnduWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/djLUD3GBtl0/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498786145088944482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c3BrSQkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UPgDwgLMeN8/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c3BrSQkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UPgDwgLMeN8/s320/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498786139199390274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love them. more than life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c2g5vKqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/F0NXlNmw3BI/s1600/DSC_0338BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c2g5vKqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/F0NXlNmw3BI/s320/DSC_0338BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498786130401634978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love her so so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c2E5PJHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ai6J39HgaL8/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-c2E5PJHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ai6J39HgaL8/s320/DSC_0358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498786122883343474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; i love her tooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bb4F1LMI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GrXnbpj1vj4/s1600/DSC_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bb4F1LMI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GrXnbpj1vj4/s320/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498784573258280130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oregon coast 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bbZxjVqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/92bAAD7-2Cw/s1600/DSC_0387CROSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bbZxjVqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/92bAAD7-2Cw/s320/DSC_0387CROSS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498784565120161442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bZYaFsyI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ozRVM8YjtWQ/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bZYaFsyI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ozRVM8YjtWQ/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498784530393576226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;model material...obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bY72u1uI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oJSG6bmYk2U/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bY72u1uI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oJSG6bmYk2U/s320/DSC_0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498784522729084642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bYf0xYRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/m-ZrZnWdY4k/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-bYf0xYRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/m-ZrZnWdY4k/s320/DSC_0417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498784515204669714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aOHZgnEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bDKMsH_ZKMY/s1600/DSC_0485SHARP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aOHZgnEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bDKMsH_ZKMY/s320/DSC_0485SHARP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498783237337553986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tracie &amp;amp; dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aNybfCvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3aPrKch8dr0/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aNybfCvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3aPrKch8dr0/s320/DSC_0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498783231708695282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sisters...take 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aNesXrAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oxdW3PoOYQw/s1600/DSC_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aNesXrAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oxdW3PoOYQw/s320/DSC_0553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498783226410806274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;take 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aNOT-ldI/AAAAAAAAAas/jJn0jUDXO4I/s1600/DSC_0554EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aNOT-ldI/AAAAAAAAAas/jJn0jUDXO4I/s320/DSC_0554EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498783222013531602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aMzBt7qI/AAAAAAAAAak/gq5NwwH_dDw/s1600/DSC_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-aMzBt7qI/AAAAAAAAAak/gq5NwwH_dDw/s320/DSC_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498783214689185442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-X8YDRb9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/dZa3GVjMcEg/s1600/DSC_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-X8YDRb9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/dZa3GVjMcEg/s320/DSC_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498780733546786770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-X7f3RhVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/VTzOGBd4DLk/s1600/DSC_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-X7f3RhVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/VTzOGBd4DLk/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498780718464075090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it naturally filters the water...it wasn't even salty. i could definitely survive in the wilderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-X61ozS0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/TfPL5NKWC2w/s1600/DSC_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-X61ozS0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/TfPL5NKWC2w/s320/DSC_0583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498780707129084738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;harper playing in the "rain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-W03CdxFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Zfx8tsEMRoc/s1600/DSC_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-W03CdxFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Zfx8tsEMRoc/s320/DSC_0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498779504914318418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-W0cDUtlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Uxi4QH6SLa8/s1600/DSC_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-W0cDUtlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Uxi4QH6SLa8/s320/DSC_0600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498779497670162002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-W0IwGkoI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VWLZb_sjHA8/s1600/DSC_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-W0IwGkoI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VWLZb_sjHA8/s320/DSC_0614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498779492489269890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;gorgeous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-WzicbQhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4t1DuuC30qo/s1600/DSC_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-WzicbQhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4t1DuuC30qo/s320/DSC_0617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498779482206192146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you can't go to the coast and not get salt water taffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-WzGR2vqI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EPLo8bEFN9k/s1600/DSC_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-WzGR2vqI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EPLo8bEFN9k/s320/DSC_0634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498779474645663394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-VquHIqUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vremC3J9c0Y/s1600/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-VquHIqUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vremC3J9c0Y/s320/DSC_0637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498778231207668034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-VqZWaznI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fLi8cAwuIwk/s1600/DSC_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-VqZWaznI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fLi8cAwuIwk/s320/DSC_0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498778225634627186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i drove back to boise with mom, dad, &amp;amp; harper...she was a doll..especially being in the car for 10 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-Vp59Rc7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/kGqODlctOxo/s1600/DSC_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-Vp59Rc7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/kGqODlctOxo/s320/DSC_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498778217207657394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's obvious how much i love this vacation...we have been going for as long as i can remember and i hope we can continue to go for a very long time.  the memories made on this vacation are unforgettable and the time spent with my family is irreplaceable. love them. