<?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-8546312386200729271</id><updated>2012-02-03T12:19:27.187-08:00</updated><category term='Davids Birthday'/><category term='White Chocolate Popcorn Recipe'/><category term='The Pioneer Woman'/><category term='Pictures of the kids'/><category term='Springville photoshop'/><category term='Broke Toe'/><category term='A Rock and a Hard Place'/><category term='Security'/><category term='Finished firepit'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='My Birthday'/><category term='New to the neighborhood...'/><category term='Jon&apos;s birthday'/><category term='Best Spring Day'/><category term='St. Patricks Day'/><category term='Stinkin cold'/><category term='Ali and the comb'/><category term='Sunrise'/><category term='So Glad When Daddy Comes Home'/><category term='Springville'/><category term='A Little More...Time.'/><category term='Gages Birthday'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='March 2008'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Here comes the sun'/><category term='New Years Resolution'/><category term='Spring Spring Spring'/><title type='text'>Team Tucker!</title><subtitle type='html'>Give me patience to deal with my blessings...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957128414336562939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55a2YCzKKfY/TXaw_fvWKzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Wf8g99BbHk8/s220/IMGP9904b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>389</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-9039927051350998715</id><published>2012-02-01T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:47:39.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dirt-Bikin Little Techy...</title><content type='html'>Gage was given the assignment last week to put together a presentation for his class telling them a little more about himself.&amp;nbsp; He was supposed to use technology as much as he could- in the form of power point, video or photo's.&amp;nbsp; Gage chose all of the above.&amp;nbsp; I tried to download it here, and it wouldn't work, so I put it on you tube- here's the link!&amp;nbsp; Let him know what you think!&amp;nbsp; (All I did was put the song on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS3JoUg3_yU&amp;amp;feature=youtu.be"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS3JoUg3_yU&amp;amp;feature=youtu.be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YbP1OR6iIM/Tyn5NbB8ZkI/AAAAAAAACKk/67RsAsWqXOE/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YbP1OR6iIM/Tyn5NbB8ZkI/AAAAAAAACKk/67RsAsWqXOE/s640/DSC_0009.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signaturebirds.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/signaturebirds.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-9039927051350998715?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9039927051350998715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=9039927051350998715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9039927051350998715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9039927051350998715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-dirt-bikin-little-techy.html' title='My Dirt-Bikin Little Techy...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YbP1OR6iIM/Tyn5NbB8ZkI/AAAAAAAACKk/67RsAsWqXOE/s72-c/DSC_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-9164499856887768022</id><published>2012-01-25T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:45:43.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter...blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrVZAmlF8pE/TyCs-PY18hI/AAAAAAAACJM/84xUZ6gCPoA/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrVZAmlF8pE/TyCs-PY18hI/AAAAAAAACJM/84xUZ6gCPoA/s640/DSC_0002.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7QCGw3ATOg/TyCtSBl6vNI/AAAAAAAACJc/JG7Amm03Gr8/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7QCGw3ATOg/TyCtSBl6vNI/AAAAAAAACJc/JG7Amm03Gr8/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-742D-2ZM/TyCtczhb1CI/AAAAAAAACJk/LZJtsoiZA88/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-742D-2ZM/TyCtczhb1CI/AAAAAAAACJk/LZJtsoiZA88/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Winter goes by so slowly here!&amp;nbsp; Vernal is so much more fun (bearable) in the summer time!&amp;nbsp; I miss the sun, not just for it's warmth, but I miss the pretty warm light and the green!&amp;nbsp; I want to take some prettier pictures- of my kids and my family- I'm still not taking much of others right now- still don't know for sure if I will continue to do it, BUT I really miss summer! &lt;br /&gt;We took advantage of our family pass to the rec center the other day- geez- I pay monthly for that thing, you'd think I could get there more often!&amp;nbsp; The kids had fun though- playing in the pool- I did a little exercising and watched them for a little while- without getting in the pool myself!&lt;br /&gt;I did get to take pictures of my bff's new GRAND baby!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe Barb is old enough to be a grandma!&amp;nbsp; It's fun to have a baby to love on!&amp;nbsp; We only got a few pictures yesterday- so I'll have to go back and try for a few more-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76OcfwuiIL4/TyCvYzIQVzI/AAAAAAAACJs/jHOrhxggGSo/s1600/bkln3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76OcfwuiIL4/TyCvYzIQVzI/AAAAAAAACJs/jHOrhxggGSo/s640/bkln3.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Newborn pictures are NOT easy!&amp;nbsp; I love doing them cause you can't take a bad picture of a baby- but getting them to sleep, keeping them asleep, feeding them, posing them against their will- sometimes it takes FOR-E-VER... but again- I love doing newborn pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Normally I don't take the time to read the articles people link to, but I was glad I read this one... made me feel better.  I'll shorten it a bit to keep the attention spans there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm out with my kids -- this seems to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older woman stops us, puts her hand over her heart and says something like, "Oh, Enjoy every moment. This time goes by so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, someone is telling me to seize the moment, raise my awareness, be happy, enjoy every second, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this message is right and good. But, I have finally allowed myself to admit that it just doesn't work for me. It bugs me. This CARPE DIEM message makes me paranoid and panicky. Especially during this phase of my life - while I'm raising young kids. Being told, in a million different ways to CARPE DIEM makes me worry that if I'm not in a constant state of intense gratitude and ecstasy, I'm doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think parenting young children (and old ones, I've heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they've heard there's magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it's hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I think that if there were people stationed, say, every thirty feet along Mount Everest yelling to the climbers -- "ARE YOU ENJOYING YOURSELF!? IF NOT, YOU SHOULD BE! ONE DAY YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU DIDN'T!" TRUST US!! IT'LL BE OVER TOO SOON! CARPE DIEM!" -- those well-meaning, nostalgic cheerleaders might be physically thrown from the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I'm not suggesting that the sweet old ladies who tell me to ENJOY MYSELF be thrown from a mountain. These are wonderful ladies. Monkees, probably. But last week, a woman approached me in the Target line and said the following: "Sugar, I hope you are enjoying this. I loved every single second of parenting my two girls. Every single moment. These days go by so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that particular moment, Amma had arranged one of the new bras I was buying on top of her sweater and was sucking a lollipop that she must have found on the ground. She also had three shop-lifted clip-on neon feathers stuck in her hair. She looked exactly like a contestant from Toddlers and Tiaras. I couldn't find Chase anywhere, and Tish was grabbing the pen on the credit card swiper thing WHILE the woman in front of me was trying to use it. And so I just looked at the woman, smiled and said, "Thank you. Yes. Me too. I am enjoying every single moment. Especially this one. Yes. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not exactly what I wanted to say, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a famous writer who, when asked if he loved writing, replied, "No. but I love having written." What I wanted to say to this sweet woman was, "Are you sure? Are you sure you don't mean you love having parented?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having written. And I love having parented. My favorite part of each day is when the kids are put to sleep (to bed) and Craig and I sink into the couch to watch some quality TV, like Celebrity Wife Swap, and congratulate each other on a job well done. Or a job done, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I used to worry that not only was I failing to do a good enough job at parenting, but that I wasn't enjoying it enough. Double failure. I felt guilty because I wasn't in parental ecstasy every hour of every day and I wasn't MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY MOMENT like the mamas in the parenting magazines seemed to be doing. I felt guilty because honestly, I was tired and cranky and ready for the day to be over quite often. And because I knew that one day, I'd wake up and the kids would be gone, and I'd be the old lady in the grocery store with my hand over my heart. Would I be able to say I enjoyed every moment? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact remains that I will be that nostalgic lady. I just hope to be one with a clear memory. And here's what I hope to say to the younger mama gritting her teeth in line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's helluva hard, isn't it? You're a good mom, I can tell. And I like your kids, especially that one peeing in the corner. She's my favorite. Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime." And hopefully, every once in a while, I'll add -- "Let me pick up that grocery bill for ya, sister. Go put those kids in the van and pull on up -- I'll have them bring your groceries out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Clearly, Carpe Diem doesn't work for me. I can't even carpe fifteen minutes in a row, so a whole diem is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Glennon Melton: Blogger- Momastery&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the whole article, go to this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/dont-carpe-diem_b_1206346.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/dont-carpe-diem_b_1206346.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh, but also made me stop and think.  My kids are the center of my world right now.  I cuss them when they're around and miss them when they're not.  I have extreme guilt issues going to work, but I know without my job I'd probably go crazy!  (I really envy you women who can stay home all the time!)  Being a mom is the hardest work I've ever done, and the most enjoyable time I've ever had as well, but I'm like her- I don't enjoy every minute... this morning being a perfect example.  When my kids don't get enough sleep at night, they can be really difficult in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are words to live by though- and has kind of always been my attitude!  Say it like it is- no sugar coating, no facades. It's not easy- it's not always fun- but maybe one day I will be the old lady in the grocery store with her hand over her heart! (Probably dying from a clogged artery, the stress of those rotten kids sending me to my grave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked it as much as I did!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signaturebirds.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/signaturebirds.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1579014393958073463?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1579014393958073463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1579014393958073463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1579014393958073463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1579014393958073463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8208995800673587835</id><published>2012-01-15T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:56:23.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What I Get...</title><content type='html'>So- just as a disclaimer- I am absolutely grateful that Jon stays home with the kids on Saturdays.  I'm lucky that I'm able to work that day and not have to worry whether the kids are taken care of or not.  BUT... unless the kids are up and at em' before I have to go- Ali's hair does not get done.  Lately she's been really obsessed with acting, looking, talking etc. like a teenager.  Lord help us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I get- note to self... get Ali's hair done before work and HIDE THE MAKE UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtpavQecr9A/TxNLFyBmW7I/AAAAAAAACI8/Zb51gUOd_5g/s1600/AliMadeUp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtpavQecr9A/TxNLFyBmW7I/AAAAAAAACI8/Zb51gUOd_5g/s640/AliMadeUp.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signaturebirds.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/signaturebirds.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8208995800673587835?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8208995800673587835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8208995800673587835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8208995800673587835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8208995800673587835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-what-i-get.html' title='This Is What I Get...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtpavQecr9A/TxNLFyBmW7I/AAAAAAAACI8/Zb51gUOd_5g/s72-c/AliMadeUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7676007383982136102</id><published>2012-01-13T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:46:18.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Funny...</title><content type='html'>I posted this on Facebook- but since I can't "print" facebook, I thought I'd better post it here for posterity... Gage is such a stud-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Tom Petty song- "Free-Fallin'" it says:&lt;br /&gt;"She's a good girl, loves her mama, loves Jesus, and America too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gage's version: "She's a good girl, loves her mama, loves CHEESE-ITS, and America too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty disappointed when he realized he'd been singing it wrong the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to forget that one...it's a first date story for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7676007383982136102?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7676007383982136102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7676007383982136102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7676007383982136102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7676007383982136102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-funny.html' title='Quick Funny...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957128414336562939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55a2YCzKKfY/TXaw_fvWKzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Wf8g99BbHk8/s220/IMGP9904b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8854769155709354379</id><published>2012-01-12T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:55:46.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Better...</title><content type='html'>I have the opportunity, once a month to give the lesson in Relief Society.&amp;nbsp; I love my calling.