<?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-1997429007909141234</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:43:19.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruuddudes</title><subtitle type='html'>The Best Things in Life... Aren't Things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-5008913384649865228</id><published>2009-05-07T10:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:39:50.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash Your Mouth Out With Soap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SgMI94LlQHI/AAAAAAAAAlA/HdMlpLf0i9g/s1600-h/Family+Pic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333116242882805874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SgMI94LlQHI/AAAAAAAAAlA/HdMlpLf0i9g/s400/Family+Pic-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I get for raising a smart-aleck... Bridger taught Brig a rude word. Not a swear word, mind you... just a word that I really didn't want Brig screaming out during Sacrament Meeting, you know? So, Brielle comes running in and tells on Bridger &amp;amp; before I even have a chance to react, Bridger walks in, laughing. He's holding the bottle of dish soap and says, "Sorry Mom! I'll get this one myself!" Then he proceeds to dump a big old blob of dish-soap on his OWN tongue. It was like he was swigging a soda pop! ~ And then he started BLOWING BUBBLES!!! As he's laughing, the bubbles are popping rapidly out of his lips! No matter how stern I tried to act, we were all laughing within seconds. How is this a punishment, I ask you?&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/1997429007909141234-5008913384649865228?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/5008913384649865228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=5008913384649865228' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5008913384649865228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5008913384649865228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2009/05/wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap.html' title='Wash Your Mouth Out With Soap!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SgMI94LlQHI/AAAAAAAAAlA/HdMlpLf0i9g/s72-c/Family+Pic-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1934028714713951479</id><published>2009-04-13T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:19:41.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>37 and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night ~ or should I say 'THIS MORNING' ~ at 12:01 am, Brooklyn and Kenna came in to my bed sang me happy birthday!  They are super sweet!  I'm looking forward to a quiet day while everyone is at school to simply DO NOTHING!  We have a birthday rule at our house that you don't have to do chores on your b-day, and I've never actually done it.  This year, I'm gonna MILK it!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1934028714713951479?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1934028714713951479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1934028714713951479' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1934028714713951479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1934028714713951479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2009/04/37-and-counting.html' title='37 and counting...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8344006039747523563</id><published>2009-02-20T11:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:04:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Just Grew By Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ7-BXcJPrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IbVoGoDZ6SE/s1600-h/NooDanny+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956710514409138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ7-BXcJPrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IbVoGoDZ6SE/s400/NooDanny+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Te-Yu Lin or "Danny" from Taiwan&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ7-BPZwP0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Am9CEyQfAOA/s1600-h/NooDanny+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956708356898626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ7-BPZwP0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Am9CEyQfAOA/s400/NooDanny+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuwat Budda or "Noo" from Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ745cyzu8I/AAAAAAAAAko/E6Y7WkoETN0/s1600-h/NooDanny+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304951076954553282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ745cyzu8I/AAAAAAAAAko/E6Y7WkoETN0/s400/NooDanny+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bridger, Kenna, Danny, Brielle, Noo, Brooklyn, &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ745D4BYYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FkVBMx04ncY/s1600-h/NooDanny+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304951070265532802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ745D4BYYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FkVBMx04ncY/s400/NooDanny+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danny on the drums, Noo on the Guitar, Bridger rocking out the vocals! Brooklyn just looking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we've had such a fun thing happen to our family. We got Foreign Exchange Students! Danny is from Taiwan and Noo is from Thailand. They are hilarious. They've been in our home now for almost 2 weeks, &amp;amp; it has been non-stop laughter. They are so fun. Their sense of humor is amazing &amp;amp; innocent. Our kids are loving having "big brothers". They are helpful around the house &amp;amp; actually get my own kids to work by jumping in to clear the dinner table or take out the trash (without me asking them to. WHAT? They are awesome!). Anywhoo ~ they've only been here a short period of time, but we've already had a dance-off in the basement (holy crap, they are good!), gone 4 wheeler riding (now that was scary! :)), Tony took them winter camping in a snow cave, rockband tours (Okay, they can run both the foot pedal AND the drums at the same time. How on earth? That is impossible!), etc. We've played lots of crazy games, &amp;amp; recently learned thru the game "WhoNu" that Danny secretly loves Fashion Magazines &amp;amp; Noo is scared of Unicorns! Unicorns?!? Really?! hee hee! You'll have to tease them both about those... In fact, we took them to the mall in Pocatello, &amp;amp; a photographer walked up to Danny &amp;amp; asked if he could take pictures of him for a "Face of Pocatello" campaign. How awesome! Who knows. Maybe he'll end up BEING in one of these American Fashion Magazines someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my kids just love them, especially Brig. Danny &amp;amp; Noo will chase him around the house or play hide &amp;amp; seek with him or just talk to him &amp;amp; make him laugh. It has been such a blessing to have them move in. How lucky we are to have these guys join our family for the next 3 months! Tonight, we are going to Salt Lake to hit a Jazz game &amp;amp; even though they are Koby Bryant fans (gag, hiss, puke!) they promised to cheer on the jazz since we are playing New Orleans. I'm excited that my nephew, Andrew, will be there with them so they don't get lost in the crowd! We will also hit Temple Square &amp;amp; meet all the family of mine that will be in Utah for the game. I think they like us right now, but maybe the masses of people in my family will scare them off! :) We are glad they can be in our family for a short time. We just love them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8344006039747523563?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8344006039747523563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8344006039747523563' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8344006039747523563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8344006039747523563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-family-just-grew-by-two.html' title='Our Family Just Grew By Two!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SZ7-BXcJPrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IbVoGoDZ6SE/s72-c/NooDanny+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-5979414387092123314</id><published>2009-01-30T13:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:15:34.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIC TAC TOE</title><content type='html'>You've GOT to check out my daughter, Brooklyn's blog on the sidebar.  She has this fun version of Tic Tac Toe that you HAVE to try!  Who knew it would have so many fun levels!  And PLEASE, if you play it, leave her a comment.  She wants to know who is playing it.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-5979414387092123314?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/5979414387092123314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=5979414387092123314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5979414387092123314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5979414387092123314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2009/01/tic-tac-toe.html' title='TIC TAC TOE'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8253564453127881419</id><published>2009-01-27T17:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:14:59.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lice!</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me start with this: WE DON'T HAVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I think I truly lost my mind. No joke, Tony looked at me like I was a retarded dork. I was, but let me back up &amp;amp; explain why...&lt;br /&gt;See, I've been subbing at the grade school for the last 3 days &amp;amp; yesterday at the end of the day, the school secretary comes into my classroom &amp;amp; hands me a note that says, "Someone in your class has lice." WHAT!??! Immediately, I started itching. Clawing myself is more like it. "Who?" I begged. Then here's the DUMBEST part: They won't tell me! I'm sitting here teaching 22 students who are all 6 years old. I'm tying their shoes. I'm zipping their coats. I'm fixing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barrettes&lt;/span&gt; when they fall out of their hair. I'm getting hugged every two seconds. And they WON'T tell me who to avoid? RUDE! And not in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RUUD&lt;/span&gt; way, I might add... I was so bugged. But luckily not "bugged" in a lice way.&lt;br /&gt;The secretary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;informed&lt;/span&gt; me that a nurse would be coming in tomorrow to check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EVERY ONE'S&lt;/span&gt; head, including mine. Oh, the humiliation! The horror! What if I had it? I was SO SCARED! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;~ when I got home from the school, I ran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;STRAIGHT&lt;/span&gt; into the bathroom. I took off all my clothes and refused to put them into the dirty hamper (if they had lice on them, it might SPREAD!) I stripped all the blankets &amp;amp; pillows off my bed and did a 3 hour sanitize cycle in the washing machine. Yes, I said 3 hours. On HOT. That had to cost an arm and a leg. I got in the shower (like THAT would really help) and washed my hair again and again and again. When I got out of the shower, I didn't want to sit on the couch in case I had it and it might spread to my couches. I wouldn't sit on my bed in case I had it and it spread to the wonderful mattress I have on my bed. I refused to make dinner in case it was on my hands and I accidentally fed lice to my family. Or worse, what if I ATE IT?!?  In fact, I tore the basement food storage area apart and found a plastic shower cap. I figured that if my head were covered in saran-wrap, I couldn't spread it. I was a MESS! Tony had checked my hair as soon as he saw my frantic stripping act in the bathroom (I know what you are thinking, but no, the whole lice thing kept him from liking that moment...) &amp;amp; told me I didn't have it, but I was too paranoid to believe him. But amidst his laughing, he did manage to sneak a picture of me on his cell phone with my head all wrapped in a plastic shower cap. I'll DIE if it ever gets out.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so fast-forward to today. First thing this morning, they hauled everyone down to a supply closet and took everyone in, one at a time, and checked heads. I was SO RELIEVED to find out that NO ONE HAD IT! The kid that had it was home (there were several kids absent, but I think my detective work figured out which kid it was...) &amp;amp; won't be allowed back for 7 to 10 days or something like that. Oh, I'm so incredibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; we didn't catch it! And if my picture ever shows up of me in a plastic shower cap, I'm TOTALLY saying that it is my brother, Ben, since we look EXACTLY alike when I have no make-up on and my hair is short! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8253564453127881419?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8253564453127881419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8253564453127881419' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8253564453127881419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8253564453127881419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2009/01/lice.html' title='Lice!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2418742782484187991</id><published>2009-01-24T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:49:30.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the promised slideshow from Brielle's Birthday weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SXT913MQJYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gTX3YHn2qJ0/s400/BrielleBaptism01-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SXT91Y-qdqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Ub5z61cSpIE/s1600-h/BrielleBaptism05.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293134555747350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SXT91Y-qdqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Ub5z61cSpIE/s400/BrielleBaptism05.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had SUCH a great weekend! Brielle turned 8 years old on Sunday and we had lots of family come up to see her be baptized &amp;amp; support her. She was all smiles all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a slideshow of everything that went on ~ From the baptism to the Rock-Band-Fest to the Basketball shooting to the Birthday cake that we tried to light the candles on the burner in the kitchen at the church since we forgot matches ~ (Bishop, forgive me for that one. Or maybe if I do it a few more times, they'll release me from my Relief Society calling! :)) but I can't load my dang pictures still from my camera. Someday I'll get a new one, I swear! Until then, just know that my little Ellie-Lu was a pure ANGEL! Thanks to all who came. She has good family who traveled far, good friends who traveled not far, and good church leaders who make her feel important. Thanks all! And Brielle, don't go yelling at me again when I wake you up for school. You JUST got baptized, &amp;amp; these sins COUNT NOW! (hee hee)&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/1997429007909141234-2260185099446464974?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2260185099446464974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2260185099446464974' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2260185099446464974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2260185099446464974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2009/01/brielles-baptism.html' title='Brielle&apos;s Baptism!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SXT913MQJYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gTX3YHn2qJ0/s72-c/BrielleBaptism01-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-3056455490080233225</id><published>2008-12-18T20:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:52:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards...Thank you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With this busy time of year, I feel overwhelmed with all the stuff I DIDN'T get done, (like baking homemade goodies for the neighbors ~ wait ~  I don't have neighbors ~ Good!  That guilt is gone.)  But there is one wonderful thing that keeps happening!  CARDS!  Thank you, all of you who have sent me Christmas Cards.  Especially the picture kind.  I just LOVE them!  I have them tucked all over into my nifty little card holder.  Jen, Brooklyn DID do a fab job taking your family picture at the Oregon Coast.  And all you Ross's look like MODELS!  Val, your beautiful family is just, well, BEAUTIFUL!  Those pictures of the kids are to DIE for!  Kally, my little pearly-girl gone and grew up on me!  And those eyes...  The boys will be mesmerized!  Deb, your team-theme is the BEST!  Bridger was pretty mad we didn't think of it first.  He kept mumbling, "our beach pictures are SO GIRLY!"  Erika - it looks like you guys are STILL in Disneyland!  Do you lucky dogs EVER leave that place?  My kids want to join YOUR family!  D... you are looking GOOD, buddy!  Your oldest daughter is your little twinner!  And do you guys EVER stay home?  I think you travel more than anyone I know!  Mindy (Gwen), you guys look SO GOOD in black and white!  (Course Ken always looks black with his perpetual tan!)  Wendy, those boys of yours are little hotties!  Am I allowed to say that?  I'm speaking for my 7th grade daughters...  The rest of you... hmm  here's a big sarcastic thanks for the cards!  Or lack of...  (hee hee just kidding!  Now all of you are gonna remind me that I didn't send YOU one either!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!  Now, go drink a nice big egg-nog for me ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-3056455490080233225?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/3056455490080233225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=3056455490080233225' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3056455490080233225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3056455490080233225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/12/cardsthank-you.html' title='Cards...Thank you!!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-3542684145798358798</id><published>2008-11-29T22:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:04:21.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I'm in the basement &amp;amp; all of a sudden I hear a whole bunch of commotion upstairs. I am a mom, so OF COURSE I can't ignore it, &amp;amp; I go flying up the stairs. Tony is outside on the back deck putting out a fire from a greasy pan. Apparently he started cooking, then got side-tracked watching a football game, &amp;amp; forgot about the pan. Brig was sitting at the island in the kitchen &amp;amp; says in the sweetest little non-emergency, but most admiring voice, "FIRE!" Everyone ignored him for a few seconds while he continued to repeat his amazement, then someone actually looked up to see what he was talking about... And he was talking about FIRE! The pan had fire all the way up past the microwave oven that hangs above it. That's the commotion I heard ~ everyone RUNNING to grab Brig &amp;amp; put out the fire! Luckily Tony was smart enough not to throw water on it (I've seen that you-tube clip about grease fires &amp;amp; water... YIKES!) &amp;amp; so there I am watching him put out our fire on the back porch. What a smart 2 year old! He saved our home from destruction by telling us there was a fire! I've spawned a genius, I tell you! And I'm married to an idiot... (hee hee just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today I'm sitting there &amp;amp; Brig comes walking up to me with that same innocent yet amazed look on his face &amp;amp; he takes my hand &amp;amp; says, "Wanna see my fire? I made it myself!" Panic mode hits! I mean, I'm BELIEVING this kid, now! Remember, he saved us just a day earlier?? So I pick him up &amp;amp; yell, "Where?! Where is the fire?!" &amp;amp; this adorable little guy leads me to the HUMIDIFIER he had turned on in the bedroom. You see, it makes FOG... but it looks like SMOKE coming out the top of it, so he thought he had made a FIRE! Relief! No Fire! Just this cute little kid who thought he had made a fire because he had seen smoke. Oh, he melts me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-3542684145798358798?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/3542684145798358798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=3542684145798358798' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3542684145798358798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3542684145798358798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire.html' title='FIRE!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1278588802306612324</id><published>2008-11-17T15:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:39:58.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilling Family Secrets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The 1st grade teacher at the school called me last week because her father had passed away, &amp;amp; she asked me if I would take her class all week.  I did, &amp;amp; I think I spent most of the week laughing my buckets off!  Kids tell family secrets.  Funny things... &amp;amp; they don't even realize they are being funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There was this one little guy that I'll call "L".  L sat by me &amp;amp; stuck his pencil into my armpit &amp;amp; asked if he could see in there.  I laughed &amp;amp; asked "why?" &amp;amp; he said he wanted to see if I had short little hairs growing in my armpit like his mother has.  Hee hee.  L also told me that he likes to make "armpit farts" &amp;amp; asked if I can do it.  I told him that I used to be able to when I was younger but I can't do it anymore.  He nodded his head, like he understood something that I honestly didn't get, then he told me that his big sister used to be able to make armpit farts, too, before she started wearing a bra!  I decided that this kid could sit by me anytime, cause he kept me in a good mood when all these other little grubby kids were tattling or picking their nose...  When it was time to have the kids write their own sentences using the word, "mom", L's sentence went something like this, "My mom says hell."  I started laughing so hard, wondering if this sentence was allowed at school, when L came walking up to me and said, "My mom also says S-H-*$@!   That night after school, I was talking to L's mom, and I told her the funny stories.  He was absent the next day.  I wonder if she was just worried about what he'd tell me next!  Hee hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1278588802306612324?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1278588802306612324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1278588802306612324' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1278588802306612324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1278588802306612324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/11/spilling-family-secrets.html' title='Spilling Family Secrets!