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-4836601473309029680?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4836601473309029680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=4836601473309029680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4836601473309029680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/4836601473309029680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/07/oregon-coast-2010.html' title='oregon coast 2010'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TE-iFF6SHkI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ArGoFRNsKWc/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-8583476535257343099</id><published>2010-07-13T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:32:31.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><title type='text'>little vacay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i leave for one of my most favorite places in the whole wide world...the Oregon Coast!  i love it.  unfortunately matt has work and can't come along...again...for the second year.  i hate not having him there with me but i am so excited to see my family and spend time with them!  when i get back there will be many pictures!  seeeeeeeee you later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TDzTdWFc5gI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hBRyFKcFpbw/s320/Oregon-Coast9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493498146583275010" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-8583476535257343099?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8583476535257343099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=8583476535257343099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8583476535257343099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8583476535257343099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-vacay.html' title='little vacay!'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TDzTdWFc5gI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hBRyFKcFpbw/s72-c/Oregon-Coast9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-8192978945357206347</id><published>2010-07-07T23:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:53:50.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>creepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's always entertaining to see the shows that are on TV in the wee hours of the morning.  surprisingly, i didn't have to wait til 3 am to watch this educational program.  PREGNANT AT 70. not even joking.  yeah that 70 means 70 years old.  probably the creepiest show i have ever watched but i just couldn't pull myself away!  it was so weird.  not only is this lady old enough to be my grandma, but she's totally blind. ummm interesting? yes. oh and another lady has her nose pierced....i cannot imagine my grandma with a nose ring. crazzzzy. to keep myself from hurling every 5 minutes i got a pop :] and took this picture. in my awwwwwesome ups shirt (thanks dyl) and that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TDVeXXeU_UI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Gy9lQ5ztGIU/s320/Photo+74.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491399076179410242" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/07/creepy.html' title='creepy.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TDVeXXeU_UI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Gy9lQ5ztGIU/s72-c/Photo+74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3040733553432245697</id><published>2010-06-30T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:34:29.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><title type='text'>i've turned in my tiara...</title><content type='html'>for a crown. yes it's true...i now have something bigger (not necessarily better). you see i went to the dentist today so he could give me my crown. and it sucked. i spent 2 1/2 hours in that chair, had to pay a lot of money, and now what am i left with? sore gums and a throbbing mouth. rad. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here's a nice little diagram of how a crown works...total grossout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488649172969212658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TCuZV7uSSvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QmbAhH39EIc/s320/dental_crown_diagram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" 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turned in my tiara...'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TCuZV7uSSvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QmbAhH39EIc/s72-c/dental_crown_diagram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-2589804312076080009</id><published>2010-06-29T16:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:44:14.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><title type='text'>one hot mess...</title><content type='html'>in each of my posts there is usually a certain amount of complaining.  i would like to continue that trend with this one.  you see it has gotten quite toasty here in utah since our last snowfall...remember that? that one time it snowed in MAY?  yeah well i'm happy to report that has passed.  unfortunately we now have the heat.  don't get me wrong--i LOVE LOVE LOVE the summer, sun, heat, and warmth of the summer months.  i just have a hard time loving it while driving in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh just turn on the AC you say! well i would be all over that except rhonda (my car...she's a honda) struggles with the AC.  in other words every time i turn it on it blows hot air...not even a hint of relief from the deathly heat can be found in that vehicle.  i'm not really sure why we are having this problem...but i've been told i need to have the ac charged?  um ok. anyway. to try and alleviate the pain i feel while driving, i usually roll down all the windows and focus on my breathing the whole way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is usually effective except for in a few circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;when talking on the phone to my mom..this requires me to roll up the windows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when i'm completely stopped in traffic and there is no air flow through the cabin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when i am having a REALLY good hair day and i don't want to ruin it (this rarely happens)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;besides these select occasions i do pretty well in the car.  i still get VERY hot and that's when the sweat happens. i hate sweating unless i'm exercising.  unfortunately there isn't much to be done about it when i go from sitting in a 65 degree office to a 110 degree &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;greenhouse&lt;/span&gt;..i mean car. sometimes i even get little sweat spots where my sunglasses rest on my nose. it makes me gag thinking about it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in reality i'm not quite sure where this post was going.  all i know is that my car is very warm...and it turns me into one hot mess by the time i get home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2589804312076080009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-hot-mess.html' title='one hot mess...'