&amp;nbsp; Not because it's only once a month, but because I learn more than anyone else I'm sure!&amp;nbsp; I may not be the best teacher, but I love the things I learn and as long as the women put up with me, I'll keep it up!&amp;nbsp; This year we're studying the life and teachings of President George Albert Smith.&amp;nbsp; I am already really impressed with this man!&amp;nbsp; He has a personal creed- and if you haven't read the first lesson in the manual you really should!&amp;nbsp; I first started my personal creed- or "mission-statement" as I called it, 3 years ago... it started with "A little more effort, a little more follow through" and I still say that in my head all the time- but it evolved when I heard the quote from President Hinckley, "Try a little harder to be a little better."&amp;nbsp; I love that- it sums up everything I'm working towards.&amp;nbsp; It also fits perfectly with G.A. Smiths "platform" if you will- that we need to try harder to stick out as a peculiar people... in a good way of course...&amp;nbsp; this is the magnet I had made for the ladies who were there on Sunday- I have some extra if anyone wants one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJr1_ez-ax0/Tw-pRydZUDI/AAAAAAAACI0/o3S2fklyli4/s1600/2x3.5+Magnet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJr1_ez-ax0/Tw-pRydZUDI/AAAAAAAACI0/o3S2fklyli4/s400/2x3.5+Magnet.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So- once again, instead of a resolution- I'm making a commitment- to try harder to be better this year. &amp;nbsp; There are so many things that I can work on- for instance, being kinder (less sarcastic) being more sincere, being less critical of myself and others, being more consistent, more patient, more prepared and happier.&amp;nbsp; Just a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8854769155709354379?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8854769155709354379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8854769155709354379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8854769155709354379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8854769155709354379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-better.html' title='A Little Better...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJr1_ez-ax0/Tw-pRydZUDI/AAAAAAAACI0/o3S2fklyli4/s72-c/2x3.5+Magnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8573185033198864150</id><published>2012-01-10T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:47:13.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Priss...</title><content type='html'>So I was feeling a little overwhelmed during the Christmas season.  I'd done a few sessions, but it seemed like I was always in a hurry to get it all done, and with the computer stress I had, I was ready for a photography hiatus. I figured I would give it the month of January and just get my priorities straight again.  Well, I made it to the 7th!  I NEEDED to take more pictures!  I begged Gage to go outside with me and let me take just a few pictures of him!  He would have done it too- but he would have been angry in every single one of them!  I just got lucky though, looking outside seeing that my daughter and her bff were looking for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot quite a few- but I'm using them to practice all the new things I'm learning in photoshop. One of these days I'll take a class and maybe I'll have to learn the correct way to do all that I do- but I'm having so much fun!  I've become quite the photoshop junkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6eedUvPrAg/TwxqvUh3JUI/AAAAAAAACIE/ZEFMU2I8lLw/s1600/Ali1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6eedUvPrAg/TwxqvUh3JUI/AAAAAAAACIE/ZEFMU2I8lLw/s640/Ali1.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVDiNrgqT2I/Twxq2RdYkII/AAAAAAAACIM/6SqUp58qPGM/s1600/Ali2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVDiNrgqT2I/Twxq2RdYkII/AAAAAAAACIM/6SqUp58qPGM/s640/Ali2.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwaEKucjz6s/TwxrEQkPpsI/AAAAAAAACIc/H9BzHx4zn-E/s1600/Ali7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwaEKucjz6s/TwxrEQkPpsI/AAAAAAAACIc/H9BzHx4zn-E/s640/Ali7.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNLtdXxOxKE/TwxrMd_R2XI/AAAAAAAACIk/rnN6jhmtYIQ/s1600/Ali8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNLtdXxOxKE/TwxrMd_R2XI/AAAAAAAACIk/rnN6jhmtYIQ/s640/Ali8.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqDZfzfmCPA/TwxrQf1yXAI/AAAAAAAACIs/koAo5kis04I/s1600/Ali11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqDZfzfmCPA/TwxrQf1yXAI/AAAAAAAACIs/koAo5kis04I/s640/Ali11.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8573185033198864150?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8573185033198864150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8573185033198864150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8573185033198864150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8573185033198864150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss-priss.html' title='Miss Priss...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6eedUvPrAg/TwxqvUh3JUI/AAAAAAAACIE/ZEFMU2I8lLw/s72-c/Ali1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7119932073870397755</id><published>2012-01-07T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:31:14.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...</title><content type='html'>Honestly, the way this computer is, it's fortunate that I've had my blog!  I have lost so many pictures over the past couple of years, so I'm not going to miss an opportunity to get them on here!  These are a few from Christmas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sC-Mc7Cl7tQ/TwjrQsKlowI/AAAAAAAACGE/NQ3JXs4R62U/s1600/DSC_0089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sC-Mc7Cl7tQ/TwjrQsKlowI/AAAAAAAACGE/NQ3JXs4R62U/s640/DSC_0089.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve- Gage and Ali get to open one present...they caught on a lot quicker than I did as a child... It' always jammies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5M63VJxBG40/TwjrZT_mRKI/AAAAAAAACGM/6uF1e0uDp9E/s1600/DSC_0090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5M63VJxBG40/TwjrZT_mRKI/AAAAAAAACGM/6uF1e0uDp9E/s640/DSC_0090.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cse4ui3b5Og/Twjr06wpgHI/AAAAAAAACGk/P6qu6ZtVb-4/s1600/DSC_0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cse4ui3b5Og/Twjr06wpgHI/AAAAAAAACGk/P6qu6ZtVb-4/s640/DSC_0110.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids got sleeping bags from Grandma Anah- they had a blast playing on the stairs-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWgBFewmiqg/TwjrtFD_FMI/AAAAAAAACGc/UJbRlSZ9qac/s1600/DSC_0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWgBFewmiqg/TwjrtFD_FMI/AAAAAAAACGc/UJbRlSZ9qac/s640/DSC_0106.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skeJSMZkXkM/Twjrk0RTLDI/AAAAAAAACGU/nqUN0VVUBDY/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skeJSMZkXkM/Twjrk0RTLDI/AAAAAAAACGU/nqUN0VVUBDY/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was one of my Christmas presents from Jon- while I spent the day working Christmas eve, Jon spent the day tiling my backsplash- it's 3/4 done in this picture- it looks even better now that it's finished!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVVoIhA19nQ/Twjtgz6cluI/AAAAAAAACGs/_S19v_yrFQ0/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVVoIhA19nQ/Twjtgz6cluI/AAAAAAAACGs/_S19v_yrFQ0/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning- the torture at the top of the stairs.&amp;nbsp; They had to wait till I could get a picture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWh-VuWWWwI/TwjuVJaQE0I/AAAAAAAACG0/AcWHwxdxW2s/s1600/DSC_0119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWh-VuWWWwI/TwjuVJaQE0I/AAAAAAAACG0/AcWHwxdxW2s/s640/DSC_0119.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lChH61i5qCg/TwjudCTyDsI/AAAAAAAACG8/LfrDyLCyPlE/s1600/DSC_0121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lChH61i5qCg/TwjudCTyDsI/AAAAAAAACG8/LfrDyLCyPlE/s640/DSC_0121.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUm6ZIUg4vE/TwjumE2niYI/AAAAAAAACHE/bYhnv0LWE9E/s1600/DSC_0130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUm6ZIUg4vE/TwjumE2niYI/AAAAAAAACHE/bYhnv0LWE9E/s640/DSC_0130.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a stress ball that says Mother-in-Law!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDHp77uaMnU/TwjuuPEjFBI/AAAAAAAACHM/ujAJmXfoZYI/s1600/DSC_0132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDHp77uaMnU/TwjuuPEjFBI/AAAAAAAACHM/ujAJmXfoZYI/s640/DSC_0132.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DlG0GiavmgA/Twju6KxY0KI/AAAAAAAACHU/a1pumVTEdX4/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DlG0GiavmgA/Twju6KxY0KI/AAAAAAAACHU/a1pumVTEdX4/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8cYM22Ts3c/TwjvHa6cYHI/AAAAAAAACHc/R0_3GIL215A/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8cYM22Ts3c/TwjvHa6cYHI/AAAAAAAACHc/R0_3GIL215A/s400/DSC_0154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFRBF_hmYwo/TwjvUPFipwI/AAAAAAAACHk/5QJU5iFK85A/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFRBF_hmYwo/TwjvUPFipwI/AAAAAAAACHk/5QJU5iFK85A/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a story behind this picture- Gage "made" this necklace for Jon.&amp;nbsp; He got it out of a quarter machine at Wal Mart, but was so excited to color it blue and give it to Jon- it's a "Cowboys" necklace!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAs4WwkreZw/TwjvoRZAVaI/AAAAAAAACH0/22CkuodoBco/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAs4WwkreZw/TwjvoRZAVaI/AAAAAAAACH0/22CkuodoBco/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is the gift Ali gave me...she clipped all of the coupons, put them in a box and wrapped it all up!&amp;nbsp; What a gal!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKzB9rAVZ0E/Twjvb6_3XpI/AAAAAAAACHs/I-CBBG3hu8c/s1600/DSC_0162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKzB9rAVZ0E/Twjvb6_3XpI/AAAAAAAACHs/I-CBBG3hu8c/s640/DSC_0162.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW3J_rlwkZY/Twjvxmqn5cI/AAAAAAAACH8/4dIsGW7Cdtw/s1600/DSC_0166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW3J_rlwkZY/Twjvxmqn5cI/AAAAAAAACH8/4dIsGW7Cdtw/s640/DSC_0166.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that they were so excited.&amp;nbsp; There won't be many more years of this, and I know that...it's fun to see them so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7119932073870397755?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7119932073870397755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7119932073870397755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7119932073870397755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7119932073870397755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sC-Mc7Cl7tQ/TwjrQsKlowI/AAAAAAAACGE/NQ3JXs4R62U/s72-c/DSC_0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-5568959320120252914</id><published>2011-12-30T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:10:56.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Recap...</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's over!  I mean...wow!  Can you believe Christmas has come and gone already?  It really didn't &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like Christmas much, what with the lack of snow and the excess of work. The stress was there though!&amp;nbsp; I say it every year, but I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;I need to be more organized.&amp;nbsp; I know I need to prepare early, and if I were really smart, saving a bit of money- or shopping early would really help out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is putting the finishing touches today on one of my Christmas presents.&amp;nbsp; He put glass tile up the wall of my back splash in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; It looks so amazing!&amp;nbsp; It's a totally new kitchen!&amp;nbsp; In the process he's had to pull out the oven, so I was able to clean it off- part of my spring cleaning is checked off the list!&amp;nbsp; It really just makes me want to start doing the rest! (And then I think about all the laundry, bedrooms and dusting that needs to be done as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon also gave me a steam and sweep vacuum.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't very happy about it either.&amp;nbsp; He thinks it's a bad present to give your wife for Christmas, but I asked for it!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE it!&amp;nbsp; I have a little of my mothers blood in me...OK, a lot... and all of my Christmas decorations SPARKLE!&amp;nbsp; In other words- I have glitter EVERYWHERE!&amp;nbsp; The steam and sweep is the only thing that picks it up!&amp;nbsp; And whatever it doesn't pick up it sanitizes, so even the left over sparkles are clean!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were extremely spoiled, Ali got a kereoke machine- for some reason I thought it was a &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;idea. She doesn't read very fast and she likes to put her mouth directly on the microphone- so the NOISE that comes out is something I'm developing more patience for!&amp;nbsp; They both got video games and enough board games to keep us playing for the rest of the year!&amp;nbsp; Ali's La-la-Loopsy doll Santa gave her has definitely been a hit, and Gage has already been snow(dirt)boarding.&amp;nbsp; He's not been as glued to the video games as I thought he'd be- thank heavens!&amp;nbsp; I'm just glad he got some stuff he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees are down, the Christmas is nearly cleaned up and I'm ready to get on to spring!&amp;nbsp; We haven't had any snow yet, so why start now?&amp;nbsp; Lets just skip it all together.&amp;nbsp; Pictures to come- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-5568959320120252914?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5568959320120252914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=5568959320120252914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5568959320120252914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5568959320120252914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-recap.html' title='Quick Recap...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7545710350684732987</id><published>2011-12-17T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:36:24.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Real" Santa...</title><content type='html'>My kids haven't been what you would call "well behaved" lately.  So imagine my surprise when Ali told me she really wanted to go see him at my work today.  Gage was smart enough to want to avoid being put on the spot, but went anyway- totally unconvinced that this "Santa" was the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; Santa.  I kept telling him it would be the real one- but he had to see it to believe it!&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7AoF4a6MC8/Tu16J-JO3kI/AAAAAAAACCw/eXt7cNTfwb8/s1600/Ali%2526Santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7AoF4a6MC8/Tu16J-JO3kI/AAAAAAAACCw/eXt7cNTfwb8/s640/Ali%2526Santa.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehI7p3USscs/Tu16Qgaj4xI/AAAAAAAACC4/WE0VDJX7Jl4/s1600/Gage%2526Santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehI7p3USscs/Tu16Qgaj4xI/AAAAAAAACC4/WE0VDJX7Jl4/s640/Gage%2526Santa.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa even told Gage he needed to work on his bedroom!&amp;nbsp; We had just been talking about his hideous room that morning!&amp;nbsp; Santa IS watching! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7545710350684732987?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7545710350684732987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7545710350684732987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7545710350684732987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7545710350684732987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/12/real-santa.html' title='The &quot;Real&quot; Santa...