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-289242689174468468</id><published>2008-10-27T12:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:52:35.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen... I'm Creaking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like an antique table that creaks every time you put something on it. This body is creaking, I tell ya! Is that even how you spell "creak"? I mean, if I spelled it like "creek" that would be water, right? Who knows. All I DO know is that last week, my new friend, Liz, started teaching weight training at the church on Tuesdays &amp;amp; Thursdays. I've desperately been wanting a gym membership with the long, cold, Bear Lake winter right around the corner... but Bear Lake HAS NO GYM! So, I get on these pathetic spurts where I'll do my own workout around the house while Brig dangles from my legs, thinking it is a game. Needless to say, my workouts never work. And I quit fast. Well, I'm real proud of myself, 'cause I've made it TWICE now to the church to Liz's workout. And that is where the antique table comes in. MY BODY CREAKS!!! She beat me up so good that with every step I take, I swear I can hear my muscles cussing her out! I have pain in places I didn't know there were muscles! I hate her and love her all at the same time. I figured that this is my chance to get my bootie back up where it belongs, so if my body must yell at me every time I move, I'll just have to ignore it. Tomorrow is the next workout. I hope I can get up to go. My motivation is Liz'a stomach &amp;amp; arms. If I dream about them, that doesn't make me gay, does it? Hmmm... Maybe I shouldn't say that out loud. Some things should be kept to ourselves. But those who know me also know I have a talking problem &amp;amp; no matter how hard I try, I can't shut up. So, on that note, I guess my poor aching body has the right to keep talking thru all this pain. No pain, no gain. Get out your microscope, folks! If you look real hard, there IS a muscle growing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-289242689174468468?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/289242689174468468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=289242689174468468' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/289242689174468468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/289242689174468468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/10/listen-im-creaking.html' title='Listen... I&apos;m Creaking!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-6779179708592629809</id><published>2008-10-20T06:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:38:51.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waterboy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259384541367940978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SP0WX_1qt3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Mjy0N7zGaNg/s200/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259384531470769042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SP0WXa9_25I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/S1aiU8v-dKc/s200/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Sacrament Meeting turned out to be a tad bit embarrassing for me. Tony was just called to be the new Young Men's President last week, so they asked him to speak in Sacrament Meeting yesterday. Brig (my 2-year-old sprinter), had to be taken out of the chapel at the VERY beginning of the meeting because he likes to go visiting... very loudly I might add... every single bench in the chapel. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;~ Kenna had taken him out &amp;amp; I was sitting there quietly enjoying the nice meeting... then it was Tony's turn to speak. Tony got up and was doing a fantastic job of relating the game of life to the game of football. He was talking about how Heavenly Father is calling the plays &amp;amp; the Savior is our quarterback, running the team. We are all on this winning team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. It was really good. He was really relating to the young men with this whole football analogy. Little did I know that Brig ALSO heard Tony's voice from the depths of the hallway where Kenna was letting him do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VROOM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VROOM&lt;/span&gt; up and down the corridors with his toy jeep. Brig took off for the chapel, following the sound of his daddy's voice, &amp;amp; Kenna snagged him before he got in the door. She sat him on her lap to listen to daddy's talk. Then he pulled a Houdini &amp;amp; apparently (according to Kenna, it was shear MAGIC that he escaped), jumped off her lap and took off for daddy! I didn't even know they had come in until there was this adorable little sound of prancing feet as they RAN (told you this kid was a sprinter!) to the front of the chapel! I just FROZE! I mean, seriously, I lost all spine I previously had &amp;amp; just sat there paralyzed! The giggling begins from the congregation. I throw a quick glare to Kenna for letting the little devil loose, &amp;amp; she is just hiding down in the bench, as if that somehow HELPED the situation. So Brig is on the stairs near the podium, smiling gorgeously to everyone. As he's standing there melting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; hearts, I'm mouthing to one of our Bishopric members (the one that Brig LOVES) to tell him to grab Brig. So, we've got Bro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lauridsen&lt;/span&gt; in this "grab the wild baby" stance, Tony trying to keep on giving his talk, Kenna's still being a big coward and ducking down REAL low into the bench, the congregation is now OPENLY LAUGHING (can't they even PRETEND to stifle it?!?!) &amp;amp; Brig decides to sprint across the entire stage! He's so fast! Bro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lauridsen&lt;/span&gt; misses him. Daddy misses him. The HORROR of it! I finally found my backbone &amp;amp; stood up and walked up to the stand (hoping &amp;amp; praying the whole time that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't spark another baby- race past the Bishopric) &amp;amp; snagged him by the Sacrament table.. Then I had to turn to the laughing congregation &amp;amp; walk, red-faced, out the door &amp;amp; into the hallway. So much for my husband's nice talk being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reverent&lt;/span&gt; or anything... We decided that with all that football talk, Brig thought we just needed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;waterboy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-6779179708592629809?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/6779179708592629809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=6779179708592629809' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6779179708592629809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6779179708592629809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/10/waterboy.html' title='The Waterboy...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SP0WX_1qt3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Mjy0N7zGaNg/s72-c/IMG_1749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-9186292883190061187</id><published>2008-10-09T11:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:34:01.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum diaper!  Yummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SP9VOKdNDcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6cdrIKtFxhI/s1600-h/HeidiGertler-640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260016591605403074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SP9VOKdNDcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6cdrIKtFxhI/s400/HeidiGertler-640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My beautiful new friend, Heidi, &amp;amp; her family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SP9UZNhWP8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/-Ki1tNvQcos/s1600-h/HeidiGertler-640.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, my friend, Heidi, came over for an impromptu dinner &amp;amp; playnight. It was so fun! her little son, Sam, had been eating plums all day long, &amp;amp; then he had a stinky, rotton diaper happen! Heidi changed his diaper in their van, then ran kids to soccer, &amp;amp; came back to my house, forgetting about the diaper. Shortly after that, I had to pick up my kid's from volleyball, &amp;amp; since her van was blocking in my Excursion, she told me to just take her van. I jumped into her van (the one with the stinky plum diaper still in...) &amp;amp; ran to pick up Brikenna &amp;amp; Brooklyn. After we got back home, Heidi realized that diaper was still in her car &amp;amp; was HORRIFIED that her van probably reaked. As she started to apologize, Brikenna walks in on hearing only a portion of the conversation, and pipes up, "Your van smelled GOOD!" Ha ha ha! We laughed our heads off! She LIKED the smell?!?! What?!? Kenna is NEVER gonna live that one down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-9186292883190061187?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/9186292883190061187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=9186292883190061187' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/9186292883190061187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/9186292883190061187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/10/plum-diaper-yummm.html' title='Plum diaper!  Yummm...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SP9VOKdNDcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6cdrIKtFxhI/s72-c/HeidiGertler-640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-355612028809179616</id><published>2008-09-13T18:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:49:13.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, my poor little Brig! Today we were getting ready to go for ice cream after Bridger &amp;amp; Brielle's soccer game. As we were walking to the car, one of my kid's friend's was carrying Brig, &amp;amp; she stepped into a TRENCH that Tony &amp;amp; Bridger had been digging (it's a long story WHY they were digging a trench... so we'll just leave it at that~) and they both FELL straight onto the hard driveway! Brig's head was bleeding like no other (you know head wounds... they are scary cause they bleed like a siv!) &amp;amp; this poor little gal thought it was her fault. Plus her ankle got hurt pretty bad when she fell in the trench, so she was crying, Brig was crying, &amp;amp; I wanted to join them both out of panic! We ran inside the house, and Tony had just left about 2 minutes earlier to go to the hills to get firewood for the winter. Kenna called him in a crying panic, telling him that Brig's head was bleeding all over. I'm at the kitchen sink trying to get a cold cloth onto his head &amp;amp; see how bad it really was. This sweet little friend was sobbing &amp;amp; apologizing over &amp;amp; over. Tony comes BARRELING into the driveway &amp;amp; I just hand Brig over to him. (Once he gets the truck stopped...) There was blood drips all across the kitchen tile, the driveway, &amp;amp; down my clothes. It looked pretty dang gross. Brig is such a little toughy, though, 'cause as soon as we got him cleaned up, he just sat there, excited that I was going to give him MOTRIN! ("Yummy orange Motrin! I LOVE orange Motrin!") Ya'all should be glad I don't have access to my own computer &amp;amp; can't load any pics on this, cause you probably would've seen the trail of blood thru my house &amp;amp; my poor baby's disgusting head! Count your blessings. I know I already counted mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-355612028809179616?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/355612028809179616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=355612028809179616' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/355612028809179616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/355612028809179616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-poor-baby.html' title='My poor baby!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7634524263316803779</id><published>2008-09-07T12:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:36:41.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASHED!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my dang computer crashed last month. I had SO MUCH to say, too! I mean, with an incredibly fun &amp;amp; busy summer, I was all ready to give you all a slide show of the Oregon Coast with my sister, Jen (I've never personally seen such beauty! Cliffs &amp;amp; waves... reminds me of the creation straight out of a temple video..) But I can't. See, all those wonderful pictures are lost in hard-drive land. My Christmas card picture of my kid's silhouettes on the Oregon Coast ~ GONE. My handsome little hottie nephew, Justin's Sr. Pictures ~ GONE (Good thing I had already made HIM a disk of them all!)  Our fun visit to Utah for the Salt Lake Bees Game ~ GONE!  All our Bear Lake escapades ~ GONE!  First day of school pictures, I CAN'T EVEN load them!   ARRG! I am helpless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lessons learned when you have no computer:&lt;br /&gt;*When the computer tells you that a fatal error is occurring &amp;amp; to please turn off the computer immediately, BELIEVE IT! After all, let's be honest, computers ARE smarter than us.&lt;br /&gt;*When your friend tells you to just break down &amp;amp; PAY for virus protection, it isn't because they have a brother's cousin's boyfriend's neighbor that works for them &amp;amp; will make a buck off you...&lt;br /&gt;*Credit Card companies who no longer send you paper statements DON'T CARE when you can't make a payment on time 'cause you can't get your e-mail, or passwords... In fact, I'm pretty sure they all went out to Disneyland on the fees &amp;amp; charges I just got slapped with!&lt;br /&gt;*Bill Gates needs to come over for dinner &amp;amp; fix my stupid junk of plastic that I call a computer that has taken hostage all my perfectly beautiful pictures in it! And maybe he'll leave me a house for a tip...&lt;br /&gt;*The library SUCKS when you have to blog from it. I mean, they won't let me hook up my camera to it so I can post pictures on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;*Librarians are probably laughing at my expense. I like our librarians, but come on! Who can't resist making fun of idiots who don't have virus protection...&lt;br /&gt;*I can't even think straight to make anymore reasons why I need a computer. The smoke coming out of my ears is blocking the monitor anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I can type with a vengeance when I'm mad! I just re-read this post &amp;amp; thought about deleting it all, but then there would still be no post for my blog. I guess you'll all have to read this &amp;amp; remember that my demons momentarily came out &amp;amp; hopefully I can find some computer geek somewhere to fix this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7634524263316803779?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7634524263316803779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7634524263316803779' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7634524263316803779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7634524263316803779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/09/crashed.html' title='CRASHED!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7997643264592022567</id><published>2008-07-22T10:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:24:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campbell Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SIYcZNxYhMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oLFwu-7pCGg/s1600-h/101B6724-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225895637129135298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SIYcZNxYhMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oLFwu-7pCGg/s400/101B6724-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Whole Fam-Damily!&lt;/div&gt;Tawnja, Jen, Brenda, Tiffany, Karmen, Debbie, Mom, Papa, Ben, Keith, Joel, Me, Tracy, &amp;amp; Val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from my 4 day Campbell Family Reunion at Albion School. It was such a great time! I think the best one so far... &amp;amp; every one of my brothers &amp;amp; sisters were there this year! All 12 of us! We had a huge water fight (the brother-in-laws targeted us poor women. I think they were liking the idea of a wet t-shirt contest...), played family Fear Factor (Ben &amp;amp; Keith served Asian missions &amp;amp; brought lots of gooey CRAP! It was AWESOME!), we had huge blow-up water slides, a Talent Night, a pool, a hot tub, our pyromaniac boys blew stuff up (apparently spaghettios fly the farthest in a big bonfire... &amp;amp; then they went for a 4 am dip in the pool in their skivvies), oh my heck, what DIDN'T we have??! I was sad to see it end and now I have to wait one whole year to see all my adorable nieces &amp;amp; nephews again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3eaf545d09ecf531" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3eaf545d09ecf531%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D436E411EAF5A9F9664D48DC20F5C2BF5595EDB9F.36F3D463CADDAFF5FF9A324BC7151E013F9CFD8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3eaf545d09ecf531%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBV7rIoBfXJ5I1SJSOmKtdzZURII&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3eaf545d09ecf531%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D436E411EAF5A9F9664D48DC20F5C2BF5595EDB9F.36F3D463CADDAFF5FF9A324BC7151E013F9CFD8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3eaf545d09ecf531%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBV7rIoBfXJ5I1SJSOmKtdzZURII&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc503e538fd32ea1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc503e538fd32ea1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15C00C59C3598B0D28C22253FDCB058FDEB3AB51.5466A5E15CED73F3BCE809EEDDEECBD1DB66D639%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc503e538fd32ea1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgtxovjNVAWN3PXLnsSmRK0gRG50&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc503e538fd32ea1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15C00C59C3598B0D28C22253FDCB058FDEB3AB51.5466A5E15CED73F3BCE809EEDDEECBD1DB66D639%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc503e538fd32ea1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgtxovjNVAWN3PXLnsSmRK0gRG50&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bridger gagging down an oyster. At first, he challenged Keith to eat it which meant that if Keith ate it (and Keefy ain't scared of eating ANYTHING!) then Bridger HAD to eat it. No backing down ~ No spitting it out. Well, Bridger changed his mind &amp;amp; decided to just try it. He's a manly-man! He popped it in his mouth and a few gags later, he had it swallowed!&lt;br /&gt;Tony is the next video, and he's totally not faking here! His gag reflex is SO sensative! He rolled the dice &amp;amp; had to eat SQUID IN ITS NATURAL INK! He thought he was going to chuck it up on everyone, so he took off away from everyone, continuing to gag while he tried to swallow! He said that when he bit into it, the ink just shot out into his mouth so absolutely disgustingly that he wanted to spit it out.. but he had to be a manly-man like Bridger. This was so funny! Aren't we morbid to laugh so hard while people gag &amp;amp; try not to barf?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99a3f8c8a1a0888f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99a3f8c8a1a0888f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D158D4CA74F145C66B18EC18ACD0D8E604BC67770.1F3FFC632301EDDCE6480A4A7C7D14882A646690%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99a3f8c8a1a0888f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7a68nKCfkZbKW_GxU3ON-eYyYIY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99a3f8c8a1a0888f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D158D4CA74F145C66B18EC18ACD0D8E604BC67770.1F3FFC632301EDDCE6480A4A7C7D14882A646690%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99a3f8c8a1a0888f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7a68nKCfkZbKW_GxU3ON-eYyYIY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Brikenna gagging down a "preserved" (that simply means it is old &amp;amp; rotton!) duck egg! She was having such a hard time swallowing it, but then everyone kept telling her not to choke on beaks &amp;amp; feathers, which was even more hilarious because that grossed her out even more! It took her long enough, but she finally did get it down after a few full-body convulsions! Oh, this Fear Factor is going to be a new tradition! What a hoot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7997643264592022567?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3eaf545d09ecf531&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99a3f8c8a1a0888f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cc503e538fd32ea1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7997643264592022567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7997643264592022567' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7997643264592022567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7997643264592022567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/07/whole-fam-damily-tawnja-jen-brenda.html' title='The Campbell Family Reunion'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SIYcZNxYhMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oLFwu-7pCGg/s72-c/101B6724-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2854475532906832407</id><published>2008-07-12T10:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:24:58.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweet Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SHjZKNsy8LI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HfVqFk9s9oo/s1600-h/101B6340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222162537435558066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SHjZKNsy8LI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HfVqFk9s9oo/s400/101B6340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jen &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SHjY1K-87hI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gdBkyktVynw/s1600-h/101_6052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222162175929150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SHjY1K-87hI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gdBkyktVynw/s400/101_6052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennifer, Holly, Sherilyn, Me, Janice, &amp;amp; Amy (&amp;amp; a few babies:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SHjY1KfJWmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xvAGHkIHaxg/s1600-h/101_6317-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222162175795747426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SHjY1KfJWmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xvAGHkIHaxg/s400/101_6317-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just don't care to be on the computer at ALL right now. I mean, we are FINALLY warm outside, &amp;amp; there is no chance it heck that I'm staying indoors to blog. I've got a good 9 months of that coming again when October hits (sickening, I know...). So, this week, some of my friends and I got together &amp;amp; hit the beach. TWICE! HEAVEN! I swear, Bear Lake is the most relaxing &amp;amp; pretty lake out there. The shallow water goes FOREVER &amp;amp; I can literally lay there &amp;amp; talk to my friends without worrying a BIT about someone drowning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh, but laying out all day has it's drawbacks. The sunburn. I have a LOVE/HATE relationship with sunburns. I LOVE getting them &amp;amp; then I HATE peeling for the next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the rest of you out there sitting in 100 degree traffice in a city... ha ha ha! This is paybacks for all the times I PRAY for a mall to be built here &amp;amp; you are out shopping in one! This is even-stevens for all the times you are outside in March while I'm still holed up in snow. This is my 3 months of rejuvenation! You'll all be laughing when our stupid snow hits before Halloween is even here, so for now I'm allowed to gloat! Yeah Bear Lake! I'll be back there as often as possible! It's only a 15 mile drive, &amp;amp; I am SO THERE! NOW, don't you all wish you were me? (That's a first for ya, huh?!?)