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-5359026090246221169</id><published>2010-06-15T14:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:17:37.430-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>sunday night giggles</title><content type='html'>i'm taking an infancy and childhood development class this summer and besides the fact it's 2 1/2 hours long and at night, i really enjoy all the things i'm learning. sometimes it can be a tiny bit boring though, so to keep myself occupied i eat lemonheads, drink diet pepsi, secretly text under my desk (yeah it's basically like i'm back in high school), and skim the book ahead of my teacher. while reading last night in class i came across this statement: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"normally, neurological advances in the prefrontal cortex occur at about age 4 or 5, and children become less likely to throw a temper tantrum, provoke a physical attack, or burst into giggles during prayer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after i read this i smiled...and then giggled...and then full on laughed. my teacher stopped class and asked me to explain what was so funny (again just like hs...what is going on here?). i told him it was nothing that i wanted to share with the class. he asked to please tell everyone what was so funny. i gave in. i read him the sentence and then shared my experience. now this isn't word for word but you get the idea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have 3 older sisters....the oldest, Jennie, is 8 years older than I, Tracie is 6 years older and Jacque is 3 years older. we get along really well with each other and whenever we are all together we laugh and laugh and laugh. unfortunately sometimes we laugh too much. when we were younger we would get "the sundy night giggles" as my dad so fondly called it. we would be so wild and giggly that my parents could hardly control us. there is something about a sunday night that makes the giggles come out. we were often told to go walk around the cul-de-sac to get rid of the giggles. this might sound harsh and somewhat dangerous to some of you, but don't fret, i was about 7 when this all started so that would make Jen 15. we were perfectly safe to be walking around the neighborhood in the middle of december at 10 o'clock at night. the sunday night giggles haunted us for about 11 years until i left for college...real mature, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the reason i bring this up is because that portion of my book says that at about age 4 or 5, children will become less likely to giggle during prayers. apparently none of our prefrontal cortexes had those neurological advances because we were 26, 24, 21, and 18 and still giggling through prayers. perhaps we should grow up a bit? probably not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107849923350226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBfpievWTtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Kv8nCamk5_8/s320/betsymatt_85sistersedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107868627121970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBfpjkarNzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PYHmRPwRk5U/s320/4493_1152458260040_1485156401_376083_6038538_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107858433751122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBfpi-cYuFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qd0qpLWtbhU/s320/DSCN1833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107862266640514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBfpjMuN-II/AAAAAAAAAV8/4aVzNRGNBLE/s320/n803405034_1733585_7018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" 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tradition</title><content type='html'>i love a good tradition. i think they are magnificent. there is 1 tradition i really don't understand though.  i don't know why people save their wedding cake to eat on their 1 year anniversary. here are a few of my thoughts on this special tradition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. year old cake cannot taste good--i don't care if it was made by betty crocker herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. i don't even want to think about the freezer burn that would latch on to that thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. if the cake tastes so delicious why not eat it all right then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. you shouldn't judge someone that &lt;strong&gt;DOES&lt;/strong&gt; eat the whole cake the day after they return from the honeymoon...there is a chance i did this.&lt;br /&gt;5. if you want to have a cake to eat on your 1 year anniversary just get a new cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you see i wanted to have the "sentimental value" of eating cake on our anniversary.  sooooo i contacted &lt;a href="http://saltcakecity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (she made our deeeeelish wedding cake) and asked her to recreate the top tier of our cake. it was probably one of my most brilliant ideas.  matt loved it (but he pretty much likes cake for any reason), and i didn't have to deal with nasty, frozen cake issue. it was fab and i even pulled out our feather cake topper :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482762376355719362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBavVRaPKMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/U33WiSPZcZY/s320/cake2EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBavVlZ7vCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/K7_xRKZxa-M/s1600/DSC_0023EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482762381723155490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBavVlZ7vCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/K7_xRKZxa-M/s320/DSC_0023EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided since matt was so kind as to let me pick the flavor of our wedding cake (coconut almond) i would get a flavor he would like for this one.  i got butter yellow with chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482762388740216706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBavV_i7l4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/5V1OvXjfUbo/s320/cake8EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he gobbled it right up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482762389259829442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBavWBe0QMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xUF5JJsHrJA/s320/plateEDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-8172945973861768116?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8172945973861768116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-6903477555933618955</id><published>2010-06-13T09:06:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:21:32.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>a year ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't believe that a year ago today matt and i were married! this year has passed in the blink of an eye.  i love him so so much and am more than excited to see what the future holds for us.  he is the perfect man for me and my best friend. i am so lucky to have him. happy 1 year anniversary babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are a few pictures from that special day :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBUA2yFOnTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QXWiMFv2V8k/s320/5615_217718390034_803405034_7629305_6160180_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482289062550084914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBUAWfxgFhI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ooC-nebP3s4/s320/5615_217718335034_803405034_7629296_4940802_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482288507879691794" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBUAV7tRHiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X2jRg4GxxpY/s320/5615_217718320034_803405034_7629293_3691494_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482288498198257186" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBUAVtVaavI/AAAAAAAAAUk/X8B5fjeWT4k/s320/5615_217718315034_803405034_7629292_7787509_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482288494340106994" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBUAVVJ4kaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AMqK9d7IeLQ/s320/5615_217718310034_803405034_7629291_5858082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482288487849300386" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBT_xeR2-2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kanrLvBb_Wk/s320/5615_217718270034_803405034_7629285_1449646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482287871823379298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/6903477555933618955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-ago.html' title='a year ago...'