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7AoF4a6MC8/Tu16J-JO3kI/AAAAAAAACCw/eXt7cNTfwb8/s72-c/Ali%2526Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-115279834073932270</id><published>2011-12-13T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:31:03.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Grateful...</title><content type='html'>It hasn't been the best week so far.&amp;nbsp; Not that I'm being pessimistic or anything, it's just been a tough one!&amp;nbsp; Ali has had a cough now for over 6 weeks.&amp;nbsp; It's an on again off again dry hack that hit's a nerve in my brain every time she let's loose.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could say I was a more patient and compassionate mom, but if you heard one of her fits, maybe you'd understand.&amp;nbsp; It just sounded to me like she was pushing it- whether for attention, to get out of going to bed- whatever, it didn't sound real.&amp;nbsp; It drove me crazy. I had taken her in to the pediatrician about 3 weeks ago, was told she had allergies and was given a cocktail of OTC allergy meds to try on her.&amp;nbsp; It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovuhMLZxD_U/Tug0C0lQNlI/AAAAAAAACCc/PaNjsZeGK28/s1600/DSC_0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovuhMLZxD_U/Tug0C0lQNlI/AAAAAAAACCc/PaNjsZeGK28/s640/DSC_0079.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I sent her to school and not an hour later she was on the phone with me saying the teacher said I have to bring her a cough drop.&amp;nbsp; I was on my way to work and a round trip to her school and back is literally 30 minutes, so I decided I'd just take her to the doctor while I was at it.&amp;nbsp; Here's where I began to realize the blessings... we spoke with a different doctor...his name is Dr. Kwak.&amp;nbsp; Really!&amp;nbsp; First off, he walked in the door, shook my hand and introduced himself, and then pronounced AliAnah correctly the FIRST time.&amp;nbsp; His bedside manner was amazing- exactly what you'd picture the perfect pediatrician to act like.&amp;nbsp; He told me his background, he was actually an asthma specialist at Primary Childrens Hospital before he moved here, and said he was worried about Ali's cough.&amp;nbsp; Within 5 minutes Ali was diagnosed with walking pneumonia, given a prescription for antibiotics and albuterol and we were sent on our way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6 weeks of this!&amp;nbsp; My poor little girl only needed an antibiotic?&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful for Dr. Kwak- but he's ruined me.&amp;nbsp; I can never go to another doctor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know she was sick.&amp;nbsp; She's completely normal except for a cough.&amp;nbsp; She's doing much better and I couldn't be happier to send her back to school tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; But I sit here- so grateful for the medicine, and the doctors we have today-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched White Christmas last night...and instead of feeling the Christmas feeling I normally feel when I watch it, the part that stood out to me most was the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are worried and you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings instead of sheep&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll go to sleep, counting your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing that tonight.&amp;nbsp; I love this little family of mine, and I'm so grateful we'll all be healthy to celebrate Christmas together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-115279834073932270?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/115279834073932270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=115279834073932270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/115279834073932270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/115279834073932270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-grateful.html' title='So Grateful...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovuhMLZxD_U/Tug0C0lQNlI/AAAAAAAACCc/PaNjsZeGK28/s72-c/DSC_0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2226216130191990006</id><published>2011-12-10T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:56:00.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It LOOKS like Christmas...inside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4XO22N2ku0/TuRRSurlA-I/AAAAAAAACBk/H0cr0-CFL94/s1600/DSC_0873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4XO22N2ku0/TuRRSurlA-I/AAAAAAAACBk/H0cr0-CFL94/s640/DSC_0873.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My holiday "bokeh" shot!&amp;nbsp; That's just photographer talk for "out-of-focus lights!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgB75R9ko0g/TuRRyQl_ReI/AAAAAAAACCE/xgAdaHZd7ks/s1600/DSC_0908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgB75R9ko0g/TuRRyQl_ReI/AAAAAAAACCE/xgAdaHZd7ks/s400/DSC_0908.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Christmas countdown ornament.&amp;nbsp; This wasn't the best idea ever...my kids don't stop reminding us how much time is left!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I vowed to have a better attitude about Christmas this year.&amp;nbsp; I've spent the past few years down and out and caught up in the stress of the season.&amp;nbsp; Christmas started early this year for me, we started decorating the Charity Tree in October!&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad I didn't get sick of it then!&amp;nbsp; The tree was so pretty too!&amp;nbsp; I decorated the tree at work, and two trees at my own house...and I'm still going strong!&amp;nbsp; I only have a few more things to get- but the kids and most of Jon's Christmas is DONE!&amp;nbsp; It's nice to have a few less things to stress about!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr-ZzSH2bC0/TuRSGJVW6JI/AAAAAAAACCU/LQiRmAd4HW0/s1600/DSC_0912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr-ZzSH2bC0/TuRSGJVW6JI/AAAAAAAACCU/LQiRmAd4HW0/s400/DSC_0912.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the "kid tree." I wasn't going to put one in the family room this year, but when I scored a SECOND tree for FREE!!!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't resist!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do have anything to stress about it's getting everyone's pictures to them in time to do Christmas cards!&amp;nbsp; I am behind a couple sessions, and I haven't had time to get my OWN done yet!&amp;nbsp; (I had taken a few earlier in the year...but they were casualties of another lost hard drive!)&amp;nbsp; But so far, it's still fun- I'm enjoying the work I'm doing and it's SO nice to have the extra Christmas money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4bwXw08XKRQ/TuRRjk7rOeI/AAAAAAAACB0/_RM9ZNfp44s/s1600/DSC_0888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4bwXw08XKRQ/TuRRjk7rOeI/AAAAAAAACB0/_RM9ZNfp44s/s400/DSC_0888.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is part of my new "fancy" tree in the living room.&amp;nbsp; You can actually see it from the front of my house now!&amp;nbsp; YAY!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HNcJdwL_vU/TuRRatsdavI/AAAAAAAACBs/5v_qL5gX0Ek/s1600/DSC_0876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HNcJdwL_vU/TuRRatsdavI/AAAAAAAACBs/5v_qL5gX0Ek/s320/DSC_0876.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to make a quick trip to Provo with my friend Kandie.&amp;nbsp; We had lunch with Kayla and Melissa- nothing better than catching up with my cute bff's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q_3IylfCSU/TuRRqQX0aII/AAAAAAAACB8/-FiTnWewaVE/s1600/DSC_0901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q_3IylfCSU/TuRRqQX0aII/AAAAAAAACB8/-FiTnWewaVE/s400/DSC_0901.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My front window... each one of those light have to be turned on and off!&amp;nbsp; Jon said he wouldn't do it after he did it once...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's OK, it's totally worth it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next project is updating the blog- I'm really tired of the fall look!&amp;nbsp; Ready to "spruce" it up for Christmas!&amp;nbsp; Don't worry too much mom!&amp;nbsp; I'll do my best to get yours done too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2226216130191990006?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2226216130191990006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2226216130191990006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2226216130191990006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2226216130191990006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-looks-like-christmasinside.html' title='It LOOKS like Christmas...inside!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4XO22N2ku0/TuRRSurlA-I/AAAAAAAACBk/H0cr0-CFL94/s72-c/DSC_0873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4760425589503131593</id><published>2011-11-30T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:39:31.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree's for Charity...</title><content type='html'>Last year at work we starting donating a decorated tree to the "Tree's for Charity" here in Vernal.&amp;nbsp; We get to pick our own Charity and the tree's are auctioned off and the money goes to that charity.&amp;nbsp; Last year we had the most original and different tree- I posted pictures...it had elk figures on it, and the colors were so different from traditional.&amp;nbsp; It went over well- and we started a new tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhEPdCjuOM8/Ttcc4gLip4I/AAAAAAAAB-0/0Z1Ls0Zq_lA/s1600/DSC_0604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhEPdCjuOM8/Ttcc4gLip4I/AAAAAAAAB-0/0Z1Ls0Zq_lA/s400/DSC_0604.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year our tree followed suit.&amp;nbsp; Why mess too much with a good thing right?&amp;nbsp; It was gorgeous once again!&amp;nbsp; The bar was raised though, and this years competitions was a lot harder.&amp;nbsp; Ours sold for 3500 dollars- not too shabby!&amp;nbsp; I loved it- and the girls at work and I put a ton of work into it!&amp;nbsp; I have some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Rgb99yPDE/Ttcdtz_oFSI/AAAAAAAAB_s/YlSvjdw5Plk/s1600/DSC_0624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Rgb99yPDE/Ttcdtz_oFSI/AAAAAAAAB_s/YlSvjdw5Plk/s400/DSC_0624.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pb8_A7g_tRc/TtcdmsuhYYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/-Q4woMi9O84/s1600/DSC_0622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pb8_A7g_tRc/TtcdmsuhYYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/-Q4woMi9O84/s400/DSC_0622.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTglVNHc-RE/TtcdgpSQUGI/AAAAAAAAB_c/W-XcwDAueFs/s1600/DSC_0619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTglVNHc-RE/TtcdgpSQUGI/AAAAAAAAB_c/W-XcwDAueFs/s400/DSC_0619.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTVyCxdwynw/TtcdYwGYrPI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2GzR2VkewP4/s1600/DSC_0617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTVyCxdwynw/TtcdYwGYrPI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2GzR2VkewP4/s400/DSC_0617.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNFVVzYSQz8/TtcdSaSSeiI/AAAAAAAAB_M/RIa_YtFJkgU/s1600/DSC_0609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNFVVzYSQz8/TtcdSaSSeiI/AAAAAAAAB_M/RIa_YtFJkgU/s400/DSC_0609.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pEa8a8gY_g/TtcdHZD-PjI/AAAAAAAAB_E/7yikMjVfzuE/s1600/DSC_0607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pEa8a8gY_g/TtcdHZD-PjI/AAAAAAAAB_E/7yikMjVfzuE/s400/DSC_0607.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4OSw9JzW4w/TtcdAr9j8KI/AAAAAAAAB-8/0v54-RlSzS4/s1600/DSC_0606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4OSw9JzW4w/TtcdAr9j8KI/AAAAAAAAB-8/0v54-RlSzS4/s400/DSC_0606.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really happy with the results, and our charity was a woman who recently found out she had breast cancer at the same time her husband lost his job- they have no insurance and they've struggled.&amp;nbsp; I only wish we could have done more!&amp;nbsp; One of my friends here in town has a daughter that was born extremely pre-mature and has had problems since.&amp;nbsp; Her tree raised over 7000 dollars they are planning to use for her brail.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited for them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernal is a pretty amazing town this time of year.&amp;nbsp; "Holly Days" is always Black Friday.&amp;nbsp; I've never experienced much of it but the evening of.&amp;nbsp; They had free rides for the kids, free hot chocolate, cotton candy and popcorn.&amp;nbsp; There were great big fire troughs that you could just warm up next to, or they had marshmallows and sticks you could use as well.&amp;nbsp; My favorite part is the roasted chesnuts, and they were giving them out by the handful this year!&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; We let the kids do a few rides, but didn't stay for the kereoke this year... I could have stayed all night, but the kids were cold and tired... the kids meaning Jon.&amp;nbsp; It's my yearly reminder that living in Vernal isn't so bad.&amp;nbsp; Sometime MY family is going to have to come and experience it!&amp;nbsp; I know you'd all love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4760425589503131593?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4760425589503131593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4760425589503131593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4760425589503131593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4760425589503131593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/11/trees-for-charity.html' title='Tree&apos;s for Charity...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhEPdCjuOM8/Ttcc4gLip4I/AAAAAAAAB-0/0Z1Ls0Zq_lA/s72-c/DSC_0604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-754501526340369753</id><published>2011-11-24T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:23:36.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday...</title><content type='html'>I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried all day to have a brighter, better attitude about the upcoming event, but I can't.&amp;nbsp; I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's great for some people, but this person would rather pay more or go without than to brave the crowd brought on by this sale day.&amp;nbsp; I don't even love shopping.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind it when I can spend money- but when that's the case, I don't care about a sale.&amp;nbsp; That's just how irresponsible I am I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worse in my mind than people fighting over something, or competitively guarding their finds.&amp;nbsp; My competitive personality comes out and I find myself loathing others I don't even know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the conundrum.&amp;nbsp; I've got to change my attitude by tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I have to be at work at 7am so I can deal with our share of early birds.&amp;nbsp; It's that yearly obligation that makes it hard to love my job as much as I usually do.&amp;nbsp; People can be quite interesting during a sale.&amp;nbsp; This will make my 11th Black Friday at work.&amp;nbsp; Eleven years and I've dreaded this day every time it comes around.&amp;nbsp; I'll be doing my best to change the attitude as I sleep tonight...wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a brave shopper...I'm wishing you luck as well.&amp;nbsp; After seeing what I saw tonight- the parking lot at WalMart COMPLETELY full- I don't envy anyone- nor do I envy the deal they may be getting.&amp;nbsp; Good luck, and may the force be with you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-754501526340369753?