&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/1997429007909141234-2854475532906832407?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2854475532906832407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2854475532906832407' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2854475532906832407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2854475532906832407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-sweet-summer.html' title='Sweet, Sweet Summer!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SHjZKNsy8LI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HfVqFk9s9oo/s72-c/101B6340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-929839803952979294</id><published>2008-07-01T16:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:24:58.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Factor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SGqt5kupm1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ObDW_lAX77U/s1600-h/101_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218174322885630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SGqt5kupm1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ObDW_lAX77U/s400/101_5858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above, Kenna is sticking her hand into the barf-bag for Fear Factor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SGqtXKDguzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/F40Q9Cnjdas/s1600-h/101_5860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173731609819954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SGqtXKDguzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/F40Q9Cnjdas/s400/101_5860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn ~ plugging her nose because the smell was so nasty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Girl's Camp was a blast, &amp;amp; I could go on forever about it, but I don't have time, so instead I'll just quickly tell you all about our camp Fear Factor. How hilarious! Peggy Jacobson, our YW President, brought all this grossout crap. There was fake barf, fake blood to drink, goat's milk, oysters, sardines, anchovies, catfood, &amp;amp; pigsfeet. I can't remember if there was anything else or not. All I know, it STUNK at our camp that night! And we had a herd of girls surrounding us, watching, laughing, gagging, &amp;amp; even attempting to eat it. It was a HOOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenna was one of them that participated. She was eating crap, and I couldn't watch, so I had to walk away. I was gagging just like when Bridger sucked that raw fish-eyeball out of the socket last Thanksgiving! Again, I had to walk away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in a couple of weeks is our Campbell Kid's Family Reunion. I've asked my brothers, Keith &amp;amp; Ben, who both served missions with Asian cultures, &amp;amp; they are going to head it up for our reunion. Keith just e-mailed us and told us he thought there was an Asian market in SLC with edible bugs (like cockroaches) and pig's snout that they'd check into getting... I sure hope he's kidding! Either way, I can just see Karmen's husband, Brian, telling all his young nephews that it'll make them "manly-men" to eat it ~ just like he did when the eyeball-sucking took place. Oh! Can't wait to see what this reunion holds in store for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-929839803952979294?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/929839803952979294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=929839803952979294' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/929839803952979294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/929839803952979294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/07/fear-factor.html' title='Fear Factor!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SGqt5kupm1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ObDW_lAX77U/s72-c/101_5858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8155719598359338820</id><published>2008-06-19T20:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:24:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SFshIkUKFmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QXFlWX3k9VE/s1600-h/KennasSurpriseParty08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213797424682374754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SFshIkUKFmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QXFlWX3k9VE/s400/KennasSurpriseParty08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I SO feel like I've been neglecting my cyber-friends &amp;amp; family for the past few months. I mean, I'm not leaving YOU all comments like I should (come on, I know half of you are out there cussing me..."I'M not leaving her a comment if SHE isn't leaving ME any!!!" :)) so I just thought I'd take a quick second to explain why before I need to up and finish the next project. See, I'm the Camp Director for Girl's Camp in my ward, and camp is next Tuesday. So I've been real BUSY. Oh, we are gonna have a BLAST! The sad thing is, Cordie and Lea ~who I now blog with and who both live out of state from me now, as well as my perfectly fab sister, Tif, ~ were my YOUNG WOMEN the LAST time I was Camp Director! That was 7 years ago. I was pregnant with Brielle at the time (Remember girls? You all were so concerned that my "P-nut" was okay. Several times we had to stress the "t" on that word, because the other campers thought we were being naughty... hee hee. Nope, not naughty, just pregnant &amp;amp; sick with my baby named "P-nut". ) Anywhoo, this is me with the Young Women's presidency in our ward, Alisha Perkins, Debra Jacobs, and Peggy Jacobson. We are wearing our camp shirts. I made them. The girls wanted football jerseys, but they were WAY too much money, so I made these on my computer. Pretty close to a jersey, &amp;amp; they have BLING! I think they turned out FABULOUS if I say so myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do any of you out there have any fabulous ideas I can steal from YOUR girl's camps? I think I've got great stuff planned, but you never know... someone out there just might give me something fab I haven't thought of. Let's hear it ladies! (I'm always into the mischievious &amp;amp; I'm a bit of a rule breaker... Remember when we mooned everyone at skit night 7 years ago? Hey, we had long johns on, too! Go Camp Ammon!) &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/1997429007909141234-8155719598359338820?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8155719598359338820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8155719598359338820' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8155719598359338820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8155719598359338820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-camp.html' title='Girl&apos;s Camp'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SFshIkUKFmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QXFlWX3k9VE/s72-c/KennasSurpriseParty08+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2592228182837146036</id><published>2008-06-11T10:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:00.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Excitement for Montpelier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SE_8_GYtOZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Bs4lPFvrHfU/s1600-h/Kanna%27s+B-day+Card+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661454867151250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SE_8_GYtOZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Bs4lPFvrHfU/s400/Kanna%27s+B-day+Card+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brielle, cell-phone in hand, taking pictures to send her aunts. She was SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SE_82GkZrrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/74JvwY9epvo/s1600-h/Kanna%27s+B-day+Card+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661300297379506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SE_82GkZrrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/74JvwY9epvo/s400/Kanna%27s+B-day+Card+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can see Tony &amp;amp; Bridger on the far left of the screen... riding the "steel horse"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SE_8DVPG8mI/AAAAAAAAAW4/NrHxV-RrW6M/s1600-h/Kanna%27s+B-day+Card+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210660428061274722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SE_8DVPG8mI/AAAAAAAAAW4/NrHxV-RrW6M/s400/Kanna%27s+B-day+Card+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is how pathetic we are. Obviously we have a real desperate need for something to do. Small towns are good only up to a certain point. What am I talking about? Just look closely at the pictures. Yesterday, Tony &amp;amp; Bridger got on our "steel horse" (our 4-wheeler for all you city-slickers) and helped move cattle with a friend of ours. Where did they move it, you might ask? RIGHT THRU THE MIDDLE OF TOWN! ON THE HIGHWAY! They even had a police escort! (Three police, to be exact. Lights going and all~) And guess what? That was MORE excitement than this little town has seen in a LONG time! People were stopped all along taking pictures. I was one of them. Of course, I knew they were coming because Tony called me from his cell to give me the "we are in town now" heads-up. ( I didn't want to sit out in the freezing rain, waiting for cows, you know?) Hundreds of cows, mooing and walking. Doesn't SOUND very exciting, but really, it WAS! Little Brielle was with me, running up and down the sidewalk, excitedly taking pictures on my cell-phone to send to her aunts. Like I said, we are a bit pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I should dedicate this post to my cute cousin, Camille, after her post about branding sheep &amp;amp; biting the... well... I don't want to be vulgar... I want to keep my G-rated blog... you'll just have to read hers to know what they were biting off... but anywhoo ~ here's to the country boys out there! Thanks for a little excitment on a rainy &amp;amp; dreary day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b448da19b4182ae3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db448da19b4182ae3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C9A4066F2F8423E5E20DA09B02688B5725FDF11.8013D1FF142293A12BB0CBB4CB16239A2C40B70C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db448da19b4182ae3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWSqUs1I3XH1pSxWbcQ4QkiUUaLM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db448da19b4182ae3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C9A4066F2F8423E5E20DA09B02688B5725FDF11.8013D1FF142293A12BB0CBB4CB16239A2C40B70C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db448da19b4182ae3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWSqUs1I3XH1pSxWbcQ4QkiUUaLM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-2592228182837146036?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b448da19b4182ae3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2592228182837146036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2592228182837146036' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2592228182837146036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2592228182837146036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-excitement-for-montpelier.html' title='A Little Excitement for Montpelier...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SE_8_GYtOZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Bs4lPFvrHfU/s72-c/Kanna%27s+B-day+Card+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2967150434295538239</id><published>2008-06-08T14:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SEw-DNeXfWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5qyUxxX0AWE/s1600-h/Jenn+%26+Dusty%27s+Visit+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209607093838380386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SEw-DNeXfWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5qyUxxX0AWE/s400/Jenn+%26+Dusty%27s+Visit+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SEw-Ds0uk_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/f9tPEwRxePc/s1600-h/Jenn+%26+Dusty%27s+Visit+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209607102253667314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SEw-Ds0uk_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/f9tPEwRxePc/s400/Jenn+%26+Dusty%27s+Visit+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Brooklyn, but my mom asked me to post this for her since she is a lazy bum! J/K She's actually busy with girl's camp stuff. Well anyways, this is Brig playing with the lotion he found ( that I left out :)) and rubbing it all over the couch and floor! :)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOTTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NOTTY&lt;/span&gt;! He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute though, so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; mad at him long! Sometimes I wish that I was that young again&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I could get away with anything. :)&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/1997429007909141234-2967150434295538239?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2967150434295538239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2967150434295538239' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2967150434295538239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2967150434295538239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-no.html' title='Oh No!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SEw-DNeXfWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5qyUxxX0AWE/s72-c/Jenn+%26+Dusty%27s+Visit+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7382473280913184683</id><published>2008-05-24T15:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:01.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Brielle's 1st grade class at the Pocatello zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiMzGFEJbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wgr4eDRhSS0/s1600-h/Zoo%2Bnew+hair+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204064178859681202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiMzGFEJbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wgr4eDRhSS0/s400/Zoo%2Bnew+hair+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brielle &amp;amp; friends in front of the zoo sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiMzWFEJcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/DfWdD0NMITo/s1600-h/Zoo%2Bnew+hair+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204064183154648514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiMzWFEJcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/DfWdD0NMITo/s400/Zoo%2Bnew+hair+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Field Trip with the 3rd grade class: Bridger churning some butter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiK62FEJaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nDg1Dv_qAOQ/s1600-h/Bridger%27s+field+trip+08+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204062112980411810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiK62FEJaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nDg1Dv_qAOQ/s400/Bridger%27s+field+trip+08+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Bridger milking a cow in Logan at the Heritage Farm Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiKIWFEJZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VGJjCdoYfsk/s1600-h/Bridger%27s+field+trip+08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204061245397018002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiKIWFEJZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VGJjCdoYfsk/s400/Bridger%27s+field+trip+08+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Mixed emotions... I mean the school year is almost over &amp;amp; I don't have to continue the whole routine anymore! I can let the kids stay up late again! No homework for 3 hours straight after school anymore! No more making sure there are clean socks &amp;amp; underwear in the drawers! No more going into the school on Wednesdays to help in the classrooms. No school responsibilities.. PERIOD.. for the next 3 months! I can totally slack in the mother-department. I can lay out on the trampoline while my baby "jumps"... it is really an excuse to get a tan and if the bishop happens to drive by, he'll think we are just playing in the sprinklers. No sin there. I can let my kids wear the same clothes every day until Sunday when I make them take a proper bath (during the summer, Bear Lake serves as bathing grounds ... little sandy, but oh, well.) AAAHHHH! Can't wait! But here's where the mixed emotions come in... The house will be stinkin' messy for the next 3 months, too. Let's be real. The only time my house is really ever clean is when there is no one here! So, if everyone is gonna be home every day, you might as well expect a total pigsty. Messy, dirty, chaos. Who cares. I finally won't be inside to care. I'll be outside mowing the lawn, weeding something, begging my sod to grow, or anything else that lets me soak in the sun while we have it! I'll have the best farmer's tan there is. Well, besides my sister, Tracy. She's always the winner there. Anywhoo ~ I'm SO ready for summer!!! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7382473280913184683?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7382473280913184683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7382473280913184683' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7382473280913184683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7382473280913184683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-year-down.html' title='Another year down...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SDiMzGFEJbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wgr4eDRhSS0/s72-c/Zoo%2Bnew+hair+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2271279365208475858</id><published>2008-05-17T10:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:21:53.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissy baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1186fe555e6f2ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1186fe555e6f2ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A34FD03E841BE4BB207C2AFFAA88F2AE27A9574.345A598CD77078CA884274AA6314A66B834A93D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1186fe555e6f2ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DURIsNRDJYrEujAXci2JCSRbIFXc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1186fe555e6f2ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A34FD03E841BE4BB207C2AFFAA88F2AE27A9574.345A598CD77078CA884274AA6314A66B834A93D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1186fe555e6f2ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DURIsNRDJYrEujAXci2JCSRbIFXc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Whenever Brig gets tired, he gets REAL kissy. I mean, stick-to-your-face kissy! Last night, we were getting ready to put him in bed, and he was plastering us all with his "goodnight" kisses. And Kenna loved it! What a little love! This baby melts me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-2271279365208475858?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1186fe555e6f2ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2271279365208475858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2271279365208475858' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2271279365208475858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2271279365208475858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/05/kissy-baby.html' title='Kissy baby!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-4744205943981380624</id><published>2008-05-10T09:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:01.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks For Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SCXG00XiFoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/R6LxO0oOiUw/s1600-h/aj+collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SCXG1EXiFpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju4gpwNs9UA/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198779959876916882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SCXG1EXiFpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju4gpwNs9UA/s400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, Brooklyn went to my good friend, Amy Marlowe's house and got 8 inches of her hair cut off! Brooklyn has such thick &amp;amp; healthy hair, so I was nervous for her to get it cut short. But, she wanted a short and "sassy-new-do", so we let her go for it. Isn't she BEAUTIFUL?!?! And now her 8 inches of healthy, thick hair is being donated to make free wigs for cancer patients. She is following in the footsteps of several of her older cousins who did the same thing. I just love this little chicken-head! She is growing up too fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-4744205943981380624?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/4744205943981380624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=4744205943981380624' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4744205943981380624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4744205943981380624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/05/locks-for-love.html' title='Locks For Love...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SCXG1EXiFpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ju4gpwNs9UA/s72-c/collage10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7479558383877475969</id><published>2008-04-26T09:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:02:45.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Thursday night was our city league volleyball tournaments.  I played on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; Sports team, &amp;amp; we WON the championship for "A" league!  I have to admit, though, I am the weakest link on my team.  