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TBUA2yFOnTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QXWiMFv2V8k/s72-c/5615_217718390034_803405034_7629305_6160180_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-545068161335528056</id><published>2010-06-08T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:34:29.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><title type='text'>don't forget your snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;some of you might already know this, but i have terrible teeth. you see they are straight (no braces) but they are very weak... one time i went to the dentist and had 9 cavities. yes...9. i was using perscription toothpaste that was supposed to help with that problem. uh yeah that worked well.  apparently i have very weak enamel and my chompers struggle because of it. now don't judge me because of this.  i always had my teeth cleaned regularly and if you know my father you know that his most favorite statement is, "don't forget your snags." ps--snags are teeth, so i always took care of my teeth.  it just doesn't seem to really make a difference. sick nasty huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; my teethers have improved slightly over the years, but not by much. i still get lots of cavities despite all my brushing, flossing, and overal proper dental hygiene.  now you're probably wondering where i am going with all this...well i am going to the dentist tomorrow. i HATE the dentist. i'm not scared of the dentist..no no, no fear here, but i just really don't like him. it was a dislike that was instilled in me at a young age... because of this, i have grown increasingly fond of this clip. never seen the movie, but i feel this little clipperooski is appropriate.  enjoy. i'll let you know how hell is tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hHsDKqKE_kc/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHsDKqKE_kc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHsDKqKE_kc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-8038758898423065782</id><published>2010-05-29T20:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:44:14.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><title type='text'>totally bugs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i decided to write a little post about things that are especially irritating to me. i'm sorry if any of these offend. i will not elaborate on them, but rather just state them. i'll try to keep the list short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. running out of q-tips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. forgetting to buy more q-tips when at the store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. blog posts with no pictures...oh wait i do that...still bugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. pants that are too short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. shirts that are too short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. kobe bryant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. the fringe on paper that has been torn out of a notebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. those leash things people attach to their kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. when people take their shoes and socks off in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. when i call customer service and i end up talking to someone in india&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. when people use their, there, and they're incorrectly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. stubbing my toe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. heelys or any type of sneaker with a wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. when people don't put carts in the actual cart return area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. the carts at ikea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. backpacks with wheels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. when i wait in line at cafe rio for 10 minutes and then the person in front of me doesn't know what they want to order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. when people answer their phones in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. sleeping with socks on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. being expected to know spanish in america&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. being told i look like a 13 year old boy on lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. being asked why i'm not in class at the high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. when i'm asked if i grew up on a farm and drove a tractor before i drove a car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. and finally...when people take animals on airplanes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that list made me sound like a really annoyed person, but i'm not- promise :]  oh and just so i'm not in violation of #3..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TAHN6SI2XBI/AAAAAAAAARY/SjOpodZrIwg/s320/DSC_0092EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476885023044295698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is something that will never ever annoy me :] love this thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/1323391392085911598-8038758898423065782?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8038758898423065782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=8038758898423065782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8038758898423065782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/8038758898423065782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/totally-bugs.html' title='totally bugs..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TAHN6SI2XBI/AAAAAAAAARY/SjOpodZrIwg/s72-c/DSC_0092EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-135517139109022837</id><published>2010-05-28T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:45:35.672-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a fun little dress....</title><content type='html'>i believe i've mentioned this before, but my mom is the greatest. she can basically do ANYTHING. so last time i was home we went to a little consignment shop called A&lt;em&gt;gain. &lt;/em&gt;it has some really great things and we were satisfied with our purchases (who wouldn't be satisfied with a nearly new ann taylor sweater for $3??). one of our purchases was a dress made out of a really fun print. unfortunately it wasn't our size (yes i wear the same size as my mother and all 3 of my sisters...and we share clothes..and it's glorious). my mother knew that she could do something to make this dress work. and did she ever. i received a fun little package the other day with this inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476436122528954530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TAA1o1Z0uKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ja0V7-6C89k/s320/DSC_0090EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i wasn't actually in the package, but the dress was...it's totally cute, huh? um yes. she added such fun little detail that i would have overlooked had i tried to do this on my own...like this little embellishment on the pocket--which of course is only pinned on so i can remove it for easy washing (another thing i definitely would have forgotten about...who washes their clothes nowadays anyway? grunge is in :) ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476436667686690786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TAA2IkRjn-I/AAAAAAAAARA/tvS3FdV_3oM/s320/DSC_0097EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she is wonder woman. love her to pieces. thanks for the dress mom..i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-135517139109022837?