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/754501526340369753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=754501526340369753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/754501526340369753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/754501526340369753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-6602292111734338862</id><published>2011-11-06T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:34:54.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Running!</title><content type='html'>I am so lucky to say, I am once again up and running!  I am entertained into the wee hours of the morning- posting, pinning, editing, googling and facebooking!  Most of all, I'm getting caught up on all the pictures I owe people!  Not having a computer made me feel like my right arm was cut off!  Thanks to my mom for letting me borrow hers till I figure it all out!  Now I won't be able to settle for less than CS4 though!  I'm having so much fun!  I thought I'd catch up visually as well, these are a few photos I had been meaning to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wT59MqADxIQ/TrdsNFtCb0I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/DGkQbNJ6aOo/s1600/Dotson+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wT59MqADxIQ/TrdsNFtCb0I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/DGkQbNJ6aOo/s400/Dotson+076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flowers Jon sent me for our anniversary.&amp;nbsp; 12 years...12 roses!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISQcQUDOOg0/TrdsT0syudI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/EbgxsWddZpc/s1600/Dotson+079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISQcQUDOOg0/TrdsT0syudI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/EbgxsWddZpc/s400/Dotson+079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each one had been "blinged" a little...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qv0jnbLUflY/Trdsb9s6w_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/yE5qkod-BuY/s1600/Dotson+089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qv0jnbLUflY/Trdsb9s6w_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/yE5qkod-BuY/s400/Dotson+089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ali's tonsils...took her in and the doctor said they were rather large, but nothing to worry about...Really?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1bir3wvhM8/TrdsiwWwm-I/AAAAAAAAB-o/KGk9Nl6A00g/s1600/Dotson+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1bir3wvhM8/TrdsiwWwm-I/AAAAAAAAB-o/KGk9Nl6A00g/s400/Dotson+087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new entertainment center.&amp;nbsp; The only problem with it is that it makes everything else look OLD!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's nice to be back in business.&amp;nbsp; I did lose all my pictures, one of the family sessions I was working on, all the scrapbook downloads I'd purchased, and all my music- again, but as there's not much I can do about it, I guess there's not much to worry about!&amp;nbsp; I know Mac's are great computers, but I honestly don't know that I dare get another one!&amp;nbsp; (Let alone being able to afford it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-6602292111734338862?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6602292111734338862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=6602292111734338862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6602292111734338862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6602292111734338862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-so-lucky-to-say-i-am-once-again-up.html' title='Up and Running!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wT59MqADxIQ/TrdsNFtCb0I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/DGkQbNJ6aOo/s72-c/Dotson+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-438480918227311775</id><published>2011-10-29T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T13:52:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Week...</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been a pitty party at my house, and I'm sure my family is ready for it to be over.&amp;nbsp; It just seems like when it rains, it pours.&amp;nbsp; It's currently monsoon season here, and I'm ready for some sunshine!&amp;nbsp; Last week I turned on my computer, and it died.&amp;nbsp; I thought the battery was just dead, so I started it up again and it wouldn't boot.&amp;nbsp; A year ago I lost everything stored on my hard drive, all the pictures, music, videos, and things I had stored.&amp;nbsp; I would have NEVER thought it would happen again!&amp;nbsp; But, it did.&amp;nbsp; My hard drive is completely erased.&amp;nbsp; I had a back up, but it quit backing up in like January.&amp;nbsp; I have so many "coulda, woulda, shoulda's,"&amp;nbsp; but the bottom line is, since January, I won't have anything.&amp;nbsp; All my family pictures, pictures of others I'd been working on, all my Photoshop actions I've bought, and the scrapbooking downloads I bought too.&amp;nbsp; I had so many good intentions.&amp;nbsp; I was going to get an external hard drive, but I wasn't using hardly any of my memory and I kept the pictures cleaned off after I finished sessions.&amp;nbsp; I just can't believe that it's all gone.&amp;nbsp; Again.&amp;nbsp; I had to pay 50 bucks just to talk to someone on the phone- and I've got a second set of disks coming to see if I can fix it and not have to take it 3 hours out of my way.&amp;nbsp; Here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to pick pumpkins at a friends home this year.&amp;nbsp; They had a ton, and they were&amp;nbsp;so nice.&amp;nbsp; We ended up with 11 pumpkins lining our front porch, the kids were so excited!&amp;nbsp; This morning we woke up to 4 pumpkins on the front porch and the rest of them smashed in the road, our driveway,&amp;nbsp; our yard and the neighbors yard.&amp;nbsp; I felt horrible, Jon just kind of laughed and said that he used to smash pumpkins when he was a kid, and at least they left one for each of us.&amp;nbsp; Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens, right?&amp;nbsp; I just wish it would happen on my terms.&amp;nbsp; I'd take the bad if there was good too- but it's hard not to feel sorry for yourself when bad keeps happening!&amp;nbsp; I read this and think, "really?&amp;nbsp; How lucky am I?&amp;nbsp; If that's really as bad as it gets, I should be thanking my lucky stars!"&amp;nbsp; So, maybe it starts here, a change in attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for still reading this Mom! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-438480918227311775?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/438480918227311775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=438480918227311775&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/438480918227311775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/438480918227311775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/10/tough-week.html' title='A Tough Week...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-6757654186723927474</id><published>2011-10-24T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:38:04.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devistation...</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm having problems with my poor old computer.  As days go by I'm getting more and more frustrated with it cause I know how to fix it, I just don't have the stuff to do it!  It's been a long 3 days, and I apologize to anyone reading this who might be waiting for pictures.  As soon as I figure it out- I'll be back on track for sure!  As for now though, no pictures...no fun...a lot more laundry, cleaning, and reading is getting done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-6757654186723927474?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6757654186723927474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=6757654186723927474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6757654186723927474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6757654186723927474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/10/devistation.html' title='Devistation...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-5506572852702145660</id><published>2011-10-19T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:45:50.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Ali-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSKvfFjreaI/Tp9vEn9Yo8I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Crm1iCwlNlY/s1600/JonGageAli1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSKvfFjreaI/Tp9vEn9Yo8I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Crm1iCwlNlY/s400/JonGageAli1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we were out taking pictures the other night, I was lucky to catch this one... I have to wonder if she knows how funny she really is... We're always entertained, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-5506572852702145660?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5506572852702145660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=5506572852702145660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5506572852702145660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5506572852702145660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/10/funny-ali.html' title='Funny Ali-'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSKvfFjreaI/Tp9vEn9Yo8I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Crm1iCwlNlY/s72-c/JonGageAli1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7151436012732483773</id><published>2011-10-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:32:35.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Week!...</title><content type='html'>We've had a really busy week.&amp;nbsp; I kept thinking to myself... "If I can only get through Saturday, everything will slow down after that!"&amp;nbsp; Which, I was wrong, cause Sunday I had to teach the lesson in Relief Society!&amp;nbsp; I thought I had to work Monday, but when I went in, my boss told me he'd actually made a mistake in the schedule and I could leave if I wanted to!&amp;nbsp; I had SO MUCH catch up to do, I ended up going home, and I still feel like I'm going a hundred miles an hour and it's Tuesday!&amp;nbsp; My little girl got baptized on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HmzSVBLs4E/TpUUm6PzecI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tfkP_0OeIsI/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HmzSVBLs4E/TpUUm6PzecI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tfkP_0OeIsI/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got a giggle out of everyone watching for this one... such a funny thing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfIeqwnauzs/TpUUuBc7NsI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Jp51llUWe3M/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfIeqwnauzs/TpUUuBc7NsI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Jp51llUWe3M/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a "Daddy's Girl."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We woke up to a fair amount of snow as well!  I wouldn't have minded SO much, except that it kept a LOT of people from coming to celebrate with us...  and I had a LOT of food!&amp;nbsp; It was nice though, since we really couldn't go outside, the fewer numbers made it a little more comfortable!&amp;nbsp; She was such a sweetheart after her confirmation...she told me she got the chills that started in her brain and went all the way to her toes.&amp;nbsp; She knew it was the Holy Ghost!&amp;nbsp; And speaking of holy ghost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_NL0Joew-c/TpUV5QTgMsI/AAAAAAAAB4s/a99xaLAQbYE/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_NL0Joew-c/TpUV5QTgMsI/AAAAAAAAB4s/a99xaLAQbYE/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My mom and dad came up and brought her a birthday present, complete with talc powder.  It was part of a cute little bath kit that Ali mistook as make-up.  When she came out of the bathroom covered in it, there were more than a few comments about how she was taking her new gift pretty seriously!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, could she be any funnier?&amp;nbsp; I'm worn out just looking at the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight I attempted to take a few family pictures.&amp;nbsp; I've decided it's SO MUCH HARDER to take your own!&amp;nbsp; I just want someone else to tell me what looks good and if my HAIR is FLYING away!&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, there aren't many useable ones, but I got some great shots of the kids... for Christmas cards and such, so there won't be much sharing here... although, since I have had so many of Ali lately, I wanted to remind everyone of just how photogenic Gage can be as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VCwpFvali4/TpUXcPxTAhI/AAAAAAAAB40/FCslIeuYanw/s1600/TT5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VCwpFvali4/TpUXcPxTAhI/AAAAAAAAB40/FCslIeuYanw/s400/TT5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9UEnVyBQKo/TpUXoLFb4WI/AAAAAAAAB48/bc8dlok1VQI/s1600/TT8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9UEnVyBQKo/TpUXoLFb4WI/AAAAAAAAB48/bc8dlok1VQI/s400/TT8.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I'll post more before Christmas...I just really want to decide which ones (if any) to use first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's to a slower Wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;except probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7151436012732483773?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7151436012732483773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7151436012732483773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7151436012732483773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7151436012732483773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-week.html' title='A Busy Week!...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HmzSVBLs4E/TpUUm6PzecI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tfkP_0OeIsI/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-6952999491832266837</id><published>2011-10-05T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:25:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's Getting Baptized and A Little More Snowbird...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLMfT9Q1tzg/To0th09FrlI/AAAAAAAAB3M/u8nciq0K-q4/s1600/AliBaptism.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLMfT9Q1tzg/To0th09FrlI/AAAAAAAAB3M/u8nciq0K-q4/s400/AliBaptism.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have had a whirlwind of a week and it's only just beginning!&amp;nbsp; Ali gets baptized this Saturday and she's upset cause there is not a white dress to be found in all of Vernal.&amp;nbsp; She got a brown one... I know- not traditional at all, but it's darling anyway.&amp;nbsp; Gage has been getting in a bit of trouble, and when I FINALLY got it out of him- what's been going on- he cried.&amp;nbsp; It broke my heart, but there are a bunch of other boys at the school that make fun of his name.&amp;nbsp; One always tells him that he "puts the GAY in Gage..."&amp;nbsp; Hilarious.&amp;nbsp; They've kind of bullied him and he gets upset, but he's never told on any one of them, yet if he fights back, they all gang up on him and tell the teacher it was Gage's fault.&amp;nbsp; Poor kid can't win for losing.&amp;nbsp; So, do I bear my "Mom-Claws" and go talk to the principal?&amp;nbsp; Is it fair that MY child is getting bullied?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I do know that my kids are not always innocent- I'm not blind to the fact that they've caused problems too...but I don't want Gage to feel as badly as I could tell he felt today.&amp;nbsp; Why are these new generations so much meaner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx9aD_9SFME/To0q76KNVDI/AAAAAAAAB20/vrotTafwutQ/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx9aD_9SFME/To0q76KNVDI/AAAAAAAAB20/vrotTafwutQ/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, needless to say- I've been a little slow with the remainder of our snowbird trip.&amp;nbsp; We really did have a good time.&amp;nbsp; I get a little stressed with the kids, cause they don't even pretend to get along.