My team is a bunch of powerhouse hitters, like Wendy Parker, Shelly Sherman, Angie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saxton&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Francie&lt;/span&gt; Homer, Brandi Olsen, &amp;amp; I.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kwinnae&lt;/span&gt; Phelps played with us, too, but wasn't able to make it for the championship tourney.)  I'm not kidding ~ half the time I catch myself just standing there in awe, with my mouth open in a stunned daze after these girls hit the ball.  They are INCREDIBLE!  After they swing, I can't even SEE the ball!  There is just whooshing sound &amp;amp; then the crack as it hits something.  Usually it is some poor soul who is left with a stinging arm.  Mostly it is the floor.   I try to trick myself into thinking that they need me.. a pathetic,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' setter...  &amp;amp; I feel lucky if it is off one of my sets that they nail the ball down with a vengeance.  I just feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to get to play with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a double elimination tourney, &amp;amp; we didn't lose any of the games Thursday night.  There were plenty of really great teams out there with plenty of powerhouse hitters... I still would've loved every minute of it even if we hadn't won.  I mean, to play good, fast-paced volleyball where there is a lot of great athletes is a blast in &amp;amp; of itself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7479558383877475969?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7479558383877475969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7479558383877475969' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7479558383877475969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7479558383877475969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/04/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7794192537260871099</id><published>2008-04-22T08:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:02.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brig's 2!</title><content type='html'>Brig is totally into cars... so for his birthday, that's what he got!  This little 4-wheeler is his new favorite toy, though it didn't stop him from sneaking out of the house on it yesterday to "drive to daddy" after Tony left for work...  I found him at our mailbox!  For those of you who know where I live, that is pretty dang FAR for a 2 year old!  (We live on 5 1/2 acres, &amp;amp; our mailbox is at the top of the hill at the edge of our property!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SA38-Byz-uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ntQAQ8Z8sqk/s1600-h/Brig2Bday08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192084087991696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SA38-Byz-uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ntQAQ8Z8sqk/s400/Brig2Bday08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SA38-xyz-vI/AAAAAAAAAUo/X6qMSmPgnD4/s1600-h/Brig2Bday08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192084100876598002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SA38-xyz-vI/AAAAAAAAAUo/X6qMSmPgnD4/s400/Brig2Bday08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They spent the whole morning racing cars down his new track.  Brig didn't care who won.  He just wanted to push the "bwutton" to make the cars "go!"  Oh, this kid melts his mama's heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9899ef3aa6822abd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9899ef3aa6822abd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64F92F922DC623B448EB30B2735384E7D8ABC8D5.17D053C8703C8AFFEBDAF3306CC2693872105B99%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9899ef3aa6822abd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsc7bAv6sDsiQb1JuoH2LlIOPXRo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9899ef3aa6822abd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64F92F922DC623B448EB30B2735384E7D8ABC8D5.17D053C8703C8AFFEBDAF3306CC2693872105B99%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9899ef3aa6822abd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsc7bAv6sDsiQb1JuoH2LlIOPXRo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just stinkin' love this little kid! Here is Brig digging in ~ literally ~ to his birthday cake! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7794192537260871099?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9899ef3aa6822abd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7794192537260871099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7794192537260871099' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7794192537260871099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7794192537260871099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/04/brigs-2.html' title='Brig&apos;s 2!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SA38-Byz-uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ntQAQ8Z8sqk/s72-c/Brig2Bday08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-4089659173152717294</id><published>2008-04-18T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:48:23.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Others I Missed???</title><content type='html'>So, My sister, Karmen, added a real good "Life Lesson" to my list.  Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"oh, and one more thing you should have added to your list of things you have learned...If you get into a car accident because your sexy younger sister decided to grab the steering wheel from the passenger seat, don't tell the cop that you sneezed; they won't believe you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha!  I'm laughing a lot!  I remeber that life lesson SO WELL!  (So does the mayor of South Jordan's mail box.  It has never been the same since that awful "sneeze" ~)  I do have to differ on the part about "sexy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other's out there I missed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-4089659173152717294?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/4089659173152717294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=4089659173152717294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4089659173152717294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4089659173152717294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/04/any-others-i-missed.html' title='Any Others I Missed???'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-6447516923605645454</id><published>2008-04-16T09:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:02.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big 3-6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYuiXHZRhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wc8g-JAo6yE/s1600-h/Guppy%27sBig36+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886788446537234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYuiXHZRhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wc8g-JAo6yE/s200/Guppy%27sBig36+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYui3HZRiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/FfgN5NIy3eg/s1600-h/Guppy%27sBig36+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886797036471842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYui3HZRiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/FfgN5NIy3eg/s200/Guppy%27sBig36+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYujHHZRjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/37rOnQv7CaU/s1600-h/Guppy%27sBig36+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886801331439154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYujHHZRjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/37rOnQv7CaU/s200/Guppy%27sBig36+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYujnHZRkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wtSjUSsxXJs/s1600-h/Guppy%27sBig36+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886809921373762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYujnHZRkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wtSjUSsxXJs/s200/Guppy%27sBig36+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYuj3HZRlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HsiY7iqnOFo/s1600-h/Guppy%27sBig36+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886814216341074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYuj3HZRlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HsiY7iqnOFo/s200/Guppy%27sBig36+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun weekend I had! It was my 36&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday, so we had a birthday party Saturday night. Two of my sisters (Karmen &amp;amp; Tiff) &amp;amp; their families came down. We had fun. Except Tony, of course, when he decided to add milk to the chocolate fountain &amp;amp; all the silky smooth chocolate immediately curdled into chunky chocolate! (Nothing a quick trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Broulims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; couldn't fix, though ~) Thanks, everyone! It was SO great to eat tons, play with you, &amp;amp; get older. How nice! You all are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people say birthdays are hard on them &amp;amp; they hate them. Me, I don't care! But as I've been thinking about the first 36 years of my life, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' that I'm getting smarter &amp;amp; smarter as I go. Here are some of the life lessons I've learned...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*When wet-wipes say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;they a&lt;/span&gt;re non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flushable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, believe them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Fighting both wrinkles &amp;amp; zits at the same time is an unfair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Goosebumps make your leg-hair grow. I don't care what scientists say. They are nerds anyway &amp;amp; probably don't even SHAVE their legs. I'll go to the grave believing this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Popping rocks are NOT to be inhaled up the nose, no matter how ticklish &amp;amp; funny your 9 year old son makes them sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Science experiments involving baking soda &amp;amp; vinegar should NOT be done right before company comes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*No matter how much I visualize myself diving for a volleyball, my body doesn't obey. I'm sorta glad, too. I'd hate to cry in front of my friends on the court.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*THE SECRET is a crock of crap. If it were true, my bank account would have millions &amp;amp; I'd be living in a hut on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kauaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a maid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Gravity is true &amp;amp; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bootie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is obeying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Sweet, slobbery baby-kisses make EVERYTHING better... except when you get them strategically placed on the front of your shirt right before you have to stand in the front of the class at church. That just makes people laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Dishes &amp;amp; laundry are of the devil. And since I hate the devil, I avoid them both at all costs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*No matter how many birthdays I have, my brain still think it is only 18. So do my clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*The little soft plastic rim in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; eyelash curler is NECESSARY! Otherwise, the eyelash curler just becomes a pair of eyelash scissors. I should know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Eyelashes take a good 3 months to grow back if you accidentally cut them off. Refer back to the last point if you are confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*A nest full of baby birdies in your dryer vent WILL DIE if you do continual loads of laundry all day. And the smell won't go away until the Fall. So, baby birdies are in-cahoots with the devil. Again, a reason to avoid the laundry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Clowns aren't really funny at all. They are usually quite creepy. And what's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; deal about balloons shaped like dogs? I hate dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Cat's are just as dumb as dogs. I hate them, too. The best pet would be a jellyfish tank if they just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; kill you when you tried to play with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Cows WILL chase you, even if your friend says, "They are MORE scared of you..." Dang liar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*No matter how gross you look, it's a turn-on to your husband when you ride a 4-wheeler real wild in the mud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*You get a WAY better tan if you lay out on your roof instead of the lawn. Just hope that the bishop's wife doesn't feel the "need" to "inform" your dad. The big tattletale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*If you can't touch the bottom of the lake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; mind WILL wander about fish biting off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; toes or dead bodies snagging on to your ankles. That just makes you panic. And have a strong urge to wet your pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*If the guy making your food at the restaurant is hairy, greasy, or licks his fingers, you might find it is a real good idea to leave without paying. Or eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Dust can multiply &amp;amp; replenish the earth. Faster than rabbits even.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*It's a sad day when the kids outgrow the diaper bags. I mean, how else am I supposed to sneak treats into church?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. Now you all can be smarter, too, without having to get old &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;decrepit&lt;/span&gt;, like me! I wonder what the next year will bring me. I mean... I'm already like a genius in the smarts department... &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/1997429007909141234-6447516923605645454?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/6447516923605645454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=6447516923605645454' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6447516923605645454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6447516923605645454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-big-3-6.html' title='My Big 3-6!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/SAYuiXHZRhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wc8g-JAo6yE/s72-c/Guppy%27sBig36+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-18824472911105930</id><published>2008-04-10T12:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:41:30.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guppy...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm continually asked why people call me "Guppy." I figure, rather than explaining the story a thousand times, I'd just stick it on here for all my millions of readers. (You know, I HAVE hit the 5,000 mark on my counter... though 3/4 of them are just ME checking to see if anyone has left me comments, hint hint hint!:) ) Oh, yes, back to the real post ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I was a baby, I guess I made fish lips when I nursed. That's it. Done. There's no mystery. I'm called "Guppy" 'cause I made funny lips when I breastfed. I'll forever be linked to my mom's... well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, ALL my teachers in my little town of Melba, ID called me "Guppy." My grade school teachers, jr. high teachers, high school teachers, coaches, bishop, that was JUST what I was known by! In fact, when my niece, Havelah, was... like... 17, she told me she had NO IDEA who Aunt Koriann even was until someone else explained it to her one day. She only knew me as Guppy. Ha, too funny, you gullible little lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those of you who already call me "Guppy", thanks. That means you know me well &amp;amp; aren't shy to say it.  You are my true friends.  It's funny, but the men are always the ones who say it... like it's a funny way to tease me.  Women are MUCH more careful, which is weird 'cause I have a ton of you out there that I adore. You are just chickens. Scaredy cats. Big ol' freakin' weirdos. Oh, wait. I got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babbling is over. I'm an old lady (35 years old for a few more days) who is called by the name of a fish. Oh well. It could be worse. At least it isn't "Tootie"!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-18824472911105930?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/18824472911105930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=18824472911105930' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/18824472911105930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/18824472911105930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/04/guppy.html' title='Guppy...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-5102641048950326563</id><published>2008-04-07T14:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:03.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_qSI0lDPEI/AAAAAAAAATI/Vn6lzGp1iTA/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186618601121201218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_qSI0lDPEI/AAAAAAAAATI/Vn6lzGp1iTA/s400/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post actually happened a few days before we left for Spring Break to St. George, &amp;amp; I wanted to include it on my blog. Because life got so hectic with packing and taking off for a week, I just kept putting it off. I went to get my hair cut the other day, &amp;amp; my friend, Tricia, told me she'd been checking me blog for the last couple WEEKS to see if I'd posted it yet! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAAWWW&lt;/span&gt;! I felt so bad! So, here it is! A day late &amp;amp; a dollar short... This one's for you, Tricia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We had Lunch Bunch at my house a few weeks ago, and it was SO fun! I really needed the adult conversation &amp;amp; the food that everyone ELSE brought (I HATE to eat my own cooking! :)) was absolutely yummy. As everyone is slowly leaving, there were just 3 of us left yapping in the kitchen... Tricia, Liz, &amp;amp; I. As we are talking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; Tricia says, "The babies are too quiet!" &amp;amp; she takes off toward the front door. This is what we found! Liz's delectable, homemade carrot cake being SHOVED into their mouths as fast as they could go! Their pudgy little fists were a mess. Of course we all start laughing &amp;amp; I run for my camera. At this point, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; Cooper and Brig all excitable, &amp;amp; they start laughing. What were they laughing at, you might ask? I would've thought it was simply the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; had MAULED this carrot cake &amp;amp; weren't in any sort of trouble (just giggling mommies! Who could get mad?!?!)) but to our surprise, they had started a cake-fight! They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hucking&lt;/span&gt; it at each other! Okay,I'm not sure Cooper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hucked&lt;/span&gt; any... but I've got proof that Brig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hucked&lt;/span&gt; some! Oh, these cute little precious boys!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Liz, next time we do this... you might want to just use a cake mix so that if these two get into any more mischief, it won't make me feel so GUILTY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-921f95167dad7af0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D921f95167dad7af0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16AF3501943AB7CEAB18170DF7B40B011360A5DD.3F03248E8EBDF6C3FDA91D6675FC56ABB2135B60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D921f95167dad7af0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyI9yV2kiCPFhLfaWkYL3vLU-SMg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D921f95167dad7af0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16AF3501943AB7CEAB18170DF7B40B011360A5DD.3F03248E8EBDF6C3FDA91D6675FC56ABB2135B60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D921f95167dad7af0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyI9yV2kiCPFhLfaWkYL3vLU-SMg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-5102641048950326563?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=921f95167dad7af0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/5102641048950326563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=5102641048950326563' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5102641048950326563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5102641048950326563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/04/lunch-bunch.html' title='Lunch Bunch'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_qSI0lDPEI/AAAAAAAAATI/Vn6lzGp1iTA/s72-c/collage9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7090745478436709029</id><published>2008-04-02T06:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_OBkElDPCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KitBQfod1Zo/s1600-h/SchoolStBody+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184630052737989666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_OBkElDPCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KitBQfod1Zo/s200/SchoolStBody+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_OBkUlDPDI/AAAAAAAAATA/QaV1OKc06d8/s1600-h/SchoolStBody+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184630057032956978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_OBkUlDPDI/AAAAAAAAATA/QaV1OKc06d8/s200/SchoolStBody+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_N-3ElDPBI/AAAAAAAAASw/ykHynsefU2I/s1600-h/SchoolStBody+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I subbed at the grade school today in the 4th grade class &amp;amp; since it was April Fool's Day, I thought it would be funny to put a great big obvious ball under my shirt &amp;amp; pretend I was pregnant. I got to school &amp;amp; all the little kids were bombarding me with, "Your shoe is untied. April Fools!" and "There's a spider on your chair. April Fools!" and all these other "tricks" that were oh, so, original. So, anywhoo ~ I'm thinking, "Duh. They are all over this pregnancy belly..." Imagine my surprise when they all start asking me about my "baby". THEY BOUGHT IT! The obvious ball under shirt (it even had dents in it at times ~ 'cause we deflated it a bit so it'd fit ~!!!) had WORKED. Oh, too funny! I mean, half these kids are either in my ward or friends of my kids, so it isn't like they didn't see me just last Sunday or something! So, as I'm standing there getting class started, I was answering their questions. I decided to throw a curveball at them, and tell them that no, it wasn't a baby. I had just swallowed a watermelon seed &amp;amp; it had grown... and I thought it was ready to hatch today. Then I pulled it out from under my shirt. Half the kids gasped and the other half squealed. That was hilarious! A few were even disappointed that there was no watermelon to eat though ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7090745478436709029?