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_xRVMUuXLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iBZx-lLW6R8/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i'm not even joking. snow? yes, my friends, SNOW. i was hating life. especially because this was what i saw when i looked out my window only 48 hours before:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475341345016297794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_xR8ZW0uUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/B5aw2FQ9ZSM/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;is anyone else seeing the contrast here? um yes--i do. i decided to get ready for school despite feeling like i had just been hit by a train... i thought maybe some fresh [snowy] air will make me feel better. it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475341901387846834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_xScyAI1LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sds93mM8APc/s320/DSC_0077edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is my "i live in a hell hole" face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway...i left for&lt;strong&gt; SUMMER &lt;/strong&gt;school and stomped through the &lt;strong&gt;SNOW&lt;/strong&gt; to get to my car. i then proceeded to &lt;strong&gt;SCRAPE&lt;/strong&gt; off my windows and blast &lt;strong&gt;HEAT&lt;/strong&gt; the whole way to the school. oh and then it was as if no one in utah has ever witness &lt;strong&gt;SNOW &lt;/strong&gt;at the end of &lt;strong&gt;MAY &lt;/strong&gt;before...oh right because that is totally ridiculous.  well the freeway was packed. i guess i didn't mind that part too much--i got to enjoy my bagel and schmear and i heard all the hot new gossip on the radio.  i finally arrived at my destination and left the warmth of my vehicle to go into the air conditioned basement of my place of learning.  yes...the &lt;strong&gt;AC&lt;/strong&gt; was being used.  ps i had to basically wade my way to the entrance because there were so many puddles. despite wearing winter boots my pants were soaked up to my mid calf and my socks got wet. i seriously hate wet socks. at this point i was at my lowest of lows.  i was &lt;strong&gt;cold&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wet&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;. sounds like a nice, spring day, right? not so much. i complained to matthew over text for about an hour before he told me to just go home. i couldn't pass up that offer. with the flu and a sinus infection i wasn't feeling my best and the snow was the icing on the cake. i immediately put on sweats and fuzzy socks when i got home and stayed under a blanket the rest of the day. i am feeling slightly better today and when i looked out the window this morning it was sunny and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.  the high temperature was 70 degrees. i'm not even kidding. i'm even wearing sandals. i will never understand this state i live in...it's totally lame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;on a more positive note...i'm buying a power sander today. greatest day ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-1497122523936058255?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1497122523936058255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1740112871212074091</id><published>2010-05-19T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:25:46.709-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the kitchen'/><title type='text'>thanks a lot norm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so yesterday i got home from work around 5:45.  i was famished.  matthew wasn't hungry so i was just going to cook some rice and veggies and a tortilla. disgusting combo, right? well at this point i would have eaten anything. i was starving. anyway...i got out the skillet to start cooking my tortilla (ps: the l's in this word actually make the L sound...tortiLLa).  i turn the stove on and carefully place my tortilla in the pan.  oh by the way...i am obsessed with the uncooked tortillas.  they are about a thousand times better than already cooked ones. TRY THEM. so i am in the process of precisely cooking my deeeeelish dinner when the doorbell rings.  i go, look out the peephole, and see a precious old man.  of course i just have to answer the door! so this old man, norm, proceeds to tell me that he is with the census bureau and he asked me if i would be willing to answer a few questions. i agreed.  i answered all of his questions and about the time he is thanking me, matthew says, "bets, that thing is burning!" i look over at the stove and what do i see? a lot of smoke. it was totally rad. i hurried norm out the door and then went back to the kitchen.  matthew had taken the pan off the stove and this was inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_SxQAvTTUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5fPsjlykMDs/s320/DSC_0023Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194335796415810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm no martha stewart, but i can cook a dang tortilla...i blame this one on norm. lesson: don't ever get distracted by cute, little, census grandpas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-1740112871212074091?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1740112871212074091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=1740112871212074091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1740112871212074091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/1740112871212074091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-lot-norm.html' title='thanks a lot norm..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_SxQAvTTUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5fPsjlykMDs/s72-c/DSC_0023Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-3577290990025200377</id><published>2010-05-17T14:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:58:26.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>longest post everrrrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>this post is definitely going to be one of my longest. and with few pictures--lame. i will not be offended if you don't read it all--you don't even have to read any of it if you don't want to. first item of business: this beauty--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472343190704743810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_GrI2L75YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HmpkGhGnzfw/s320/nikon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonderful, right? yes i think so. you see i have been needing a new camera for a few months (i might have dropped ours in the snow...) so i did some research and decided that if i was going to buy a new camera i wanted to get one that i liked and that i would get a lot of good pictures out of...that is when my new bff Nikon D3000 came into the picture. so i saved my pennies and on saturday matthew took me to the camera store and i picked her up. it was glorious and i love her already! i had to charge the battery for a full &lt;strong&gt;8 HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; before i could start snapping away, but i patiently waited. and then the time came when i was allowed to assemble the camera and take pictures. i loved every minute of it and can't wait to capture all the fun memories matthew and i have together! it will be bomb.com and my posts will finally have real pictures again! (except this one... :) ) oh yes and matthew loves that i take millions of pictures of him already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;item of business #2: this past week i got to go home and spend a few days with 3 of my most favorite people: my mother, my father, and my oldest sister jennifer. it was delightful and gave me a nice little break from school (which will be item #3) and work. unfortunately, matthew had work and couldn't tag along. that part of it was totally lame. but other than that i had a wonderful time. i easily have the best family in the world. by far. hands down. no one even comes close. i won't go into detail because i don't want to make anyone feel badly about their inadequate families :] jk. but i could devote a whole post to each individual in my family. love their guts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;item of business #3: school. you see i finished spring semester the last week in april which was a real treat because 19 credits in one semester was not fun. it was so not fun that i decided to give myself a break and only take 18 credits in the summer. brilliant. the summer semester is split into two blocks..7.5 weeks a block. i am taking 12 credits this block and will take 6 in the second block. my weekly schedule consists of this: monday, wednesday &amp;amp; friday-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:45 am-2:00 pm=classes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:15 pm-5:45 pm=work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 pm-8:30 pm=more class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't have class on tuesday or thursday so i use those days to study, do homework, sleep, and work on projects around the house...it's not my first choice of schedule, but i can do anything for 7.5 weeks, right? aaaaaaaaand i graduate in december! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;item of business #4: i mentioned in my last post that tracy and her kiddos came to visit and that i would be posting more about their time here with us...well i obviously haven't done that yet, so here are a few more pictures from their visit...one of these days i will post about &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; their trip here--we had SO much fun :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beckham slobbered a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472366827499480210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_HAosG85JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dXTGyVvKmLg/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was a lot of fun with the iphone...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472366829107763330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_HAoyGZWII/AAAAAAAAAPo/_JZkQJnV2Mk/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;practicing putting with uncle matt&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472366838079583362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_HApThcdII/AAAAAAAAAPw/mCSEdG_0CXk/s320/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472366846478584306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_HApyz7CfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vQUBXVDBVbU/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;trying on uncle matt's shoes&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472366856920606082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_HAqZtfpYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ixOi7hbbvdw/s320/DSC_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eating hay? typical harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472367153396539138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_HA7qK3XwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FZzyACtH_0Y/s320/DSC_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tractor rides with uncle bob&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472367162431589490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_HA8L0_THI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oJ3ej12XjtA/s320/DSC_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and despite how it looks, tracy and i were actually present this whole time... we can't wait for their next visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;well that is basically all that is going on at the moment. matthew is still LOVING his job and he also enjoys all his time to golf as well.... and next post will have more pictures! promise :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-3577290990025200377?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3577290990025200377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=3577290990025200377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3577290990025200377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/3577290990025200377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/longest-post-everrrrrrrrr.html' title='longest post everrrrrrrrr!'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S_GrI2L75YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HmpkGhGnzfw/s72-c/nikon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-846508045003792085</id><published>2010-04-27T16:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:27:02.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>little visitors...</title><content type='html'>this post will be short. but more are to come! it will take me about 100 posts to talk about my last couple of days...i got to spend them with my sister and these precious kiddos...i couldn't help but snap a few (ok, like 450) pictures of them. they are so cute &amp;amp; i loved the time i got to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464950145622381106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S9dnM_EKkjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KSZ03e_EW-w/s320/DSC_0325EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harper&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464950153776829138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S9dnNdcVktI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1nn39zhlaq8/s320/DSC_0556EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;beckham&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464950159654057746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S9dnNzVk9xI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jEyqWAVmcEc/s320/DSC_0269EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-846508045003792085?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/846508045003792085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=846508045003792085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/846508045003792085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/846508045003792085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-visitors.html' title='little visitors...'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S9dnM_EKkjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KSZ03e_EW-w/s72-c/DSC_0325EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-5130644400546939753</id><published>2010-04-19T16:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:45:35.672-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>thrifting...greatest thing ever.</title><content type='html'>in reference to my last post about needing a break, well i finally got a mini one..kinda. you see i woke up saturday morning soooo excited to go hangout and go thrifting with my friend Erika. Let me tell you a little about this lady--she is basically the queen of crafts and definitely one of the most creative people i know--i envy her and her super organized craft room...yes see for yourself right &lt;a href="http://pinksuedeshoe.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..she is the bomb. you'll probably all end up really jealous and start blog stalking her. don't fret--we all do it...ANYWAY i woke up feeling terrible with a scratchy throat, stuffy nose, and a congested sinus. i did NOT want my fun-filled morning to be affected by this. oh did i mention Erika invited me over to a pre-shopping breakfast of cranberry scones and fresh-squeezed orange juice? oh well she did. and they were beyond heavenly. i tried to put my illness behind me and enjoy my morning of semi-relaxtion before my life was taken over by multiple regression, chi-squares, p-values, and correlation coefficients (yeah i don't really know what they mean either...). boy did i enjoy myself! we went to this little thrift store that is slightly scary and is owned by people with no teeth..we didn't let that stop us from totally scoring..we got lots of books--i believe around 20, a fun floral canister, and a set of enamel mixing bowls for $8.75! yes we are &lt;strong&gt;big &lt;/strong&gt;spenders. awww just thinking about it makes me smile... thank you erika for taking me to Kat's...i'm sure we will have many wonderul times there in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now for the next portion of this thrilling post...my ottoman. i have a condition. i'm not sure it's real, but if it is i have it. you see whenever i am stressed and sick i feel the need to paint, recover, or change a piece of furniture. i could be doing many other things like sleeping or homework, but no no this is much more fun and relaxing. so saturday afternoon rolls around and i should be doing stats homework but what do i do instead? i make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i know this doens't look bad at all...i had just cleaned up actually.