&amp;nbsp; I worry they may never like each other at all!&amp;nbsp; But here are a few more pictures from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWjHapJlTuo/To0rTpuYSiI/AAAAAAAAB3E/5ZFoBfCyLxM/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWjHapJlTuo/To0rTpuYSiI/AAAAAAAAB3E/5ZFoBfCyLxM/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you call these?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3YGsRx_eIY/To0rMohl1II/AAAAAAAAB3A/lemvxPR7UtE/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3YGsRx_eIY/To0rMohl1II/AAAAAAAAB3A/lemvxPR7UtE/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the top of the world looking down on creation...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYn_2Ep4tjc/To0rHYWI5aI/AAAAAAAAB28/8ex7J624gHI/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYn_2Ep4tjc/To0rHYWI5aI/AAAAAAAAB28/8ex7J624gHI/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's actually Alta below us...I can't believe how HIGH we are!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uknNGLzivK4/To0rADWKT9I/AAAAAAAAB24/uIOQB3T5N-Q/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uknNGLzivK4/To0rADWKT9I/AAAAAAAAB24/uIOQB3T5N-Q/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this was a first for us... still seeing wild flowers so late in the season!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULmct5-oDrM/To0rVdb3kpI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Q8UV3Rb4gfc/s1600/NewCar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULmct5-oDrM/To0rVdb3kpI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Q8UV3Rb4gfc/s400/NewCar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the new ride... I LOVE IT!&amp;nbsp; It's smaller than the old one, gets a little better gas mileage and is faster and sportier to drive. It's so much fun!&amp;nbsp; Now to NAME it...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-6952999491832266837?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6952999491832266837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=6952999491832266837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6952999491832266837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6952999491832266837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-more-snowbird.html' title='Ali&apos;s Getting Baptized and A Little More Snowbird...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLMfT9Q1tzg/To0th09FrlI/AAAAAAAAB3M/u8nciq0K-q4/s72-c/AliBaptism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2635624838158539483</id><published>2011-09-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:02:12.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Stay-cation"...</title><content type='html'>I worked a lot this summer.  It was great for the paycheck, but I felt like I really missed out on a lot of family time.  Usually we do a small-ish vacation, but we weren't able to this summer.  We've been coming to Snowbird now for 4 years and I think we finally got it right this year.  Usually we come at the end of the week, Wednesday-Saturday, but this year decided to try the Saturday-Tuesday thing.  I had no idea there was such a draw on the weekends!  Oktoburfest is something else!  I didn't take any pictures the first day and I'm sad I didn't.  The kids did all the fun stuff while we watched- and I forgot my camera!  They did the trampolines, the mechanical bull, the air bungees, rock climbing and the ropes course.  It was crazy busy- and I've never seen so many irresponsible DRUNK parents.  Most of them had a huge beer stein in one hand and a small child in the other...and car keys in their pockets!  But who am I to judge I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70J1Uva45sU/ToE44X005gI/AAAAAAAAB1c/vaP5cap5jzw/s1600/Zoo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70J1Uva45sU/ToE44X005gI/AAAAAAAAB1c/vaP5cap5jzw/s400/Zoo3.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or9jUaEzm_o/ToE4vSLYcBI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/rBZeQ56hXXk/s1600/Zoo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or9jUaEzm_o/ToE4vSLYcBI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/rBZeQ56hXXk/s400/Zoo2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPUfrLRHjjk/ToE4kexqSjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/XOTT_UuFQ18/s1600/Zoo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPUfrLRHjjk/ToE4kexqSjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/XOTT_UuFQ18/s400/Zoo1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kdAkmWQCyc/ToE4_SKXaEI/AAAAAAAAB1g/dp8AR9Qx-tI/s1600/Zoo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kdAkmWQCyc/ToE4_SKXaEI/AAAAAAAAB1g/dp8AR9Qx-tI/s400/Zoo4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We spent hours at the zoo too.  I love the zoo probably more than my kids do.  They were thrilled to see all the animals, but I don't know if they were as excited as I was!  We surprised them, Jon said we were going to walk around and look at "imports."  And the last thing they were expecting was the ZOO!&amp;nbsp; I loved the Tiger exhibit.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing to see these HUGE cats so close!&amp;nbsp; Gage loves Snow Leopards, and they had one just hanging out in the shade, come to find out the poor thing had just had kidney stones, and was recovering from surgery!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today wasn't nearly as fun as the zoo, but I felt like I was in one all day- we had to get a few warranty things done on our car and spent the WHOLE DAY at the dealership waiting for it.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say- I'm going home tomorrow with a new car.&amp;nbsp; Call me crazy- but I'm really excited!&amp;nbsp; I thought I was going to throw-up for the most part of the day...but feel better now that I've made a decision- even if it's not one that anyone likes but me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fall weather.&amp;nbsp; It's been wonderful up here, not too hot- a little chilly- perfect for long sleeves and hot chocolate in the morning.&amp;nbsp; This was the view tonight from our room-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZIjzQyFrYw/ToE8ktsYPuI/AAAAAAAAB1k/F99RmIIksO4/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZIjzQyFrYw/ToE8ktsYPuI/AAAAAAAAB1k/F99RmIIksO4/s640/DSC_0354.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&amp;nbsp; Wish it never had to end!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2635624838158539483?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2635624838158539483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2635624838158539483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2635624838158539483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2635624838158539483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-stay-cation.html' title='Our &quot;Stay-cation&quot;...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70J1Uva45sU/ToE44X005gI/AAAAAAAAB1c/vaP5cap5jzw/s72-c/Zoo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4483185806192646086</id><published>2011-09-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:58:48.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the trauma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wuXiRehJsY/TnlRvMxRMsI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FQW5gC3yVj0/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wuXiRehJsY/TnlRvMxRMsI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FQW5gC3yVj0/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I might finally be able to talk about the "epic fail" Ali's birthday party was.  I'm sure the girls had fun, but it was honestly a traumatic experience for the mom.  I'm so lucky to have Kandie around- she came to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EnM-XPw-8YI/TnlR-r-DvpI/AAAAAAAAB1I/iRLiJU-e5as/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EnM-XPw-8YI/TnlR-r-DvpI/AAAAAAAAB1I/iRLiJU-e5as/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a Hawaiian theme...that's why Ali is wearing coconuts!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixhDER0x-hE/TnlRnmWO0GI/AAAAAAAAB08/dFZnlmYSW4w/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixhDER0x-hE/TnlRnmWO0GI/AAAAAAAAB08/dFZnlmYSW4w/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa4HdnLlT1Q/TnlR2EVDChI/AAAAAAAAB1E/Q-P38YP5f0A/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa4HdnLlT1Q/TnlR2EVDChI/AAAAAAAAB1E/Q-P38YP5f0A/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to the night before, Ali and I (and RyLee and Raegan of course) went to a "fun-shoot" with some other photographer friends of mine.  They had their two daughters there also and all the girls hit it off really well so we invited them to Ali's party.  I KNEW they were having their pictures done the next day- they were actually paying another (expensive) photographer who was coming out from SLC to do a few sessions in the Basin.  It's every mothers dream to have the perfect family photo, I KNOW that...so why did I think it would be OK if we tie-dyed?  The girls were covered in permanent ink!  Every one of them had dyed their skin every color of the rainbow.  A perfect family picture?  I think not.  I think I threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyh-bKLx7to/TnlSF7iSHYI/AAAAAAAAB1M/DLr2JkaIdX0/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyh-bKLx7to/TnlSF7iSHYI/AAAAAAAAB1M/DLr2JkaIdX0/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took forever to get through that little activity.  All the girls went home with a belly full of sugar and a plastic bag full of inky wet t-shirts.  I stayed home with one hellava headache and guilty conscience.  Jon, (being the smart fart that he is) googled how to get it off and we did succeed in getting the dye off- but that wasn't before we'd tried lacquer thinner, gasoline, mineral spirits...it's actually bleach and water- in case anyone ever needs to know...ridiculous.  Luckily it worked or I would have made new friends, just to have them hate me forever.  I felt so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4483185806192646086?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4483185806192646086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4483185806192646086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4483185806192646086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4483185806192646086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/09/over-trauma.html' title='Over the trauma...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wuXiRehJsY/TnlRvMxRMsI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FQW5gC3yVj0/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-471169517046262536</id><published>2011-09-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:05:58.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Favorites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiYqVDQ6jYY/TngREa9spBI/AAAAAAAABzc/DK6MisJLYfE/s1600/Sunflower1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiYqVDQ6jYY/TngREa9spBI/AAAAAAAABzc/DK6MisJLYfE/s640/Sunflower1.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess I'm with the majority of others when I say my favorite season is Fall.&amp;nbsp; Everything about it makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not the typical happy, but the calm, rested, cozy, easy- happy.&amp;nbsp; I've always been "an Autumn."&amp;nbsp; I remember getting my colors done and finding that out young...the girls in my family have that in common.&amp;nbsp; It must be a hereditary thing!&amp;nbsp; The kids are back in school and Gage is thriving, Ali is... adjusting.&amp;nbsp; She's kind of a stinker still and we're working on it.&amp;nbsp; Any suggestions?&amp;nbsp; She's disruptive in class, she tells me she doesn't have homework, though she's supposed to do it everyday... seriously, it's already gone to the extreme.&amp;nbsp; I went to take cupcakes to her class today for her birthday, and she told me her teacher took her earrings, hair bow and necklace away before the first bell rang!&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; Is it really that bad?&amp;nbsp; Here we go again...maybe he should give her a glue-stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-471169517046262536?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/471169517046262536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=471169517046262536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/471169517046262536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/471169517046262536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-favorites.html' title='Fall Favorites...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiYqVDQ6jYY/TngREa9spBI/AAAAAAAABzc/DK6MisJLYfE/s72-c/Sunflower1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3523475603166399815</id><published>2011-09-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T07:45:20.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in LOVE!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been in REAL love for a little more than 12 years now...between Jon and my awesome kiddos, no innate object can compare...just a disclaimer for my husband who will surely be reading this soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But- I bought a new camera and I am so excited about it!  I've not used it much yet, but I did take a few pictures of my daughter and I am blown away!  I zoom in and it's tack sharp- the color is beautiful, even the noise it makes (and doesn't make) is awesome!  I love it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those photography nuts out there, I bought the Nikon D90- many of my friends have the same camera and love it as well.  I did my research- (and studied my income...) and short of the D700 (which I have a coveting problem with) it's the favorite out there!  I'll be shooting with it tonight- a senior session- my favorite!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new camera bag- Jon thinks I'm nuts, but I was as excited about it as I was the camera!  So stylish!  It's so pretty!  I just couldn't wait anymore for the Pioneer Woman to pull my number!  I took this picture of Ali, and edited it very slightly- just lightened it sharpened it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgaTJkwMiGc/Tm9rm-hYA6I/AAAAAAAAByU/WDn8Vi_x6OY/s1600/MyBeans3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgaTJkwMiGc/Tm9rm-hYA6I/AAAAAAAAByU/WDn8Vi_x6OY/s400/MyBeans3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so excited that the camera is doing what I tell it to do in manual mode!&amp;nbsp; I used a 50mm lens, at f/2.8.&amp;nbsp; It was overcast but still bright so I spot metered off the highlights in her face and then overexposed 2 stops.&amp;nbsp; It made for the creamy skin tone and highlights in her eyes.&amp;nbsp; The internet ALWAYS dulls your photos, so as a tip from another photographer, I always sharpen, even if it doesn't look like it needs it in photoshop.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember my exact shutter speed, but I think it was around 1/750.&amp;nbsp; Fun, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3523475603166399815?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3523475603166399815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3523475603166399815&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3523475603166399815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3523475603166399815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in LOVE!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgaTJkwMiGc/Tm9rm-hYA6I/AAAAAAAAByU/WDn8Vi_x6OY/s72-c/MyBeans3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-620379541314968537</id><published>2011-09-10T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T19:26:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Our Favorites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlE5kz6LplI/Tmwb74AW-eI/AAAAAAAAByI/L7TBTfepOWs/s1600/ChickenPotPie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlE5kz6LplI/Tmwb74AW-eI/AAAAAAAAByI/L7TBTfepOWs/s400/ChickenPotPie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you click on this picture, it will get bigger so you can read it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You'll only know how absolutely yummy this is if you try it.