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7090745478436709029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7090745478436709029' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7090745478436709029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7090745478436709029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_OBkElDPCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KitBQfod1Zo/s72-c/SchoolStBody+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-6560137721765579600</id><published>2008-03-30T16:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:03.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_AggUlDO_I/AAAAAAAAASg/kObebmM6epE/s1600-h/collageStG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_AggUlDO_I/AAAAAAAAASg/kObebmM6epE/s400/collageStG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183678910755453938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow.  Ice.  Frost on the windshield.  Mud.  Boots.  Gloves.  Getting stuck in my own driveway.  Daily.  Those are the fun things I got to say goodbye to this week!  My family packed up &amp; took off for Sunny St. George!  We had SO much fun.  We stayed at Mom &amp; Pa's house, but connected up with Val &amp; Joel's families every day. Whether it was for an outing to Snow Canyon, to hit Pizza Hut, to have an Easter Egg hunt, have a BBQ (mom snuck &amp; ate BBQ chicken when she thought no one was looking! hee hee) to go shopping, to find golf balls at the Golf course, go to the temple (tried, at least.  TWICE!) or simply to hang out &amp; veg in the hot sun.  Ahhh!  It was fabulous!  The weather was in the high 70's each day &amp; my whole family was simply SWEATING!  We aren't used to such grand weather!  We think 45 is something to celebrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, everyone, for the wonderful time!  I really REALLY needed the thaw-out there is sunny St. G!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-6560137721765579600?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/6560137721765579600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=6560137721765579600' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6560137721765579600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6560137721765579600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-2008.html' title='Spring Break 2008'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R_AggUlDO_I/AAAAAAAAASg/kObebmM6epE/s72-c/collageStG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1413045936835489220</id><published>2008-03-30T16:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:19:45.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break in Sunny St. G!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:500px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=107889226&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="500" height="373" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=107889226"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=107889226&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=107889226"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link3.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slideshow is when my family took us to Snow Canyon. The first pictures are at the petrified sand dunes (or the "cow-pies", as my kids called them. Look! They do have a resemblance... :) and the last pictures are while we are actually at the sand dunes. I could've stayed there all day, except I was starting to itch from sand in all the crevices (Hey. I'm talking about my armpits, you dingbats.) and the babies were getting a bit windblown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being here made me realize so many things about how very small &amp;amp; insignificant I am. Not in a negative way, just in a I-appreciate-Heavenly-Father's-creativity-way and I felt very lucky to see it. I'm continually in awe at nature!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1413045936835489220?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1413045936835489220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1413045936835489220' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1413045936835489220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1413045936835489220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-in-sunny-st-g.html' title='Spring Break in Sunny St. G!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-5849032798128493669</id><published>2008-03-18T09:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:04.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap.  Literally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9_do2Igt8I/AAAAAAAAASY/6d_xTEgJ_SA/s1600-h/AirShow08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179101790295078850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9_do2Igt8I/AAAAAAAAASY/6d_xTEgJ_SA/s400/AirShow08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;BRIG.&lt;/span&gt;  Need I say more?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-5849032798128493669?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/5849032798128493669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=5849032798128493669' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5849032798128493669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5849032798128493669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/03/crap-literally.html' title='Crap.  Literally...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9_do2Igt8I/AAAAAAAAASY/6d_xTEgJ_SA/s72-c/AirShow08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1028579648864039838</id><published>2008-03-12T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:20:13.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;(~Pause music at bottom of blog before you click on video clip~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He stayed home today, sick, from school. He really DID have a fever. He had no appetite, which is a total clue that he isn't feeling good. So, why is it that I found him like THIS? Naked, doing backflips in the snow? Bridger, you are SUCH a BOY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  And by the way, he only thought it was warm weather 'cause he's fevered, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-501239d10d5ae791" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D501239d10d5ae791%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B63B786D6E76C597393441201A210715EF63129.30FBAB5C0F8977CE1041D90D2D73E5BE2B12D32C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D501239d10d5ae791%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ng84CxCtbpEBUoHGbI8ry66HLk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D501239d10d5ae791%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B63B786D6E76C597393441201A210715EF63129.30FBAB5C0F8977CE1041D90D2D73E5BE2B12D32C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D501239d10d5ae791%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ng84CxCtbpEBUoHGbI8ry66HLk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, yes, this is Montpelier, ID on March 12th... we still have tons of snow all over our yard. Isn't it supposed to be spring? Waah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&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/1997429007909141234-1028579648864039838?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=501239d10d5ae791&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1028579648864039838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1028579648864039838' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1028579648864039838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1028579648864039838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/03/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8307162093499547916</id><published>2008-03-11T12:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:04.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned my lesson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9bXPGIgt6I/AAAAAAAAASE/g6ttCWacXCQ/s1600-h/cuttingremarks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176561476053284770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9bXPGIgt6I/AAAAAAAAASE/g6ttCWacXCQ/s320/cuttingremarks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever have one of those moments where you think, "Heavenly Father just taught me a lesson"... ? Well, I had one the other day. In fact, I'd rather forget about, but my family teased me to no end last night at Family Home Evening about it, &amp;amp; Brooklyn wanted to know if I was going to blog it. Ha ha ha, they all laughed at my expense. But then it was really so funny that I thought you guys might need a good laugh today. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in the bathroom fixing Brooklyn's hair for school. She's SO STINKIN' PICKY that no matter how hard I tried to make it like she wanted it, she'd complain &amp;amp; make faces like I was the most retarded hairdresser in the world. In my frustration with her, I screamed a string of, "I'm never gonna fix your freakin', stinkin' poopy, ugly hair again in my entire life!" (or something to that effect. Brooklyn would know the exacts of what I said, and I'm sure she'd be happy to tell them to you as she laughs real hard...) then I turned in a huffy &amp;amp; ran STRAIGHT INTO THE DOOR FRAME!! The thud was loud. The laughter from all my family was louder. Deafening even. I actually PICTURED Heavenly Father laughing lovingly as the bump began to form on my head. Luckily I had enough sense to laugh about it, too, before I had any more "teaching" moments come my way. And luckily my hair covers the bruise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this MormonAd at the Distribution Center yesterday, &amp;amp; Tony bought it, chuckling, to put up in our house. Can you guess why Family Home Evening last night was such a funny episode, at my expense? Tony was on the lesson &amp;amp; this poster was his Visual Aid. Just wait, babe, for next Monday night. I'll come up with something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8307162093499547916?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8307162093499547916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8307162093499547916' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8307162093499547916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8307162093499547916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-learned-my-lesson.html' title='I learned my lesson...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9bXPGIgt6I/AAAAAAAAASE/g6ttCWacXCQ/s72-c/cuttingremarks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-4504715224781169871</id><published>2008-03-08T17:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:04.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen &amp; Pat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9MqwGIgt5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/T0LfiQhWpVk/s1600-h/JenSealing02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175527402547230610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9MqwGIgt5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/T0LfiQhWpVk/s400/JenSealing02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister, Jen &amp;amp; her husband, Pat got sealed in the Boise Temple last weekend, &amp;amp; it was such a beautiful day! We feel so privileged to be a part of this special day with them. After the sealing, they spoiled us with lunch at the Golden Corral. My heck, we all came out of there looking pregnant or something.  I mean, you can't go to such a great buffet without going back 72 or 73 times. There was a definite pouch on me! Next time, I'll have to remember to wear a mu-mu! Jen, Pat, &amp;amp; love you guys so much!&lt;/span&gt;  Thanks so much for allowing us to be there with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1080863910583114669&amp;amp;site=widget-ad.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=h5&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1080863910583114669&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p1/1080863910583114669/h5_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=h5&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1080863910583114669&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p2/1080863910583114669/h5_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/1997429007909141234-4504715224781169871?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/4504715224781169871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=4504715224781169871' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4504715224781169871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4504715224781169871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/03/jen-pat.html' title='Jen &amp; Pat'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R9MqwGIgt5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/T0LfiQhWpVk/s72-c/JenSealing02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-3756210151062643206</id><published>2008-03-04T15:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:34:41.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shineah Gibson</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a63774d7a41314e673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="330" alt="Click to play Shineah 2008" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a63774d7a41314e673d3d0d0a.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is my sister, Tawnja's daughter, Shineah.  We were in Boise this weekend &amp;amp; decided to kill a roll of film (wait... it's digital, so how would you say that?  Kill a CARD?!?)  Isn't she absolutely beautiful?  My, Shineah... you were an easy subject.  So photogenic.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-3756210151062643206?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/3756210151062643206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=3756210151062643206' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3756210151062643206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3756210151062643206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/03/shineah-gibson.html' title='Shineah Gibson'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-3588161738362355506</id><published>2008-02-26T09:39:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:04.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manner's Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a59314f5441344f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="330" alt="Click to play Manner's Tea" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a59314f5441344f513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R8RQlZjH8_I/AAAAAAAAARk/Cak4okLnWHM/s1600-h/ValentinesMannersTea08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every year the 1st graders at our grade school have a "Manner's Tea" where they teach the kids "manners".  First, they do little dances with a BOY, then they have a "tea party" where the kids have to curtsy to their "BOY," who then pulls their chair out for the girls to be seated (this is NOT a date, people!), then they put their napkins on their laps, &amp;amp; eat cake &amp;amp; punch! It is too cute! Brielle is in a light pink dress, 2nd from the front of the left side of the screen. Her partner is Josh Pope, who informed her that he was gonna "sneak a kiss" during the dance (she was HORRIFIED &amp;amp; I told her his mama would be watching &amp;amp; he wouldn't DARE in front of her!) You'll have to pause the music at the bottom of my blog to hear them "Rockin' Around the Clock"... Brielle did SUCH a cute job! You can tell she's counting out her beats. She's my beautiful little perfectionist! I just love her little bootie-shaking. She's got it going on! Her teacher this year is Suzanne Hunzeker. You'll notice I'm real wobbly... That'd be because I'm trying to hold a wiggly 22 month old kid while I'm videoing. Brielle, you did GREAT! You and your classmates did a FANTASTIC program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af58b486697efb22" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf58b486697efb22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D403FA94D175E958FB9F4D7A11443FAE9A9F11DAD.213B3869CFFAEF2CA70C0A80DCCB60493EFCDAA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf58b486697efb22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPQQG_nxxL8Fg1T8oJhq4EjAUAx4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf58b486697efb22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D403FA94D175E958FB9F4D7A11443FAE9A9F11DAD.213B3869CFFAEF2CA70C0A80DCCB60493EFCDAA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf58b486697efb22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPQQG_nxxL8Fg1T8oJhq4EjAUAx4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-3588161738362355506?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af58b486697efb22&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/3588161738362355506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=3588161738362355506' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3588161738362355506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3588161738362355506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/manners-tea.html' title='Manner&apos;s Tea'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1570511372876412480</id><published>2008-02-23T19:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:04.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 14-Year Run is Done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R8DfHZjH88I/AAAAAAAAARM/TFdRUulZhZk/s1600-h/TicketBBallTourney08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170377690431615938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R8DfHZjH88I/AAAAAAAAARM/TFdRUulZhZk/s400/TicketBBallTourney08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, 14 years was a good run. But all things must come to an end. Mine did just a bit ago, thanks to State Trooper Bates who clocked me going 54 in a 35... I hadn't had a ticket since before I was married! And I still wouldn't if I were my sisters, Karmen &amp;amp; Tiff, who somehow flirt their way out of EVERY ticket! Brooklyn was sitting in the seat next to me &amp;amp; even said, "Act like Karmen!" but all that would come out was the pathetic look, the begging eyes, &amp;amp; the hard-nose State Trooper didn't buy it. He must enjoy watching a poor helpless girl squirm. Okay, not girl... old lady. Either way, my run is over. I do have to say he was pretty nice, though. I mean, he actually could've given me a ticket for a hundred &amp;amp; some-odd bucks, but he only wrote it in as 10 over the speed limit so that the ticket would only be $75. Plus also, I didn't have proof of insurance in the car (well, it was an expired card, but I DO have insurance!) which he said could've added $116 MORE bucks! Luckily, he just warned me to get the new cards in &amp;amp; didn't cite me on that one, too. Dang it all. Oh, well... Now the pressure is off me. The 14-year run is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1570511372876412480?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1570511372876412480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1570511372876412480' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1570511372876412480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1570511372876412480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/14-year-run-is-done.html' title='The 14-Year Run is Done...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R8DfHZjH88I/AAAAAAAAARM/TFdRUulZhZk/s72-c/TicketBBallTourney08+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-6048472070805377177</id><published>2008-02-21T13:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:50:53.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SnowBall Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=103345761&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=103345761"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=103345761&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=103345761"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link2.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, our little town has a "SnowBall" and it has been a tradition for us to take our family. This year, Tony took the 4 oldest kids while I stayed home with Brig to do stuff for my church calling (nice excuse, huh? I really spent most the night veggin'...). This year the theme had something to do with a Luau... They had surfer music, limbo, sailor hats, the works! Ever since Brooklyn &amp;amp; Brikenna were 4 years old, they've gone. They've danced in the middle of the dance floor with herds of their friends. Now that Bridger and Brielle are older, they love it, too. Mostly Brielle loves it when her daddy holds her and HE dances while she giggles! Bridger just runs around like a boy, knocking into people &amp;amp; then taking off... Here's a few of the pics from The SnowBall 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-6048472070805377177?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/6048472070805377177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=6048472070805377177' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6048472070805377177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6048472070805377177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/snowball-dance.html' title='SnowBall Dance'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-3895957762566974537</id><published>2008-02-14T08:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:42:30.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This brought a nice smile to my face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Click on the snowman-monster to start... then again to swing the bat!  I got 238.5 just now.  How far did you whack him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf" href="http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf"&gt;http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-3895957762566974537?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/3895957762566974537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=3895957762566974537' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3895957762566974537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3895957762566974537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-brought-nice-smile-to-my-face.html' title='This brought a nice smile to my face!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8856870345097609653</id><published>2008-02-13T11:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:04.