&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes i was ironing on the floor...fire hazard? maybe..oh well...maybe this will be enough convincing for matt that instead of the spare room as an office we can use it as a craft room :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461982517917343490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zcKUXbXwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ojyzVE899nU/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok so the project was an ottoman i found on craigslist. of course i didn't take any pictures of it till after i had taken off the legs and started ripping off the fabric, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh and yes that is matthew's new putter in the background..it's basically his new best friend..since the sun has finally decided to grace us with its presence i rarely see my husband...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461984190588286818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zdrrjQd2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/L8eUi3QQONQ/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461983430427239138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zc_buvYuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8IKiFvzsd4Q/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461983434619096210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zc_rWKDJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xdRsYypyst4/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; these colors were a little dull and dark for me..and kinda boring. i knew exactly where i would be putting my new friend so i picked out the fabric accordingly. all she took was a little extra cushion, some new paint, new fabric and some staples..ok a lot of staples. at one point matthew asked if i had run out yet...anyway..here's the final product!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461985963121678562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zfS2wJmOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/K3qDv-vMbKc/s320/2edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461985968702291682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zfTLiq_uI/AAAAAAAAAOw/L8ayrhmIa-g/s320/3edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this picture makes it look like it's all lopsided...it's not...i promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461985977404432130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zfTr9bHwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oix_Ut7XmPs/s320/photoedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;matthew kinda hates her guts though...kinda. i don't really know why, but he does. oh well..he'll learn to love her :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-5130644400546939753?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5130644400546939753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=5130644400546939753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/5130644400546939753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/5130644400546939753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/thriftinggreatest-thing-ever.html' title='thrifting...greatest thing ever.'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8zcKUXbXwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ojyzVE899nU/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-2207365679751122025</id><published>2010-04-14T16:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:44:14.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><title type='text'>i need a break...</title><content type='html'>oh yes this statement is more than true...but i don't want to delve into that at the moment--far too stressful. so instead i would like to wish my wonderful husband a happy 10 month + 1 day anniversary! yes i know our actual 10 month anniversary was yesterday, but yesterday was quite the day and i didn't have a ton of time. oh well--that is why i am taking care of this today! duh. unfortunately, our camera is still broken (it's starting to really bother me to be honest) so i have no new photos of us...tooooo bad... these will have to do for now :] &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just married :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460132971565117522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZKAjSJcFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3xgOIVEizi8/s320/betsymatt_47+lux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460132964649000386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZKAJhN3cI/AAAAAAAAANw/70CTiHp-Rn8/s320/betsymatt_16+bs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460131006340381442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZIOKQDuwI/AAAAAAAAANY/lonT4ZszJ0c/s320/betsymatt_190EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;newlyweds! @ the airport at 4:30 am...so excited!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460130999304020466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZINwCdYfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ar4Ua5CBYrE/s320/DSCN1208edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please ignore the fact that i look like i'm 8 years old--i never got ready on our honeymoon..sexy, right? you bet. anyway..we loved relaxing in these hammocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460130996857319522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZINm7HsGI/AAAAAAAAANI/jzRvibcgTTM/s320/DSCN1230edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love our hot chocolate! &amp;amp; vanilla steamers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460130987997409330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZINF6wMDI/AAAAAAAAANA/UJrTTAREdVo/s320/hotchocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matthew's birthday at Tucanos! Deeelish :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460130986236152562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZIM_W1ivI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EqZIwC7JT3Q/s320/DSCN4483edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matthew with his new job information! so exciting--he is absolutely loving it! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460128315939433762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZFxjufLSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BctRg1-f058/s320/fidelity2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all for now :] i can't even imagine my life without matthew. i love him so so much! 10 months + 1 day down...eternity to go :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/1323391392085911598-2207365679751122025?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2207365679751122025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=2207365679751122025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2207365679751122025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2207365679751122025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-break.html' title='i need a break...'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S8ZKAjSJcFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3xgOIVEizi8/s72-c/betsymatt_47+lux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-7379633642177548817</id><published>2010-03-16T16:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:22:24.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>oh Fido...how i love you..</title><content type='html'>this will most likely be the most boring post in the history of blogs, but i must share some exciting news!  let me start at the beginning...a very good place to start, yes? oh ps: this is going to be basically a novel so be prepared...  wellllll, matthew graduated in December 2008 with a degree in Business with an emphasis in Finance &amp;amp; Banking...(a little dull if you ask me :) ) he then began working as a financial advisor, where he got his Series 66 &amp;amp; Series 7 and Utah Life &amp;amp; Health Insurance licenses. i have no idea what these are but apparently they are important in the finance biz... he worked as an advisor for about 8 months before deciding he hated it more than anything else in the world.  he was always in a bad mood and i told him i would rather have him be unemployed and happy than employed at this lame job and unhappy.  Sooo, like a good husband he took my advice and quit. THANK GOODNESS! i finally had a happy husband again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well like a lot of people at the moment, matthew struggled finding new employment.  