&amp;nbsp; It goes against my usual "six ingredients or less" policy- but it's definitely worth it, and actually quite easy!&amp;nbsp; I made the "fauxtisserie chicken" from the&lt;i&gt; Our Best Bites&lt;/i&gt; cookbook and had a lot leftover, so this was a perfect use for it all! Every time I make it for guests, I get asked for the recipe, so I thought I'd catalog it here, and send people to my blog when they want it!&amp;nbsp; It's a 6x4 photo size too, so if you copy and paste it to your desktop, you can print it like a picture...cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-620379541314968537?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/620379541314968537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=620379541314968537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/620379541314968537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/620379541314968537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-our-favorites.html' title='One of Our Favorites!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlE5kz6LplI/Tmwb74AW-eI/AAAAAAAAByI/L7TBTfepOWs/s72-c/ChickenPotPie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2358586498818584102</id><published>2011-09-06T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:46:33.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8YaOW1ZAI/TmaTAtH7pEI/AAAAAAAABxc/2Gurb8cxsXo/s1600/IMGP9872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8YaOW1ZAI/TmaTAtH7pEI/AAAAAAAABxc/2Gurb8cxsXo/s400/IMGP9872.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Umjg_hbkP2s/TmaTkgl_vUI/AAAAAAAABxk/8IoN1FlhQlc/s1600/IMGP9905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Umjg_hbkP2s/TmaTkgl_vUI/AAAAAAAABxk/8IoN1FlhQlc/s400/IMGP9905.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyjhZ0d2ArU/TmaTrdvE2SI/AAAAAAAABxo/rtfPfpJH-IE/s1600/IMGP9908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a62jSk_SvI4/TmaUK6dNixI/AAAAAAAABx8/PQfh_UcmJsc/s400/IMGP9965.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eT86Iclwsc/TmaUQgE5yEI/AAAAAAAAByA/JTqkNObZcTM/s1600/IMGP0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eT86Iclwsc/TmaUQgE5yEI/AAAAAAAAByA/JTqkNObZcTM/s400/IMGP0005.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Cam- but this is priceless!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi_uxZUTIow/TmaUYGNXmYI/AAAAAAAAByE/j2l249Giunc/s1600/IMGP0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi_uxZUTIow/TmaUYGNXmYI/AAAAAAAAByE/j2l249Giunc/s400/IMGP0031.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;School starts and you're supposed to have &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;time, right? Now, I'm not saying that I don't have more time, I'm just spending it other ways!  It's fun to have some time to myself, but I've never missed my kids so much! I worked so much more this summer and I didn't get to spend as much time with them as I wanted to. So when my Mom invited us down to her work party, we jumped at the chance! The kids had a blast- and I have pictures to prove it! Gage was the bull riding champion- he won 20 dollars!  He and Ali both met new friends and played with their cousins- we had such a great time!  Thanks for the invite Mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2358586498818584102?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2358586498818584102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2358586498818584102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2358586498818584102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2358586498818584102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/09/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8YaOW1ZAI/TmaTAtH7pEI/AAAAAAAABxc/2Gurb8cxsXo/s72-c/IMGP9872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4684782311402182723</id><published>2011-08-30T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:21:30.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Fun...</title><content type='html'>I promised the kids we would go out for Wendy's floats after school to celebrate their first day.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't planning on anyone else coming with us, but decided to invite a few friends!&amp;nbsp; So glad we did too- I was fully entertained and I think everyone else there was too!&amp;nbsp; Here are a few pictures from the fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkJZbp29ZNo/Tl3Ef_O7MCI/AAAAAAAABws/PEHl8BSanM0/s1600/Gang4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkJZbp29ZNo/Tl3Ef_O7MCI/AAAAAAAABws/PEHl8BSanM0/s400/Gang4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgofvzplwtU/Tl3EdFS2kEI/AAAAAAAABwo/-Zua2yTE81s/s1600/Gang3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgofvzplwtU/Tl3EdFS2kEI/AAAAAAAABwo/-Zua2yTE81s/s400/Gang3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HaBVZt6SXQ/Tl3EZ33RyLI/AAAAAAAABwk/GJoV-D4NcAA/s1600/Gang1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HaBVZt6SXQ/Tl3EZ33RyLI/AAAAAAAABwk/GJoV-D4NcAA/s400/Gang1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW4qTJh27Gk/Tl3EjIBuiUI/AAAAAAAABww/iIDr1P2musk/s1600/Gang5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW4qTJh27Gk/Tl3EjIBuiUI/AAAAAAAABww/iIDr1P2musk/s400/Gang5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4684782311402182723?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4684782311402182723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4684782311402182723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4684782311402182723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4684782311402182723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-fun.html' title='First Day Fun...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkJZbp29ZNo/Tl3Ef_O7MCI/AAAAAAAABws/PEHl8BSanM0/s72-c/Gang4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7975941317724334801</id><published>2011-08-24T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:29:26.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERZv-e9OIZ0/TlUp_aNNMrI/AAAAAAAABwA/-rDXKcr2D3Q/s1600/FirstDayAli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERZv-e9OIZ0/TlUp_aNNMrI/AAAAAAAABwA/-rDXKcr2D3Q/s400/FirstDayAli.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8-CC_Ik7R8/TlaiiIv1IeI/AAAAAAAABwI/wToFy3ZZGdU/s1600/firstdaygage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8-CC_Ik7R8/TlaiiIv1IeI/AAAAAAAABwI/wToFy3ZZGdU/s400/firstdaygage2.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A bittersweet day indeed.  Man- I thought it would be so nice to have the time to myself, a quiet house, time to get done the things that need to be done.  Well, it's been three hours and I'm missing them already!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7975941317724334801?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7975941317724334801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7975941317724334801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7975941317724334801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7975941317724334801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-of-summer.html' title='The end of Summer...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERZv-e9OIZ0/TlUp_aNNMrI/AAAAAAAABwA/-rDXKcr2D3Q/s72-c/FirstDayAli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-5859626888310991834</id><published>2011-08-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T06:01:58.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manly Men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5_s60FxiTQ/TlHgg4YxPsI/AAAAAAAABvw/h6qLpBbketo/s1600/IMGP9985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5_s60FxiTQ/TlHgg4YxPsI/AAAAAAAABvw/h6qLpBbketo/s400/IMGP9985.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we found something Gage can be obsessed with that doesn't involve a television or some kind of hand-held technology!  I type that amidst thinking how insane I have to be to condone dirt bike racing.  I've been pleasantly surprised so far though- Gage is still a bit of a chicken- my brothers barely lived through teenage years and they had 4 wheels under them!  I guess I just assumed every boy was like that- luckily though- Gage has {so far} proven otherwise. That said- he is having the time of his life, and spending some quality time with his dad- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGbF_MOQVd0/TlHgmU_WFMI/AAAAAAAABv0/zZfbCWm4wfo/s1600/IMGP9881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGbF_MOQVd0/TlHgmU_WFMI/AAAAAAAABv0/zZfbCWm4wfo/s400/IMGP9881.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orBWdowj8Pc/TlHg1cn_8oI/AAAAAAAABv4/JGqv7OqW5j4/s1600/IMGP9896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orBWdowj8Pc/TlHg1cn_8oI/AAAAAAAABv4/JGqv7OqW5j4/s400/IMGP9896.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, being her normal self- but enjoying herself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said- it's something Gage loves- something that ISN'T a video game, and I love watching my boys be boys.&amp;nbsp; Watch out Travis Patrana-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-5859626888310991834?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5859626888310991834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=5859626888310991834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5859626888310991834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5859626888310991834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/08/manly-men.html' title='Manly Men...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5_s60FxiTQ/TlHgg4YxPsI/AAAAAAAABvw/h6qLpBbketo/s72-c/IMGP9985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2582794541337622692</id><published>2011-08-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:07:32.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good...</title><content type='html'>Things never seem to slow down.  I feel like this summer came and went and I am still stuck in spring...waiting for the hot weather to really show up!  Now, I can feel the chill in the air at night, and early in the morning.  I can &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; fall and it's coming up on me quicker than I wanted it to, though it's my favorite season of the year.&amp;nbsp; I just wish fall would go till spring.&amp;nbsp; Bypass winter all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good though.&amp;nbsp; Team Tucker is just pluggin away!&amp;nbsp; School starts in a week and a half- I spent the whole summer working 4 days a week instead of 3 and even though it was only one day extra, I feel like I spent way more time there than at home.&amp;nbsp; I don't like 4 days a week, 3 is much easier to manage.&amp;nbsp; Photography is keeping me busy too, I just have to be careful not to let it interfere.&amp;nbsp; It's hard cause I want to be easy, and helpful to the people who call me, but getting too busy was never in the cards for me.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoy it, and just don't want to start &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; enjoying it!&amp;nbsp; I get to go to a workshop this week - something I've been wanting to do forever.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of a one day mentoring, the photographer teaching it is incredibly talented and down to earth- almost as funny as me too!&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of photography, I submitted some of my photos to the radio station, they were putting together a tribute video for the Marine funeral.&amp;nbsp; I watched it the other day, and all of the photos I submitted are in the video!&amp;nbsp; I'd like to believe it's because of my incomparable talent, but I don't think they got too many submissions...ah well, it's still really cool to see my work being shown and watched by so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the lesson in RS today, on Family Responsibilities.&amp;nbsp; It was an easy lesson, and I enjoyed being up there again.&amp;nbsp; Unofficially- I'm the new second Sunday teacher.... unofficially cause they haven't released the old one yet!&amp;nbsp; I probably shouldn't say anything yet, but I don't know too many people in my ward who even tune in to Team Tucker!&amp;nbsp; I was compassioned out.&amp;nbsp; I think they figured they better move me so I'd come back to church!&amp;nbsp; I found a quote though that I loved, my sister in law has always kept it on her blog, and I love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUFMXAqg6F8/TkiMcjDXK6I/AAAAAAAABvs/JyArRavPLqM/s1600/Lesson1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUFMXAqg6F8/TkiMcjDXK6I/AAAAAAAABvs/JyArRavPLqM/s400/Lesson1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may have to click on the picture to be able to read it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me thinking of my priorities.&amp;nbsp; It was me up on the stand today, telling myself what I should be doing and shouldn't be taking for granted.&amp;nbsp; I gave myself a lot to think about!&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2582794541337622692?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2582794541337622692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2582794541337622692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2582794541337622692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2582794541337622692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUFMXAqg6F8/TkiMcjDXK6I/AAAAAAAABvs/JyArRavPLqM/s72-c/Lesson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1998238968078094820</id><published>2011-08-11T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:54:41.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Reason to love Vernal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-_8FpaKlIU/TkSG-AZmJqI/AAAAAAAABvE/uXzWORsyCWc/s1600/Gurr2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-_8FpaKlIU/TkSG-AZmJqI/AAAAAAAABvE/uXzWORsyCWc/s400/Gurr2.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kTrIivIkVI/TkSG-xGXeRI/AAAAAAAABvI/-UNP9e_ygRY/s1600/Gurr4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kTrIivIkVI/TkSG-xGXeRI/AAAAAAAABvI/-UNP9e_ygRY/s400/Gurr4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n04f1nbZ6kM/TkSHDuNdjOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/L9Gj2zWc4Aw/s1600/Gurr9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n04f1nbZ6kM/TkSHDuNdjOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/L9Gj2zWc4Aw/s400/Gurr9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uCk4kGT7LVw/TkSHKLgETsI/AAAAAAAABvY/cxp_e3Woilw/s400/Gurr11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWgUYHUerjc/TkSHIDJ9v9I/AAAAAAAABvU/olvvCvEgJaQ/s1600/Gurr8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWgUYHUerjc/TkSHIDJ9v9I/AAAAAAAABvU/olvvCvEgJaQ/s400/Gurr8.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X72ySQZKsgs/TkSHOeopmuI/AAAAAAAABvk/H6oSp7SId_Q/s1600/Gurr17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X72ySQZKsgs/TkSHOeopmuI/AAAAAAAABvk/H6oSp7SId_Q/s400/Gurr17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xAHXUCLNKk/TkSHQs7SHEI/AAAAAAAABvo/RAQZp0A3ry4/s1600/Gurr18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xAHXUCLNKk/TkSHQs7SHEI/AAAAAAAABvo/RAQZp0A3ry4/s400/Gurr18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's no secret that I miss living closer to my family.  It's no secret that I've had to work at loving to live in Vernal.  It's been almost 12 years now and I'm given another reason to love it here today.  This was our town- today- when the body of our fallen soldier was brought home.  Amazing support, respect and love for our country, and for the family who lost their soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty impressed by this small town.&amp;nbsp; We've always pulled together when things are tough, whether it's the economy or something like this, we are small enough to still know each other and know what needs to be done.&amp;nbsp; I'm proud to live here.&amp;nbsp; Really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1998238968078094820?