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R7M1GpjH85I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/TOCd-Rn9G_A/s1600-h/Winter+Blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166531585872753554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R7M1GpjH85I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/TOCd-Rn9G_A/s200/Winter+Blues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay, so I need a pitty party. I've got the winter blues... again! I'm in desperate need of St. George sunshine. I want to play a wild game of volleyball without goosbumps on my legs. (For those of you who don't know, goosbeumps make your leg-hair grow faster! Think I'm kidding? Go shave, then stand in the freezer for a while. That smooth, baby-bootie skin will suddenly be prickley! Swear!) I want a real tan that comes from sunshine, not tanning bulbs. I want to throw a baseball &amp;amp; get one thrown back at me so hard it stings. Before you all go sending me samples of zoloft, maybe you could say something funny to make me laugh. Leave a joke. A quote that is bound to make me smile. SOMETHING! Tomorrow is Valentines Day &amp;amp; I have lots to do for school parties and such, so I'll have a reason to put my 5 layers of mascara on tomorrow. For today, though, I'm throwing my own pitty party. Bring on the bons-bons &amp;amp; reality TV! I need a hug... (You have to say that like Donkey on Shrek to get the full effect! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8856870345097609653?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8856870345097609653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8856870345097609653' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8856870345097609653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8856870345097609653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R7M1GpjH85I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/TOCd-Rn9G_A/s72-c/Winter+Blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-770778639939336262</id><published>2008-02-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:21:46.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brig LOVES his daddy! This baby boy will forcefully grab Tony's face &amp;amp; plant a precious kiss right on him... &amp;amp; then not "quit" the kiss until Tony finishes the pucker first! It's too cute. Sorry Brig's face is in the window-light badly. And sorry you have to witness him getting his nose wiped. Brig. Not Tony. :) You'll get the main idea. My baby LOVES to kiss his daddy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You'll have to pause the music at the bottom)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plus, you'll see how cute it is...  he calls me his "Guppy-Mamma!"  Oh, priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8413948517b89a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8413948517b89a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AB8CF4D1B6ED63F3FB5EEF761D598C3D07DE40F.5C7599CB6DD8AEFD47189A5A3B182DDFA349F524%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8413948517b89a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKdcV-nn5U0rzFj9ovOVYMSp1bXo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8413948517b89a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132634%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AB8CF4D1B6ED63F3FB5EEF761D598C3D07DE40F.5C7599CB6DD8AEFD47189A5A3B182DDFA349F524%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8413948517b89a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKdcV-nn5U0rzFj9ovOVYMSp1bXo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-770778639939336262?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a8413948517b89a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/770778639939336262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=770778639939336262' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/770778639939336262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/770778639939336262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/kissing-daddy.html' title='Kissing Daddy!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-4564872377333467634</id><published>2008-02-08T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R60hh6WliBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/brvoO7j3EvM/s1600-h/bubblegum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164821214147217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R60hh6WliBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/brvoO7j3EvM/s400/bubblegum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Surgeon Generals Warning: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't swallow bubblegum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to Marissa! I stole this from her! Hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-4564872377333467634?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/4564872377333467634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=4564872377333467634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4564872377333467634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4564872377333467634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/surgeon-generals-warning-dont-swallow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R60hh6WliBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/brvoO7j3EvM/s72-c/bubblegum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-242353251353515508</id><published>2008-02-07T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campbell Clan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6t3S6Wlh-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Wa8Qrd7eTnQ/s1600-h/SistersCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164352564495747042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="477" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6t3S6Wlh-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Wa8Qrd7eTnQ/s400/SistersCollage.jpg" width="503" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6t3TaWlh_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/kIxWv-v6fU4/s1600-h/brotherscollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164352573085681650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="446" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6t3TaWlh_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/kIxWv-v6fU4/s400/brotherscollage.jpg" width="493" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you already know that I grew up in a huge family. I have 8 sisters, 3 brothers, &amp;amp; only 1 set of parents, which is unusual in this day &amp;amp; age. I guess I've been thinking a lot about my family the last few days with everything that has gone on with my brother-in-law, Mike... I know that when this hard trial hit him, his family dropped everything to rush ~hours away~ to the hospital. He had family members driving thru dangerous snow storms, through scary canyons, so that they could be at his side. Members of my family did the same to be with Tiff while she faced this. This has got me thinking about the trials I face, as well. I know when I've had things happen to me, my brothers &amp;amp; sisters &amp;amp; parents show up as fast as they can. And if they can't show up, the phone is ringing non-stop. That's what family is for, huh? I bet this has got many of you thinking about how important your own family is in your life. I'm so grateful for each one of my family members who love me &amp;amp; support me &amp;amp; are there when I need them. I'm also grateful for their wonderful spouses (my brothers &amp;amp; sisters in-law... who I will need to get pictures of someday!). They allow my brothers &amp;amp; sisters to be there when we need each other. So, meet my family! In the top picture are all of us girls, in order: Tawnja, Tracy, Jennifer, Brenda, Me, Valerie, Karmen, Debbie, &amp;amp; Tiffany. In the bottom picture are my parents &amp;amp; brothers, in order: Mom &amp;amp; Papa, Keith, Ben, &amp;amp; Joel. I'm so glad Families Can Be Together Forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-242353251353515508?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/242353251353515508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=242353251353515508' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/242353251353515508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/242353251353515508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/campbell-clan.html' title='The Campbell Clan'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6t3S6Wlh-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Wa8Qrd7eTnQ/s72-c/SistersCollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-415147060563018871</id><published>2008-02-04T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:25:34.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mike</title><content type='html'>I believe our family has truly experienced a miracle this week with my brother-in-law, Mike.  Thank you for the many prayers, the fasts, &amp;amp; kind words of support to my sister, Tiff.  Mike has made a complete turn-around &amp;amp; is back to his hilarious, sarcastic self.  My brother, Ben, has kept us updated on Mike's condition for the past 4 days &amp;amp; his comment was that he had witnessed a miracle.  I know Mike &amp;amp; his family are very private people, so I'll leave it at that.  (And I'll be deleting this post soon so he doesn't see it and then want to pin me down to torture me or something!:))  He isn't out of the woods yet, and he is still hospitalized while they continue test upon test, but just know when we band our faith together, miracles DO happen!  Thanks to you all!  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-415147060563018871?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/415147060563018871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=415147060563018871' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/415147060563018871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/415147060563018871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/update-on-mike.html' title='Update on Mike'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1731458766925575166</id><published>2008-02-01T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:05.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheal George</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take a second &amp;amp; ask you all to remember my brother-in-law, Mike George in your prayers right now.  Yesterday some very scary things happened with him &amp;amp; he is currently in the U of U hospital in Salt Lake in the ICU.  He has been diagnosed with viral encephalitis, which is a brain infection.  I know with the power of the priesthood, &amp;amp; with all your faith, all things are possible.  Please keep him &amp;amp; my sister, Tiff, in your prayers.  And, Happy Birthday, Tiff!  I wish we had somewhere fun to be celebrating right now instead of the hard trial you are experiencing.  You are in our family's prayers.   Rain check, okay Dippiest?  And I know my kids will brush your hair and rub lotion on your feet.  We love you both so!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6NqX6Wlh8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/COdyKAoT9Fo/s1600-h/Tiff+IIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162086556930246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6NqX6Wlh8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/COdyKAoT9Fo/s320/Tiff+IIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1731458766925575166?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1731458766925575166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1731458766925575166' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1731458766925575166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1731458766925575166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/02/micheal-george.html' title='Micheal George'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6NqX6Wlh8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/COdyKAoT9Fo/s72-c/Tiff+IIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-6202382698445684323</id><published>2008-01-31T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:45:47.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenn Beck</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z58eHBnEHhk&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z58eHBnEHhk&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-6202382698445684323?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/6202382698445684323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=6202382698445684323' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6202382698445684323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6202382698445684323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/glenn-beck.html' title='Glenn Beck'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-903571044246723811</id><published>2008-01-31T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:06.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6HwOKWlh7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/SL0w2V0UUqw/s1600-h/ChargersvsPatriots+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161670774031222706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6HwOKWlh7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/SL0w2V0UUqw/s400/ChargersvsPatriots+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many of you live in real places where you can find entertainment on a cold day for your bored kids. Well, I don't, dang it! When the kids are getting the winter-crazies, I don't have a lot of options. In fact, I only have TWO options... the public library or the playland at Arctic Circle! I was going nuts the other day, needing somewhere for Brig to play without giving him frostbite or hypothermia, so Tony packed him up &amp;amp; took him to Arctic Circle so I could have some peace &amp;amp; quiet for a little while. I guess it is sort of like Christmas time where the kids have more fun with the boxes than their toys. Same thing on this day... Brig came home laughing his handsome little head off 'cause he got to wear the sack on his head. Who cares about the slide or the tunnel. He just wanted to put the sack on his head. Oh, what a love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-903571044246723811?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/903571044246723811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=903571044246723811' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/903571044246723811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/903571044246723811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored-baby.html' title='Bored Baby...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R6HwOKWlh7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/SL0w2V0UUqw/s72-c/ChargersvsPatriots+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8858084216146648731</id><published>2008-01-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:06.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Hinckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R54c0qWlh6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/lOKQJI_jok8/s1600-h/PresHinckley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160593914060965794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R54c0qWlh6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/lOKQJI_jok8/s320/PresHinckley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night as the TV show was interrupted we were watching to show that Presidnet Hinckely had passed away, our entire family burst in to tears. I stood there with my eyes fixed on the screen while I held Brielle, Brikenna, &amp;amp; Brooklyn's sobbing bodies. What a shock that we all knew would eventually come. I'll always remember what a fantastic leader he was. I always loved his cute little cane as he waved it in the air. I thought he was hilarious when he pretended to "knight" Henry B. Eyring at the last General Conference. President Hinckley was so funny &amp;amp; sweet, but also so inspiring &amp;amp; positive. We'll miss him! But can you even imagine the reunion he's having with his cute little wife, Marjorie, as well as with the Savior? Wow...  My sister, Tracy, told us that the new age of technology hit ~ &amp;amp; to the credit of the youth of our church.  Her son, Andrew (A junior in high school) got a text Sunday night from a friend telling them to wear church clothes to school the next day in honor of Presidnet Hinckley.  Apparently the high schools were bombarded by youth in dress clothes today.  The rising generation... they never cease to amaze me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8858084216146648731?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8858084216146648731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8858084216146648731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8858084216146648731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8858084216146648731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/president-hinckley.html' title='President Hinckley'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R54c0qWlh6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/lOKQJI_jok8/s72-c/PresHinckley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2119984474777183740</id><published>2008-01-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:06.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HGTV Dream Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R500rqWlh5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vf85oKCRNA0/s1600-h/Dream+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160338672744499090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R500rqWlh5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vf85oKCRNA0/s400/Dream+Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm at it again.  Every January, I vote faithfully on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt; to win myself a Dream Home!   It's my only ticket to somewhere warmer... &amp;amp; this year it is in the Florida Keys!  I wonder if it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrilegious&lt;/span&gt; to pray to win it...  I'd take alligators &amp;amp; hurricanes over glaciers in my backyard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-2119984474777183740?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2119984474777183740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2119984474777183740' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2119984474777183740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2119984474777183740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/hgtv-dream-home.html' title='HGTV Dream Home'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R500rqWlh5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vf85oKCRNA0/s72-c/Dream+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1587949736123594885</id><published>2008-01-27T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:06.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Food &amp; Marshmallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5zy1qWlh2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qm3Gtc532HM/s1600-h/LuLu%27s7thB-day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266276775757666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5zy1qWlh2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qm3Gtc532HM/s320/LuLu%27s7thB-day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5zy16Wlh3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VdWJ4qrpSqA/s1600-h/LuLu%27s7thB-day+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266281070724978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5zy16Wlh3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VdWJ4qrpSqA/s320/LuLu%27s7thB-day+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5zy2qWlh4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/9QwN23aEvm4/s1600-h/LuLu%27s7thB-day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266293955626882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5zy2qWlh4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/9QwN23aEvm4/s320/LuLu%27s7thB-day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kid ain't no dummy. This is how I found him. Look closely, 'cause he dumped a pile of Lucky Charms on the counter, then proceeded to pick out only the marshmallows! He left all the yucky stuff... I don't even know what it is really called, but at my house we've call it "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;catfood&lt;/span&gt;" ever since my sister, Val, said it looked like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;catfood&lt;/span&gt;. So, my brilliant little 21 month old son, Brig, ate all the marshmallows &amp;amp; left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;catfood&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't he a doll?!?! What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1587949736123594885?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1587949736123594885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1587949736123594885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1587949736123594885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1587949736123594885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/cat-food-marshmallows.html' title='Cat Food &amp; Marshmallows'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5zy1qWlh2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qm3Gtc532HM/s72-c/LuLu%27s7thB-day+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1823316894511920733</id><published>2008-01-23T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:27:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 below...</title><content type='html'>...And today is 25 below zero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1823316894511920733?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1823316894511920733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1823316894511920733' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1823316894511920733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1823316894511920733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/25-below.html' title='25 below...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8001829534152760466</id><published>2008-01-22T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:32:37.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 below...</title><content type='html'>What's your weather like?  Mine SUCKS!  Woke up to 20 below zero today &amp;amp; school cancelled...  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8001829534152760466?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8001829534152760466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8001829534152760466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8001829534152760466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8001829534152760466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/20-below.html' title='20 below...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-3594083764694452163</id><published>2008-01-21T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:07.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Football War!