he was then graciously offered a job to work for some friends at Best Western Inn.  he took the job only because it would produce a paycheck, but he knew it wouldn't be something he would want to do for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in November of 2009 he applied to a job at Fidelity Investments.  we waited, and waited...and waited some more.  nothin, nada, zilch. we heard nothing from them, so we scratched that idea and moved on.  then in early February of this year matthew received a phone call from Fidelity saying they wanted to phone interview him! we were a little confused with how long it took them to get back to him, but we then found out that 653 people had applied for the job and they had 20 positions to fill.  we felt lucky that he had even made it into the top 200 that were being interviewed on the phone.  well he has his phone interview and everything went great.  they scheduled a time for an in-person interview for the next week.  by this point we were feeling pretty confident in his chances since they were narrowed down to 45 people!  so matthew gets all ready for his interview in his suit (he looked just so cute!) and heads off for the FOUR &amp;amp; A HALF HOUR interview..yes 4 1/2 hours. awesome. he reports back to me when it's complete and said everything went sooo well and we would have an answer in 3-5 business days...at this point we were VERY hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellllllll 5 business days pass, then 6, and then 7.. i was annoyed to say the least.  FINALLY on the 7th day matthew's recruiter called. unfortunately she had bad news.  she said that corporate was off in their calculations and they weren't allowed to hire anyone..kinda lame? uh yeah, tell me about it.  they had wasted about 2 weeks of matthew's time and we were not happy about it. ok i was livid at the level of unprofessionalism (is that a word?) and lack of common courtesy..i mean if their numbers were off THAT much they should have known before wasting people's time. so with that we moved on yet again and matthew kept looking for other employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i was at the mall doing an experiment for school [i always spend monday nights hobbling around the mall on crutches with a neck brace] and i get a text from matthew saying he had just gotten a phone call and i was supposed to guess who it was from. ummm the prophet? the president? his mom? i didn't know and i was not thrilled with the idea of guessing so he just told me.  yes you guessed it--it was from &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; and by &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; i mean Fidelity. they left him a nice little message asking him to call them back. i was kinda hoping they were calling to apologize for being so lame. but no no. instead they were calling to offer him a job! i was upset there was no apology, but that unhappiness was soon overtaken by joy! YAY! i went from despising Fidelity (whom i now lovingly refer to as Fido--i don't feel that nicknames are really appropriate until a bond has been formed..) to loving them in about .2 seconds. so April 5 will my dear husband's first day on the job...i will spare you all the details as this post has gone on for WAY too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is the exciting news...probably not the most exciting for most of you, but we are thrilled :]  he will finally be doing something related to his line of work and hopefully it will take him somewhere! oh Fido you really pulled through for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1323391392085911598-7379633642177548817?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7379633642177548817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=7379633642177548817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7379633642177548817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/7379633642177548817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-fidohow-i-love-you.html' title='oh Fido...how i love you..'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-2834514952229592840</id><published>2010-03-03T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:55:42.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the kitchen'/><title type='text'>better late than never, right?</title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged in SO long! we have had so much going on i don't know where to start! ps--there's a chance i might have dropped our camera in the snow when i was having a snow ball fight with tracie...so it might be broken..ok it's toast..soooo no pictures for a while..oh well. back to what we have been doing!!  i am currently taking 19 credits and working at the real estate office during the week and at a clothing boutique on the weekends...matt is also working full-time and is trying hard to find a new job, one that would suit him better.  so this is what's new with us :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On February 7th my dear Matthew turned 27! he's growing up so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We hosted a Super Bowl/Birthday Party for Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew's wonderful parents &amp;amp; brother came to visit! they're absolutely fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hosted Bunco and had so much fun planning and baking delicious treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike n' Ike &amp;amp; Jilly Bean came for a visit! it was so much fun. i love my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I decided I'm SO ready to be done with school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I made homemade bread and homemade soup for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've made homemade bread every week since...and i eat a whole loaf by myself..it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think more has been going on but I can't remember it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh yes! I've been doing my fair share of blog stalking..but that's not really new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we have been VERY VERY busy here :] and hopefully we will get that camera fixed...i'm dying without it :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/signature.png" 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/1323391392085911598-2834514952229592840?l=matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2834514952229592840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1323391392085911598&amp;postID=2834514952229592840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2834514952229592840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1323391392085911598/posts/default/2834514952229592840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewandbetsy.blogspot.com/2010/03/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='better late than never, right?'/><author><name>Matt and Betsy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/TTh2KHV8VkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cMza-vTRbmI/S220/hawaiilove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad129/betsyconk003/Blog/th_signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323391392085911598.post-1700620020919754115</id><published>2010-02-05T14:14:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:16:08.231-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>Project #2...get your suitcases ready!</title><content type='html'>like i've said before...i definitely don't consider myself the most creative person around.  my mother on the other hand is a different story..but i won't go there. at least not now :] ANYWAY... this is a project i started back in the summer...i thought it was complete until i realized how heinous the leg color was before i painted them this wonderful jade color. they were pumpkin orange--not burnt orange like i had expected... i decided to just finish it up and get it over with! here she is...not quite what i had pictured in my head,  but it will do for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S2yRabIXQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Qa42fufMFCA/s1600-h/table23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434878733474808818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRqIDq6RiJQ/S2yRabIXQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Qa42fufMFCA/s320/table23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as yo