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1998238968078094820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1998238968078094820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1998238968078094820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1998238968078094820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-reason-to-love-vernal.html' title='1 Reason to love Vernal...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-_8FpaKlIU/TkSG-AZmJqI/AAAAAAAABvE/uXzWORsyCWc/s72-c/Gurr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2215432356591738129</id><published>2011-08-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:11:40.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer...where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Honestly...this summer hasn't even started yet!  This month, the kids go back to school and it doesn't seem like we've even had a summer yet!  Between the weather, and work- I've decided even one extra day at work is too much.  I feel like I've missed so much time with my kids- even if they haven't missed me.  Also, I've realized that work is much, much easier than staying home.  I really do enjoy being there... but my responsibilities at home are much more important.  I've been a little less patient because I'm not having to "put up" with kids all day!  All you stay-at-home moms are not only lucky, but saint-like as well!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHijKwXBRmk/Tj9hvcx2BfI/AAAAAAAABtc/XlH6BdPGayM/s1600/IMGP9237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHijKwXBRmk/Tj9hvcx2BfI/AAAAAAAABtc/XlH6BdPGayM/s400/IMGP9237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXB6m1Fri28/Tj9hken1b9I/AAAAAAAABtU/ai0dpcf3SUA/s1600/IMGP9243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXB6m1Fri28/Tj9hken1b9I/AAAAAAAABtU/ai0dpcf3SUA/s400/IMGP9243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the clouds on this day- amazing.  I was scheduled to do a photoshoot that evening- and didn't reschedule.  Lucky for me, these rolled over pretty quickly.  They look like they could be straight out of Harry Potter!&amp;nbsp; Clouds are clouds though, and it's August!&amp;nbsp; Where is the SUN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2215432356591738129?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2215432356591738129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2215432356591738129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2215432356591738129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2215432356591738129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/08/summerwhere-art-thou.html' title='Summer...where art thou?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHijKwXBRmk/Tj9hvcx2BfI/AAAAAAAABtc/XlH6BdPGayM/s72-c/IMGP9237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8836363435473776042</id><published>2011-07-29T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:02:03.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyrotechnics and Camping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R54VmXD_SFE/TjOZ_lAtS6I/AAAAAAAABsk/yiAatp0EfHs/s1600/IMAG0136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R54VmXD_SFE/TjOZ_lAtS6I/AAAAAAAABsk/yiAatp0EfHs/s400/IMAG0136.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, Gage got the idea to build a smoke bomb.&amp;nbsp; Where, you ask?&amp;nbsp; You Tube of course!&amp;nbsp; And where was I, you ask?&amp;nbsp; At work of course!!&amp;nbsp; And who was supposed to be in charge?&amp;nbsp; Who, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the smoke bomb thing didn't work, so instead, he decided to use the LIGHTER he'd taken from the house and burn some old foam that was (luckily) on a pile of cement out in the (very dry) field by our house- as well as several other homes...&amp;nbsp; when he tried to "blow it out" though, I think you can use your powers of deduction for the rest.&amp;nbsp; We were so lucky nothing else burned, but being that this area was once all the neighborhood boys "fort," I can tell you, Gage was in deep deep you-know-what before we even got to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzNBT39raPA/TjOYrArUvJI/AAAAAAAABrs/aXga0oj1_b0/s1600/IMGP8461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzNBT39raPA/TjOYrArUvJI/AAAAAAAABrs/aXga0oj1_b0/s400/IMGP8461.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily he was forgiven pretty quickly- but remnants will always be around to remind him of the seriously STUPID thing he did.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oLyFN9ZJhc/TjOYveXY07I/AAAAAAAABrw/KTeGKgaDJpo/s1600/IMGP8486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oLyFN9ZJhc/TjOYveXY07I/AAAAAAAABrw/KTeGKgaDJpo/s400/IMGP8486.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJxL-3uMjBA/TjOY4OEMm3I/AAAAAAAABr0/_XR9yycDH3g/s1600/IMGP8492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJxL-3uMjBA/TjOY4OEMm3I/AAAAAAAABr0/_XR9yycDH3g/s400/IMGP8492.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We finally got the chance to do some camping, but it didn't go exactly as planned.&amp;nbsp; Sure, we had fun- but I forgot the camp chairs, so we weren't very comfortable, and I was freezing through the night- it's amazing how cold it gets in the mountains at night- but it warmed up really quick the next morning!&amp;nbsp; My allergies decided to make themselves known as well- so I was fighting the runny nose, itchy eye and sneezing!&amp;nbsp; Curse allergies!&amp;nbsp; It was so beautiful though.&amp;nbsp; Our campsite looked out onto the lake- (East Park for all those wondering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa9toHL0v60/TjOY8xwnOdI/AAAAAAAABr4/fkXFWc1XBdY/s1600/IMGP8500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa9toHL0v60/TjOY8xwnOdI/AAAAAAAABr4/fkXFWc1XBdY/s400/IMGP8500.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gage came across a horseshoe while riding his dirtbike, he thought that was pretty cool and hasn't let it out of his sight since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXcHiknGAAU/TjOZBUOT2kI/AAAAAAAABr8/nrKr-hMXkzA/s1600/IMGP8504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXcHiknGAAU/TjOZBUOT2kI/AAAAAAAABr8/nrKr-hMXkzA/s400/IMGP8504.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ali was bored enough to let me take pictures of her...we had fun- she's a great model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7lNVfmaObw/TjOZGdoD5dI/AAAAAAAABsA/_77aneY1a4w/s1600/IMGP8505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7lNVfmaObw/TjOZGdoD5dI/AAAAAAAABsA/_77aneY1a4w/s400/IMGP8505.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bHCNOW1mvU/TjOZMyD9FxI/AAAAAAAABsE/fVSH7iOxIV4/s1600/IMGP8513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bHCNOW1mvU/TjOZMyD9FxI/AAAAAAAABsE/fVSH7iOxIV4/s400/IMGP8513.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wotm-L8Mk6I/TjOZRvZhcuI/AAAAAAAABsI/dTSflVCAGJI/s1600/IMGP8532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wotm-L8Mk6I/TjOZRvZhcuI/AAAAAAAABsI/dTSflVCAGJI/s400/IMGP8532.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gage got in a little trouble for driving too fast through the campground.&amp;nbsp; I don't think he was really speeding though, his little bike is just so loud, he was probably bugging the other campers- people need to relax a bit, it wasn't like he was out late at night or even early in the morning... fun-haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KE64947lyUQ/TjOZVs1nrfI/AAAAAAAABsM/v3tnIMwq_Bk/s1600/IMGP8549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KE64947lyUQ/TjOZVs1nrfI/AAAAAAAABsM/v3tnIMwq_Bk/s400/IMGP8549.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-838-MpXv1CA/TjOZb9bIRvI/AAAAAAAABsQ/d8Qlv_Kdp9w/s1600/IMGP8565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-838-MpXv1CA/TjOZb9bIRvI/AAAAAAAABsQ/d8Qlv_Kdp9w/s400/IMGP8565.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We actually ran into our long lost friends the Taylors while we were there too!&amp;nbsp; These kids have grown up together, we used to chase them around in their diapers!&amp;nbsp; Misty and I used to watch each others kids when we worked, and since they moved just across town, we never see them anymore!&amp;nbsp; The kids picked up right where they left off though- best buddies after all this time.&amp;nbsp; Jackson and Gage, Easton and Ali- and Brinlee and ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46e7KsWrV38/TjOZhTNommI/AAAAAAAABsU/x30Rs8hzmuM/s1600/IMGP8579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46e7KsWrV38/TjOZhTNommI/AAAAAAAABsU/x30Rs8hzmuM/s400/IMGP8579.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3IDNoq4LB0/TjOZmAVGGXI/AAAAAAAABsY/v5AlzfTqMKA/s1600/IMGP8586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3IDNoq4LB0/TjOZmAVGGXI/AAAAAAAABsY/v5AlzfTqMKA/s400/IMGP8586.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXjhn2AEtIo/TjOZtbNZeUI/AAAAAAAABsc/c17gcmBX9AM/s1600/IMGP8604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXjhn2AEtIo/TjOZtbNZeUI/AAAAAAAABsc/c17gcmBX9AM/s400/IMGP8604.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think Jon looks SO good on a motorcycle!&amp;nbsp; Oh dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1F-Y-0Dlfk/TjOZ2cuszoI/AAAAAAAABsg/e1ewHqnfP5Q/s1600/IMGP8614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1F-Y-0Dlfk/TjOZ2cuszoI/AAAAAAAABsg/e1ewHqnfP5Q/s400/IMGP8614.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with my family.&amp;nbsp; I've never had a busier summer in my life!&amp;nbsp; So even if it was just for one night, I'm glad we were able to spend some time together.&amp;nbsp; Happy Summer everyone!&amp;nbsp; Take advantage of it while you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8836363435473776042?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8836363435473776042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8836363435473776042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8836363435473776042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8836363435473776042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/07/pyrotechnics-and-camping.html' title='Pyrotechnics and Camping...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R54VmXD_SFE/TjOZ_lAtS6I/AAAAAAAABsk/yiAatp0EfHs/s72-c/IMAG0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3851875634509667935</id><published>2011-07-23T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T06:35:52.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Addiction...</title><content type='html'>I hadn't heard of Pinterest till a friend of mine came into work and told me I'd love it.&amp;nbsp; It even took me a minute after I got on to actually figure it out.&amp;nbsp; Now though, if I'm online for any period of time, I am on Pinterest!&amp;nbsp; I've sent a TON of invites to all the people I have email addresses for- if you didn't get one, leave a comment and I'll invite you- it's the only way I know of to get you on.&amp;nbsp; You'll love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's social media, yes- but in it's most inspiring and creative.&amp;nbsp; While searching the web- have you ever ran across something and thought- "I need to remember that!"&amp;nbsp; It "pins" the picture on the page so you can get back to that very spot whenever you want.&amp;nbsp; You can even organize each "pin" into categories like- "food" or for me, "photography."&amp;nbsp; My cute friend who invited me has a category for cute clothes she finds that is called "Someday I'll take off my sweats!" Then- you can see what everyone else is pinning as well- repin their pins- "like" and leave comments on things they've found.&amp;nbsp; It is visual, easy and quite frankly WAY BETTER THAN FACEBOOK TIME!&amp;nbsp; I wanted to share with everyone I know- the more the better... so like I said, if you didn't get an invite it's most likely cause I don't have your email address!&amp;nbsp; Leave it in the comments...you will NOT be sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3851875634509667935?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3851875634509667935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3851875634509667935&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3851875634509667935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3851875634509667935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-addiction.html' title='A New Addiction...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3161396864822003954</id><published>2011-07-06T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:36:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgGHzZcuVbs/ThVFyVp--PI/AAAAAAAABp4/c5jI1HFGrjg/s1600/MurrayFam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgGHzZcuVbs/ThVFyVp--PI/AAAAAAAABp4/c5jI1HFGrjg/s400/MurrayFam2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every one of us have "those people" in our lives...some influence us for good, others make us question.  Some make us happier, and others make us miserable.  My favorite kind of people are the ones that make me want to be better. I've learned a valuable lesson from some particular friends of mine.  I have learned to live life EVERY DAY.  To love my spouse for all his imperfections, because there could come a time when I miss those imperfections desperately.  I have learned to take things A LOT less seriously.  To relax and live with the things I can't change.  To never take the love of family for granted, and to make life-long friends with whomever will have you. If I can remember to be half the person these people are, I will have had an amazing life.  I'm so grateful to know them- struggles and all.  There's still time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3161396864822003954?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3161396864822003954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3161396864822003954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3161396864822003954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3161396864822003954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-people.html' title='Some People...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgGHzZcuVbs/ThVFyVp--PI/AAAAAAAABp4/c5jI1HFGrjg/s72-c/MurrayFam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-6727514823602876390</id><published>2011-07-06T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:09:51.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So it Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpMP9kWbotY/ThU9F2FHSAI/AAAAAAAABpg/0CBhG_tDF4s/s1600/IMGP7197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpMP9kWbotY/ThU9F2FHSAI/AAAAAAAABpg/0CBhG_tDF4s/s400/IMGP7197.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every year I'm reminded why my favorite holiday is the Fourth of July.  I love summer.  I love the Lake, and I love being with my family in a place and state of mind where everyone is happy and entertained.  I love the FOOD- the FIREWORKS- and Ali and Addie's matching outfits.  I love how happy my husband is.  Relaxed, off work and ready to be in, on, or anywhere near the water!  I've always been a fan of the small-town parade- but the last couple of years I've been disappointed with ours.  This year was no different with 3 exceptions...&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the girls drill team- they work so hard on the unicycle routine every year- they are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The "fly-By."  When the jets fly over, there's just such a sense of pride.  We're pretty lucky to live in such an awesome country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JE2nHfEOcJg/ThU8lQFoHWI/AAAAAAAABpc/L7JIzi3fUjI/s1600/IMGP7223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JE2nHfEOcJg/ThU8lQFoHWI/AAAAAAAABpc/L7JIzi3fUjI/s400/IMGP7223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I'm disappointed with this picture too, but my camera ran out of batteries right as they flew over, so I was lucky to get this one!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This year, my most favorite thing were the horses.  They are always at the end of the parade and this year, they had a stage-coach pulled by 6 Clydesdale horses.  They are the most amazing animals I have ever seen, and their size was incredible.  