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5VSbKomGzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9Yhtbgbx-rA/s1600-h/Chargers+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158119574887340850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5VSbKomGzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9Yhtbgbx-rA/s400/Chargers+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5VSbqomG0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7IrkVlvdnlY/s1600-h/Chargers02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158119583477275458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5VSbqomG0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7IrkVlvdnlY/s400/Chargers02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5VSb6omG1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jVzwrAYqC0w/s1600-h/Chargers05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158119587772242770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5VSb6omG1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jVzwrAYqC0w/s400/Chargers05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been an exciting year for football in our family. Tony's San Diego Chargers finally have a seaon worth watching... &amp;amp; Bridger has totally been following the New England Patriots since they started the winning streak (that's how he decides who his "team" is... by who is winning!) Yesterday, for the AFC Championship game, guess who was up against each other? Yip! Chargers vs. Patriots! I know. Some are out there judging us right now for our "wholesome" Sunday activities. But, hey, the 1st Counselor in our Stake Presidency called us at kick-off, laughing, asking how attitudes &amp;amp; tempers were in our household right then.  Even told Tony he'd put in a prayer for the Chargers... Funny, huh? Anywhoo~ the kids went &amp;amp; made cheerleading signs &amp;amp; posted them on the entertainment center, the microwave, the front door, &amp;amp; even on their backs!  Tony got a nice leather "Chargers" baseball hat, &amp;amp; Bridger got a nice leather "Patriots" hat for Christmas &amp;amp; they were wearing them with a vengence.  They were serious.  You don't mess with a guy's hat!  It was father against son... daughter against mother... sister against sister... &amp;amp; in the end Bridger's team (&amp;amp; mine &amp;amp; Kenna's) came out on top. The Charger fans (ie Tony, Brooklyn, &amp;amp; Brielle) are a bit of poor sports with all their pouting &amp;amp; moping around! Now, bring on the Super Bowl! Go New England! Beat those Giants!&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/1997429007909141234-3594083764694452163?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/3594083764694452163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=3594083764694452163' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3594083764694452163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3594083764694452163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-football-war.html' title='Family Football War!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5VSbKomGzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9Yhtbgbx-rA/s72-c/Chargers+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7630305127296364193</id><published>2008-01-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:07.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday, Brielle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KWdqomGqI/AAAAAAAAANg/IeYpE1zJph4/s1600-h/LuLu%27s7thB-day+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157349959697570466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KWdqomGqI/AAAAAAAAANg/IeYpE1zJph4/s320/LuLu%27s7thB-day+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KWd6omGrI/AAAAAAAAANo/OWG-PixrhRk/s1600-h/LuLu%27s7thB-day+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157349963992537778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KWd6omGrI/AAAAAAAAANo/OWG-PixrhRk/s320/LuLu%27s7thB-day+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Brielle's 7th birthday, &amp;amp; today we had her "Purse-Party!" She invited 8 friends over &amp;amp; we had a lots of fun. First, all the girls decorated composition notebooks that Tony had cut to the shape of a purse &amp;amp; I helped them cover with scrapbook paper. The girls added lots of "bling" to them, &amp;amp; we put on a ribbon handle. SO CUTE! Then, they made bead necklaces (After they decorated their purse notebooks, they had to decorate themselves!) After that, we had a crazy game of high-heel-musical chairs. I think my heels will never be the same... there were a lot of almost-twisted-ankles, but luckily none of the heels broke off my shoes! (What? Concerned more about the shoes than the little girl's ankles? Nah...) Of course, I made her a "Purse" cake (wow, I suck at making cakes...). It's so fun to see Brielle feel so special... to be the center of attention... to unwrap lots of presents! Today was HER day, &amp;amp; she loved EVERY minute of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7630305127296364193?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7630305127296364193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7630305127296364193' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7630305127296364193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7630305127296364193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-7th-birthday-brielle.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday, Brielle!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KWdqomGqI/AAAAAAAAANg/IeYpE1zJph4/s72-c/LuLu%27s7thB-day+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1720038569491238957</id><published>2008-01-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:08.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotties in Heels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KvuqomGsI/AAAAAAAAANw/BMy7eB6gf10/s1600-h/picasacollage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157377739546041026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KvuqomGsI/AAAAAAAAANw/BMy7eB6gf10/s400/picasacollage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KOZaomGpI/AAAAAAAAANY/92_jOEhzZQo/s1600-h/LuLu%27s7thB-day+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157341090590104210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KOZaomGpI/AAAAAAAAANY/92_jOEhzZQo/s400/LuLu%27s7thB-day+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nicole, Courtni, Hope, Shaelyn, Brielle, Sarah, Cheyanne, Shaylin, &amp;amp; Averi throwing a bit of 1st grade attitude into these heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1720038569491238957?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1720038569491238957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1720038569491238957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1720038569491238957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1720038569491238957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/hotties-in-heels.html' title='Hotties in Heels!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KvuqomGsI/AAAAAAAAANw/BMy7eB6gf10/s72-c/picasacollage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-705790876355018438</id><published>2008-01-19T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:08.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High-Heel-Musical Chairs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KNhaomGoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/abz9ePbKrCU/s1600-h/picasacollage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157340128517429890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KNhaomGoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/abz9ePbKrCU/s400/picasacollage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No birthday party is complete without a wild game of musical chairs. I mean, everybody loves a good game of musical chairs! But have you ever tried it in high heels? What a blasted blast! We're happy to say, no one ended up on crutches after this animated game! (And aren't these cute little toes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-705790876355018438?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/705790876355018438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=705790876355018438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/705790876355018438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/705790876355018438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/high-heel-musical-chairs.html' title='High-Heel-Musical Chairs!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KNhaomGoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/abz9ePbKrCU/s72-c/picasacollage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-6207087925639310698</id><published>2008-01-19T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:08.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KMLaomGnI/AAAAAAAAANI/W-o75oAU1IE/s1600-h/picasacollage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157338651048680050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KMLaomGnI/AAAAAAAAANI/W-o75oAU1IE/s400/picasacollage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's Brielle &amp;amp; her friends eating cake... Brielle, Hope, Shaelyn, Averi, Shaylin, Nicole, Sarah, Courtni, Cheyanne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-6207087925639310698?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/6207087925639310698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=6207087925639310698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6207087925639310698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6207087925639310698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-brielle-her-friends-eating-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R5KMLaomGnI/AAAAAAAAANI/W-o75oAU1IE/s72-c/picasacollage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-6290131072436229061</id><published>2008-01-12T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:08.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4kUDaomGmI/AAAAAAAAANA/YMvDTwZ8jHY/s1600-h/Havi+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154673297423997538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4kUDaomGmI/AAAAAAAAANA/YMvDTwZ8jHY/s320/Havi+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is my Mom's birthday! Happy Birthday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mammogram&lt;/span&gt;! This cute, skinny little woman gave birth to 12 kids (I'd call us beautiful but that might sound conceited... :). She spent her life sacrificing for us, loving us, playing sports with us, &amp;amp; a million other things that I can't even mention without tearing up! I love you, Mom! Happy Birthday! And I don't even have to remind Papa to pamper you today... We all know that is his favorite pastime anyway! You both are the best!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-6290131072436229061?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/6290131072436229061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=6290131072436229061' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6290131072436229061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/6290131072436229061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, MOM!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4kUDaomGmI/AAAAAAAAANA/YMvDTwZ8jHY/s72-c/Havi+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-1279392072895481414</id><published>2008-01-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Fans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4fMkqomGlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NlzmxfzEmoI/s1600-h/Keith+Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154313228840737362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4fMkqomGlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NlzmxfzEmoI/s200/Keith+Shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so this one's for Katie... the rest of you that have heard it a thousand times... LIVE WITH IT! It was the coolest night &amp;amp; re-living it gets my heart-rate up to an aerobic workout every time! So, we went to the Keith Urban concert in our matching shirts that my si&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sters&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I designed. I made them on my computer. (The insignia was a Superman sign, but instead of a huge "S" we put a "K" on it &amp;amp; put "Urban Legend" on the sides with some rhinestone-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; around the outside of it. SO CUTE!) So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anywhoo&lt;/span&gt; ~ this post could be 4 days long if I type up all the details (Yes, it was THAT exciting!) so I will write an impatient, out of breath version: Here goes! Got to concert. Our seats so far away we could almost touch the ceiling. Not happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Snuck&lt;/span&gt; down to good seats while the opening act was still on. Got kicked out. Dang. Not taking no for an answer. Found some med-techs &amp;amp; tried to beg them to get us floor seats. No go unless we wanted to take off our wedding rings... BAD! Devils... Saw cousin Holly! Woo! Hug &amp;amp; kiss her. Sneak back in when lights go low. Keith Urban hitting the stage! Run to empty seats 3 rows from smaller stage. No one kicks us out this time. Keith ultimate blast! We ran to stand at the gate! Now we are FIRST ROW with nothing between us &amp;amp; Keith except a gate, security guards, &amp;amp; 20 feet of blank space! Singing, dancing like we were teenagers! FRONT ROW, people, FRONT ROW! Camera-man comes up &amp;amp; yells, "What's with the shirts?" so I gave him a close up. They put us on the HUGE SCREEN! More than once, apparently! The BIG one that spans from one side of the arena to the other! Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nuttle&lt;/span&gt; (one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guitarists&lt;/span&gt;) sits on edge of stage &amp;amp; sings to us. The other band members are laughing &amp;amp; having fun jamming to us singing &amp;amp; dancing. Feels like we were the only ones in the arena! Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nuttle&lt;/span&gt; throws us his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt; pick. I'm pointing at Keith &amp;amp; singing. He looks STRAIGHT INTO MY EYES, POINTS TO ME, &amp;amp; sings, "You are my Better Half!" (Katie, that was no lie! I swear it happened! Ask my sisters!) Then he jams his guitar &amp;amp; twirls, laughing. Me, I think I might have peed my pants at that moment! If you can get high on music &amp;amp; Keith, then I was there, baby! I WAS THERE! Whole concert was a rocking blast. No one rocks like Keith. Country music? Yeah, right! He can ROCK! Concert over, we leaving. Get stopped by LOTS of different people leaving the concert. They want PICTURES with us. We are like, What?" They all said they saw us on the BIG screen a lot. People were trying to buy our shirts off us, too! What? Feeling popular ~ like a better version of high school... Except that I'm 35 now instead of 17. Going to car. Security Guard comes up to us. Says some guys want to talk to us. We flash our wedding rings &amp;amp; start to make a break for the car. YIKES! Security Guard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;, "It's Keith's BAND!" We look over. Sure enough... his BAND is motioning to us! We go over &amp;amp; spend half hour chatting with them! They sign our shirts. They tell us they'll get us tickets to Spokane, WA for that weekend if we'll follow their concert. They give us their "MY SPACE" &amp;amp; ask us to post our picture on it. They tell us playing to people who are having as much fun as we were having gives the concerts such a fun energy! They loved us! They wanted to bring us along to keep up that energy! Nothing bad at all, in case you are thinking we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt;. Nope. Talked to Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nuttle&lt;/span&gt; about his wife. Talked to Chris Martin (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt;) about my kids. He said I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; brought Brooklyn &amp;amp; Kenna &amp;amp; he'd get us tickets if we wanted. Tempting, but Mother's Gone Wild isn't a show I can be on. Keith had been swept back to his hotel room right after concert, so didn't get to meet him. Dang. But really, the night was so much fun! I can never go to a concert again. Any other would be a total disappointment! And for a pathological liar, this ALL IS THE TRUTH! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ruud&lt;/span&gt;-Promise! (That means my temple recommend would be on the line if I broke that promise! :) Oh... Now do you see why I love Keith Urban? I really AM his BETTER HALF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-1279392072895481414?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/1279392072895481414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=1279392072895481414' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1279392072895481414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/1279392072895481414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/famous-fans.html' title='Famous Fans...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4fMkqomGlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NlzmxfzEmoI/s72-c/Keith+Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8855547141530284402</id><published>2008-01-09T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:08.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith Urban's having a baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4Uzm6omGjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VO6WueWu4D8/s1600-h/Keith+Urban!+WooWee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153582092262971954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4Uzm6omGjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VO6WueWu4D8/s200/Keith+Urban!+WooWee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4Uzm6omGkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3VHzuKgN974/s1600-h/KeithUrban!+Woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153582092262971970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4Uzm6omGkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3VHzuKgN974/s200/KeithUrban!+Woo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4UyWqomGhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VveqXHgjFUE/s1600-h/Keith+Urban!+WooWee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a few pics from the flashback to our Keith concert last September.  The color pic was taken right after he pointed to me during the concert &amp;amp; told me I was his "Better Half".  The black and white one is after the concert when we all went to drink slurpees at the local 7-11 &amp;amp; had an animated conversation about when he was going to join our church.  Does anyone get the feeling I'm a pathological liar?!?  Let me dream, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8855547141530284402?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8855547141530284402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8855547141530284402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8855547141530284402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8855547141530284402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-picture-of-keith-after-concert.html' title='Keith Urban&apos;s having a baby!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4Uzm6omGjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VO6WueWu4D8/s72-c/Keith+Urban!+WooWee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-4840725116655515359</id><published>2008-01-09T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:09.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4UxpaomGfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pPM8GPRzKmw/s1600-h/Keith+Urban+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153579936189389298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4UxpaomGfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pPM8GPRzKmw/s320/Keith+Urban+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4Uv0KomGeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DUEM_K_GPVE/s1600-h/KeithUrban!+Woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4UMhKomGbI/AAAAAAAAALo/h3xDNlyd5DU/s1600-h/Keith+Urban+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153539112525240754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4UMhKomGbI/AAAAAAAAALo/h3xDNlyd5DU/s320/Keith+Urban+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so this is a flash-back to September when my sis's (Karmen, Deb-T, Tiff) &amp;amp; my friend, Steph, &amp;amp; I went to the Keith Urban concert in Salt Lake! WooWee! What a BLAST that was! I got to be 18 again for a night, &amp;amp; we were the famous-fans of the concert! But I'm a little dismayed... I heard last night on Inside Edition that Nicole Kidman is pregnant &amp;amp; that Keith Urban is MARRIED to her! I guess I was in denial...I didn't believe it 2 years ago, &amp;amp; I can't believe it now. Hmmm. And I guess he forgot that he's gonna be my #2 husband after polygamy kicks back in! I mean, he's too good for someone like NICOLE! :) I'm WAY better than her! (Ouch! If she ever saw this blog, she'd laugh right out loud!) :) Oh, yeah! But I have TONY... Who needs Keith when I've got TONY! I mean, could you even see Keith getting into the bubble-bath and making Santa-Claus faces in the suds with his baby like my man did? I think NOT! (Okay, maybe just a little...)&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/1997429007909141234-4840725116655515359?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/4840725116655515359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=4840725116655515359' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4840725116655515359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/4840725116655515359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/keith-urbans-having-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R4UxpaomGfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pPM8GPRzKmw/s72-c/Keith+Urban+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2410363796741771943</id><published>2008-01-09T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:27:27.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kid's Polls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, it isn't hard... It's a simple click of the mouse... It is an anonymous opinion... Can you all perty please vote on my kid's polls? My little Brielle checks hers EVERY DAY to see how many votes are on it. Last week's was a total disappointment for her 'cause she only had 8 votes on it! (Do any of you have guilt yet? :)) The polls are down the sidebar towards the bottom and they change them every week. Mothering... There is always SOMETHING we are trying to fix to make our kid's happy, huh? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-2410363796741771943?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2410363796741771943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2410363796741771943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2410363796741771943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2410363796741771943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-kids-polls.html' title='My Kid&apos;s Polls...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8432708794245462574</id><published>2008-01-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:53:25.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooks, Scrapbooks &amp; More Scrapbooks!</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I've been putting lots of mini-scrapbooks on here!  I got the idea from Callie Beardall's blog and it is so cute that I just can't stop!  I've been taking my girls out lately to take pics of them... They are such good sports, for the most part.  Poor Brielle has my sensative eyes &amp;amp; getting a picture of her not squinting was a real chore!  Bridger and Brig are another story... getting a picture of a boy is not an easy task when they think a cool picture includes things like blood, scabs, &amp;amp; cat's tails!  At least they like boy stuff and aren't asking to ice-skate or do gymnastics... :)  Anywhoo~ my girls are beautiful little models in disguise!  And yes, Callie, I take their pics.  And Cordie, my camera is a kodakshare camera 4 megapixels.  It's a few years old, but works great for me.  I manipulate all my pictures on picasa, which is a free download from the internet.  Makes people think I actually know what I'm doing! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8432708794245462574?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8432708794245462574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8432708794245462574' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8432708794245462574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8432708794245462574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/scrapbooks-scrapbooks-more-scrapbooks.html' title='Scrapbooks, Scrapbooks &amp; More Scrapbooks!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7972352477116623547</id><published>2008-01-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:10:42.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph &amp; Ashley's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a45344f546b304e673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Click to play My+Nephew's+Wedding!" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45344f546b304e673d3d0d0a.jpg" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7972352477116623547?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7972352477116623547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7972352477116623547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7972352477116623547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7972352477116623547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/joseph-ashleys-wedding.html' title='Joseph &amp; Ashley&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7536362825312432390</id><published>2008-01-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:05:36.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenner-Benner</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a41784f5463304d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Click to play ScrappinKenna" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a41784f5463304d673d3d0d0a.jpg" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7536362825312432390?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7536362825312432390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7536362825312432390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7536362825312432390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7536362825312432390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/kenner-benner.html' title='Kenner-Benner'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-3539931736393363453</id><published>2008-01-03T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:09:29.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrappin' Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a49784f5449784f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Click to play LuLu" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a49784f5449784f513d3d0d0a.jpg" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-3539931736393363453?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/3539931736393363453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=3539931736393363453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3539931736393363453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/3539931736393363453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/scrappin-belle.html' title='Scrappin&apos; Belle'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-5176476806137817966</id><published>2008-01-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:30:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a41354e6a55794d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Click to play +" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a41354e6a55794d673d3d0d0a.jpg" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-5176476806137817966?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/5176476806137817966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=5176476806137817966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5176476806137817966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5176476806137817966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-scrapbook-its-easy_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-537760856935565563</id><published>2008-01-02T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:21:09.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a45304d7a45784f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="330" alt="Click to play Ruud+Sledding!" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45304d7a45784f513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-537760856935565563?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/537760856935565563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=537760856935565563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/537760856935565563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/537760856935565563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-scrapbook-its-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-8641906721625106869</id><published>2007-12-26T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Air Hockey.  Bring it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MNyKomFxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vmtKeaXPe2w/s1600-h/Air+Hockey+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148473954513852178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MNyKomFxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vmtKeaXPe2w/s320/Air+Hockey+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MNiKomFwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KsqAVElqyL8/s1600-h/Air+Hockey+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, "Santa" brought the family an air-hockey table. What a dang blast! We spent the day having tournaments... There are rules, though. One rule is that the kids are allowed to use 2 hitty-things (What are they called anyway?!) while Tony &amp;amp; I could only use 1. The other rule is that adults have to close their eyes &amp;amp; play blind in 10 second increments. The 3rd rules is that having the lights on is optional.  They are dumb rules... That's why I lost... I mean, how can I compete with the kids in those odds? I'm totally not playing with them anymore... I'm tired of losing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MNBKomFvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mQXxij4dDbg/s1600-h/Air+Hockey+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148473112700262130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MNBKomFvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mQXxij4dDbg/s320/Air+Hockey+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha Ha! Everyone thinks I'm shy... whatever! Now take THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MMwKomFuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/z-tGZqgAdK8/s1600-h/Air+Hockey+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148472820642485986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MMwKomFuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/z-tGZqgAdK8/s320/Air+Hockey+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang, Brielle is better than I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MMd6omFtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Drkh_s8UGIc/s1600-h/Air+Hockey+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148472507109873362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MMd6omFtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Drkh_s8UGIc/s320/Air+Hockey+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Come on, Brielle! Don't let a BOY beat you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MLuqomFsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n4kbGGYXMvo/s1600-h/Air+Hockey+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148471695361054402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MLuqomFsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n4kbGGYXMvo/s320/Air+Hockey+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The midnight air-hockey bash... the tournament to name "King Ruud" of the Air Hockey Table... The favorite gift that Santa brought... Wanna come &amp;amp; challenge? New Years is open for visitors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-8641906721625106869?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/8641906721625106869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=8641906721625106869' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8641906721625106869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/8641906721625106869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2007/12/midnight-air-hockey-bring-it.html' title='Midnight Air Hockey.  Bring it!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R3MNyKomFxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vmtKeaXPe2w/s72-c/Air+Hockey+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2109142805192961218</id><published>2007-12-18T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:10.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub-a-Dub-Dub... My 3 Men in a Tub</title><content type='html'>"uh-mon, Dad!" He says as he takes Tony's hand &amp;amp; leads him to the bathroom.  "Let's pay!  Baff!"  That's "Brigham-ese" for, "Come on, Dad, lets play in the bath!"  Tony's a sucker for Brig's big eyes.  So, what does he do even though it's after 9 pm on a school night?  Tony fills that tub up while Brig hoots in delight!  Tony added bubbles, then turned on the jets &amp;amp; suddenly the tub was now Bubble-land!  You could hear Brig giggling as he covered daddy's face &amp;amp; head in bubbles.  Bridger was feeling left out, so the next thing we know, he comes &amp;amp; jumps in, too!   Maybe next time we'll add swimsuits &amp;amp; get us girls in there as well!  No fair!  We want to "pay in the baff!"  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2g3iaomFpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e3QnFKx7qWA/s1600-h/SantaClausBubbleBaths07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145423638675461778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2g3iaomFpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e3QnFKx7qWA/s200/SantaClausBubbleBaths07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2g3iaomFqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9dmmG8cE7A4/s1600-h/SantaClausBubbleBaths07+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145423638675461794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2g3iaomFqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9dmmG8cE7A4/s200/SantaClausBubbleBaths07+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2g3iqomFrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Z4rjTlF-GJA/s1600-h/SantaClausBubbleBaths07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145423642970429106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2g3iqomFrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Z4rjTlF-GJA/s200/SantaClausBubbleBaths07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-2109142805192961218?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2109142805192961218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2109142805192961218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2109142805192961218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2109142805192961218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2007/12/rub-dub-dub-my-3-men-in-tub.html' title='Rub-a-Dub-Dub... My 3 Men in a Tub'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2g3iaomFpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e3QnFKx7qWA/s72-c/SantaClausBubbleBaths07+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-5729765056954501988</id><published>2007-12-16T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:25:10.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  Santa's Got Me!</title><content type='html'>Santa stopped by our house tonight. Aren't you all jealous?  You'd think we would have heard happy squeals of delight... You'd think we'd hear excited laughing....  You'd think we'd hear whoops of joy... No, apparently not.  All we heard was ear-piercing screaming coming from 19 month old Brig.  He kept calling out "Mom! Dad!" &amp;amp; saying, "No, Santa!"  Of course his camera-happy mother (aren't I great?) just HAD to take advantage of a kodak moment &amp;amp; force him to sit there, anyway.  I'll get him therapy later.  Someday he'll realize this is one guy you DON'T want to be mean to! How hilarious!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2XPwaomFoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/60F7zqFATd0/s1600-h/100_6431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2XPwaomFoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/60F7zqFATd0/s320/100_6431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/1997429007909141234-5729765056954501988?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/5729765056954501988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=5729765056954501988' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5729765056954501988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/5729765056954501988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2007/12/help-santas-got-me.html' title='Help!  Santa&apos;s Got Me!'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R2XPwaomFoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/60F7zqFATd0/s72-c/100_6431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-2124132108395896084</id><published>2007-12-15T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:40:08.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Malls &amp; Mean Drivers...</title><content type='html'>So, Brooklyn, Brikenna, &amp;amp; I went shopping yesterday in the "big city"... LOGAN!  (Hey, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to us!)  This was just the "big girl's" trip... where we could try on clothes &amp;amp; shoes to our heart's content... with no men standing there tapping their toes &amp;amp; scowling at us to hurry up!  No one was there to make us look at dumb boy-things like bench-press bars &amp;amp; 400 pound weights that can squish your foot right off if you accidentally drop them on you.  (Can you tell we are still bitter from the last shopping trip that the boys came on?!?)  We also got to actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sit down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Sizzler to a meal with real metal forks &amp;amp; glass plates instead of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unwrapping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; anything &amp;amp; using a plastic "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" for a utensil...  again, bitterness is sneaking thru... but hey, a girl gets tired of meals that her men just wolf down without even tasting!  So, anywhoo~ we had a nice, lazy day in Logan!  The girls are growing up too fast!  It used to be the toy aisle they spent all day in.  This time it was the cell-phone aisle in middle of the mall!  Did you know you could buy bling for your DOG'S cell phone if you wanted to?  Dang, there are lots of fun stuff out there for a couple of 6th graders to beg for!  We had a great day!  The day would've been perfect, except for the big jerk that backed into us as we were just getting ready to go home.  HIs name is Ryan Dee Busenbar from Preston Idaho, if any of you care... :)  He &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;backed&lt;/span&gt; into us at a red-light, then jumped out of his truck screaming &amp;amp; swearing that I should've got out of his way since the nose of his truck was too far out in the intersection &amp;amp; he was going to get hit!  Hello?  Do I sense mental problems?!?  Good thing the witnesses &amp;amp; cops didn't see it as my fault... Just a stupid, mean man who needs to attend anger management classes, as well as driving school!  I guess we got our fill of a "big" town for the week!  That's enough shopping malls &amp;amp; mean drivers... hoping the roads are clear &amp;amp; the canyons are open so we can do it again next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-2124132108395896084?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/2124132108395896084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=2124132108395896084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2124132108395896084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/2124132108395896084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping-malls-mean-drivers.html' title='Shopping Malls &amp; Mean Drivers...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-7703302075288120455</id><published>2007-12-11T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:26:48.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Eyeballs &amp; Manly Men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Bridger idolizes his Uncle Brian. It has been an on-going story in our family ever since my brother, Keith, had his wedding dinner, so I guess the story actually starts about 9 years ago... So here goes... At Keith's wedding dinner, we went to a wonderful Vietnamese Restaurant for dinner. My brother-in-law, Brian, had served his mission to Hawaii &amp;amp; was in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heaven&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with all these seafood delicacies. One of the courses that was brought out had a big old fish on it, head &amp;amp; all! Well, Brian decides to show off to everyone &amp;amp; SUCKS THE EYEBALL RIGHT OUT OF THE FISH HEAD! You should have seen all the dry-heaving &amp;amp; laughing! Absolutely disgusting, absolutely hilarious, absolutely a cool story for a 9 year old boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Well the day before Thanksgiving, 2007, Bridger, his daddy, &amp;amp; his sister, Brikenna, went fishing &amp;amp; caught some fish. That night, Brian &amp;amp; his family got to our house &amp;amp; Bridger thought it was the perfect opportunity for Brian to PROVE once &amp;amp; for all he actually DID suck an eyeball out of a fish!  Tony grabbed the video camera, Brian grabs hold of a dead &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fish, &amp;amp; sucks that eyeball right out!  You should've heard all the gagging in the background!  My sisters, Jen &amp;amp; Karmen both ran straight for the bathroom because they were seriously gonna barf!  Since it was a bit crowded in there, I just stood with my fingers in my ears, eyes closed, mumbling over &amp;amp; over again,  "Oh, my heck!  Oh, my heck!"  Sure enough, Brian proved his manliness - even swallowed it -  then had to begin taunting Bridger &amp;amp; his cousin, Justin, for them to prove &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;their &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;manliness!  Are you a "Manly- Man? Huh  Huh?!!?"  I tried to download the video to both this site &amp;amp; to YouTube to make a link, but both of them said the file was too big, dang it all!  Anywhoo~ thru-out the video, you can see Bridger laughing, sucking, laughing, gagging, sucking, &amp;amp; trying his dangest to get an eyeball out!  Uncle Brian even decides he should &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scoop &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the eyeball out first to make it easier on Bridger, but that just made the gagging worse!  Justin got his nerve up, did a huge suck, &amp;amp; then proceeds to stick out his tongue &amp;amp; SHOW us the eyeball sitting on his tongue!  Oh, freak!  I was gagging like no other, &amp;amp; Jen &amp;amp; Karmen both ran upstairs so they couldn't hear the noises anymore.  Finally after 10 disgusting minutes of hilarious video, Bridger gets the stupid eyeball sucked out!  While everyone is cheering on his "Manly-Man"-ness, he runs to the sink &amp;amp; throws it up!  Oh, welcome to the Ruuds house for Thanksgiving! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1997429007909141234-7703302075288120455?l=imsoruud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/feeds/7703302075288120455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1997429007909141234&amp;postID=7703302075288120455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7703302075288120455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1997429007909141234/posts/default/7703302075288120455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsoruud.blogspot.com/2007/12/fish-eyeballs-manly-men_11.html' title='Fish Eyeballs &amp; Manly Men...'/><author><name>Ruuddudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249434199601470407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2Z5Oa0Pt0k/R1jVzn2tLdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jSsorLMSu5w/S220/Lake+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1997429007909141234.post-4869175896063080147</id><published>2007-12-09T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:47:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Lazy day in the Ruud's household... Church went great. I had my first Sunday teaching the Relief Society lesson (I'm 2nd counselor) and the Stake Relief Society Presidency had to drop in without notice! Yikes! But the lesson went real well, so it's all good! Tony &amp;amp; Bridger are LOUDLY watching the Patriots play in the family room. Tom Brady is Bridger's current hero and I think he'll continue idolizing him as long as the Patriots keep winning! Brooklyn is freezing, so she is curled up in Brig's "nuggle nuggle" (his camouflage fleece blanket) next to me. I think she wishes I'd hurry and get off the computer so she can e-mail her cousins and friends! Brielle wants cold lunch to take to school tomorrow, so she is irritating us to no end by continually asking "where's the peanut butter?" "where's the bread?" "where's the treats?" Oh, my heck, where's the earplugs?!? Kenna is unusually quiet, which is odd. I wonder where she is and what she's doing... Maybe I should take a minute and check to see that she isn't off lighting matches or eating my candy stash that is hidden next to my bed... Brig is wandering around waving a flyswatter! Just a sec... I have to grab it before he either hits me with it or sucks on it! Okay. I'm back. It's cold and snowy outside, so I think I'll just go curl up with Brooklyn and turn on the fireplace &amp;amp; bribe one of my kids to brush my hair! Aww! 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