I told Ali- that's why my favorite animal is a horse... just wish the batteries in the camera hadn't died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HoYmj_ngMg/ThU9ozRuNAI/AAAAAAAABpk/jotkosIwGxI/s1600/IMGP7231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HoYmj_ngMg/ThU9ozRuNAI/AAAAAAAABpk/jotkosIwGxI/s400/IMGP7231.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute nephew Alex... I love the lake for it's constant entertainment!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZAmRFTQJdk/ThU9ujwT5lI/AAAAAAAABpo/R7gW_1DQ8xY/s1600/IMGP7241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZAmRFTQJdk/ThU9ujwT5lI/AAAAAAAABpo/R7gW_1DQ8xY/s400/IMGP7241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was in a world of her own!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were worried once again that we wouldn't be able to get into the lake if we didn't leave rally early- but we got there in plenty of time- and spent the day getting totally sunburned, and having more fun than our (very soar today) bodies could handle.  I even went on the tube. Don't worry though, no pictures...(I mean it Betsy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2lRetkLMJc/ThU90bc9C5I/AAAAAAAABps/jbkcTmYMHLo/s1600/IMGP7250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2lRetkLMJc/ThU90bc9C5I/AAAAAAAABps/jbkcTmYMHLo/s400/IMGP7250.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a BBQ at my house Sunday afternoon... the girls played on the slip and slide and the boys teased them while they did.&amp;nbsp; I had so much fun taking pictures, before I knew it I had taken 300 of the same thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nynAJzJ7rjc/ThU-1eBgptI/AAAAAAAABpw/sKy0PqCj-2A/s1600/IMGP7174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nynAJzJ7rjc/ThU-1eBgptI/AAAAAAAABpw/sKy0PqCj-2A/s400/IMGP7174.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This girl is getting so big!&amp;nbsp; And talk about the easiest, sweetest baby ever!&amp;nbsp; I keep telling Betsy- "Ali WAS easy too!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO4mb0W2L80/ThU-21ghIuI/AAAAAAAABp0/80VVG9CiQ0w/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO4mb0W2L80/ThU-21ghIuI/AAAAAAAABp0/80VVG9CiQ0w/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dang...did I get it all?&amp;nbsp; Did I mention David is here?&amp;nbsp; We love having Jon's brother stay with us...he's a very easy house guest, and fun to give a hard time to!&amp;nbsp; I still have to post Ali's bedroom remodel. She's so spoiled!&amp;nbsp; Next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-6727514823602876390?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6727514823602876390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=6727514823602876390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6727514823602876390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6727514823602876390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So it Begins'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpMP9kWbotY/ThU9F2FHSAI/AAAAAAAABpg/0CBhG_tDF4s/s72-c/IMGP7197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7629210663917178413</id><published>2011-06-27T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T06:26:33.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Hungry...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I took pictures of my friends baby yesterday- and though we were all smitten by this sleepy baby- one little girl asked several times, with those big beautiful brown eyes, "Mom- can I hold her?" She didn't leave us alone for a minute while we took pictures, and I know that if Amy would have wanted to leave baby Bella with us, Ali would have been in heaven.  I may not be baby hungry, but we'll borrow itty-bitties anytime! I've got an amazing little future baby-sitter on my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zr3QlwvKeZY/TgiEQS7SYRI/AAAAAAAABpU/llQfpJ63H7Y/s1600/IMGP6583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zr3QlwvKeZY/TgiEQS7SYRI/AAAAAAAABpU/llQfpJ63H7Y/s400/IMGP6583.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3ywK_xVE2Y/TgiEZfEUz7I/AAAAAAAABpY/MSil-y34Jlc/s1600/BellaLou7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3ywK_xVE2Y/TgiEZfEUz7I/AAAAAAAABpY/MSil-y34Jlc/s400/BellaLou7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7629210663917178413?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7629210663917178413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7629210663917178413&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7629210663917178413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7629210663917178413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-hungry.html' title='Baby Hungry...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zr3QlwvKeZY/TgiEQS7SYRI/AAAAAAAABpU/llQfpJ63H7Y/s72-c/IMGP6583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-5118246295451312612</id><published>2011-06-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:40:38.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does MY garden GROW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwclxdsYifw/TgapDIek5_I/AAAAAAAABm8/jGOop26CZQ8/s1600/IMGP6563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwclxdsYifw/TgapDIek5_I/AAAAAAAABm8/jGOop26CZQ8/s400/IMGP6563.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAddj4YoK1s/TgapGQb4iXI/AAAAAAAABnA/uvDnux645Q0/s1600/IMGP6569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAddj4YoK1s/TgapGQb4iXI/AAAAAAAABnA/uvDnux645Q0/s400/IMGP6569.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many blossoms on the 2 plants I bought this year- and look!&amp;nbsp; Little zucchini already!&amp;nbsp; They aren't much bigger than 2 inches or so, but there are tons already!&amp;nbsp; Hope the neighbors are ready!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbA5QOLK9Ow/TgapAaThKeI/AAAAAAAABm4/Ds9Cy_QO5DY/s1600/IMGP6560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbA5QOLK9Ow/TgapAaThKeI/AAAAAAAABm4/Ds9Cy_QO5DY/s400/IMGP6560.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All right...I cheated a little.  I tried the seed thing last year, and the plants were pretty good, though the tomatoes could have been a lot better.  I decided this year to buy the plants from the nursery, and I've decided I'll do it that way, at least for tomatoes, from now on.  I already have zucchini and tomatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtBAo0dGyFA/TgapN0UQC5I/AAAAAAAABnQ/Hvg2QER1iV8/s1600/IMGP6581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtBAo0dGyFA/TgapN0UQC5I/AAAAAAAABnQ/Hvg2QER1iV8/s320/IMGP6581.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wg4q9aAY6ds/TgapNH_8pXI/AAAAAAAABnM/NaXYFeWL0Yw/s1600/IMGP6578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wg4q9aAY6ds/TgapNH_8pXI/AAAAAAAABnM/NaXYFeWL0Yw/s320/IMGP6578.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4eiQGP29Dc/TgapKm7CFlI/AAAAAAAABnI/9ZOnHgk_ya8/s1600/IMGP6576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4eiQGP29Dc/TgapKm7CFlI/AAAAAAAABnI/9ZOnHgk_ya8/s320/IMGP6576.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wr9dv-wNI0w/TgapIbxwVAI/AAAAAAAABnE/kf3arJMSixs/s1600/IMGP6572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wr9dv-wNI0w/TgapIbxwVAI/AAAAAAAABnE/kf3arJMSixs/s320/IMGP6572.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the flowers!&amp;nbsp; They look so good and it's just starting!&amp;nbsp; My summer flowers are all white and yellow- I didn't try to do it that way, and I really want to add some color, but they are so pretty- I don't know if I want to move stuff around to fit more color!&amp;nbsp; I'll take more pictures when they fill in more, but I'm so excited with how pretty they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-5118246295451312612?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5118246295451312612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=5118246295451312612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5118246295451312612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5118246295451312612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-does-my-garden-grow.html' title='How does MY garden GROW!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwclxdsYifw/TgapDIek5_I/AAAAAAAABm8/jGOop26CZQ8/s72-c/IMGP6563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-9011331035372222110</id><published>2011-06-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:33:52.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmallows and Night Games...</title><content type='html'>Finally, my kids are getting a taste of summer.  I can't believe it's already almost July, and the weather is just barely getting consistent!  Not only that, but the mosquitoes have been bad enough that going outside at dusk isn't even worth it.  This is what we did last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOUPj-f1wyQ/TgTV1obZHxI/AAAAAAAABmo/Jwn7X8k6uvY/s1600/IMGP6531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOUPj-f1wyQ/TgTV1obZHxI/AAAAAAAABmo/Jwn7X8k6uvY/s400/IMGP6531.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave it to Ali to get it in her hair!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMw66XhAsk4/TgTVx8xUeTI/AAAAAAAABmk/5QyeEdZGKLk/s1600/IMGP6526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMw66XhAsk4/TgTVx8xUeTI/AAAAAAAABmk/5QyeEdZGKLk/s400/IMGP6526.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDzuRgLd2Ys/TgTVtwn9jEI/AAAAAAAABmc/NCO2YjYu7fg/s1600/IMGP6515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDzuRgLd2Ys/TgTVtwn9jEI/AAAAAAAABmc/NCO2YjYu7fg/s400/IMGP6515.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grT7P_ZEmyU/TgTV7ZF8p6I/AAAAAAAABm0/iLsVXq_JCNs/s1600/IMGP6553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grT7P_ZEmyU/TgTV7ZF8p6I/AAAAAAAABm0/iLsVXq_JCNs/s400/IMGP6553.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFnC04244Gk/TgTV4lUxdSI/AAAAAAAABmw/9C7kceIC1jc/s1600/IMGP6542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFnC04244Gk/TgTV4lUxdSI/AAAAAAAABmw/9C7kceIC1jc/s400/IMGP6542.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our next door neighbors, Lindsay- above, and Dillon below.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdF1JFgJ2-4/TgTVwGQxuQI/AAAAAAAABmg/udW121JtDJQ/s1600/IMGP6519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdF1JFgJ2-4/TgTVwGQxuQI/AAAAAAAABmg/udW121JtDJQ/s400/IMGP6519.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgjeVpvP5vc/TgTV3vaGx-I/AAAAAAAABms/qe5bd3tLDQQ/s1600/IMGP6533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgjeVpvP5vc/TgTV3vaGx-I/AAAAAAAABms/qe5bd3tLDQQ/s400/IMGP6533.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-9011331035372222110?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9011331035372222110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=9011331035372222110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9011331035372222110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9011331035372222110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/06/marshmallows-and-night-games.html' title='Marshmallows and Night Games...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOUPj-f1wyQ/TgTV1obZHxI/AAAAAAAABmo/Jwn7X8k6uvY/s72-c/IMGP6531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-554947136090440304</id><published>2011-06-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:14:37.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really was an uneventful day around the house.  We just hung out all day- being lazy- watching the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEtZ9611Mss/TgAoLK4d_pI/AAAAAAAABmY/AlND-c2kOmI/s1600/IMGP6286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEtZ9611Mss/TgAoLK4d_pI/AAAAAAAABmY/AlND-c2kOmI/s400/IMGP6286.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND THEN...we made shrimp, and CRAB and steamed green beans and potatoes for dinner.&amp;nbsp; It was sooooo good.&amp;nbsp; (We were enjoying a little Spongebob at the time of this picture...I know you're jealous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-554947136090440304?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/554947136090440304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=554947136090440304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/554947136090440304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/554947136090440304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-really-was-uneventful-day-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEtZ9611Mss/TgAoLK4d_pI/AAAAAAAABmY/AlND-c2kOmI/s72-c/IMGP6286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-6341446788957788267</id><published>2011-06-16T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:07:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;It's proving to be an eventful and costly summer already.&amp;nbsp; Our jet ski's have been getting fixed, Ali needs a tooth pulled, and I am paying for day care once again.&amp;nbsp; I would have never expected to get a call asking me to come home on Monday- and even then, I would have thought it was Ali that had done something to herself-&amp;nbsp; but noooo.... this is what I cam home to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnVemlyJ_H8/TfoMOVdDwJI/AAAAAAAABmQ/BULj6Ka1SbI/s1600/Gage3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnVemlyJ_H8/TfoMOVdDwJI/AAAAAAAABmQ/BULj6Ka1SbI/s400/Gage3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0sMSXoHepQ/TfoMMDNzS6I/AAAAAAAABmM/6mQyQT_2K4U/s1600/Gage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0sMSXoHepQ/TfoMMDNzS6I/AAAAAAAABmM/6mQyQT_2K4U/s400/Gage2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7eSkap3ipk/TfoMHRnFDVI/AAAAAAAABmI/nSgIk1U7Kf4/s1600/Gage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7eSkap3ipk/TfoMHRnFDVI/AAAAAAAABmI/nSgIk1U7Kf4/s400/Gage1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one miserable kid...it seems like today it's gotten worse.&amp;nbsp; He wakes me up in the middle of the night or at the butt-crack of dawn needing something to make it feel better!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQ3Ez9f2vXM/TfoMQ3bm41I/AAAAAAAABmU/CZFL7LMG1cQ/s1600/Gage4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQ3Ez9f2vXM/TfoMQ3bm41I/AAAAAAAABmU/CZFL7LMG1cQ/s400/Gage4.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was yesterday- the dentist "created" a bridge to hold the broken tooth in by gluing a steri-strip to the two teeth on the side of the one that got hit.  He's decided he really doesn't want braces!  The cut on his chin (almost) went all the way through and there is another one on his lip you can't see as well because of the swelling.  Poor guy!  {Poor Mom too!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-6341446788957788267?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6341446788957788267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=6341446788957788267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6341446788957788267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6341446788957788267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/06/toothless.html' title='Toothless...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnVemlyJ_H8/TfoMOVdDwJI/AAAAAAAABmQ/BULj6Ka1SbI/s72-c/Gage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1905434745746635141</id><published>2011-06-10T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:55:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYfc-MMii6Q/TfL0VzWUfoI/AAAAAAAABk8/sjOzem0akKo/s1600/IMGP5850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYfc-MMii6Q/TfL0VzWUfoI/AAAAAAAABk8/sjOzem0akKo/s400/IMGP5850.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFhlvOktiMk/TfL0eaDQ-zI/AAAAAAAABlE/yF2QD8uwBJY/s1600/IMGP5847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFhlvOktiMk/TfL0eaDQ-zI/AAAAAAAABlE/yF2QD8uwBJY/s400/IMGP5847.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yggx8-vNX-4/TfL0nvghitI/AAAAAAAABlI/LptpZJHjdr0/s1600/IMGP5898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yggx8-vNX-4/TfL0nvghitI/AAAAAAAABlI/LptpZJHjdr0/s400/IMGP5898.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5fnil9PmPU/TfL0sTYTcQI/AAAAAAAABlM/nvZci0HTkzs/s1600/IMGP5903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5fnil9PmPU/TfL0sTYTcQI/AAAAAAAABlM/nvZci0HTkzs/s400/IMGP5903.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik1Tpxppp68/TfL0yfs62CI/AAAAAAAABlQ/6uD-TqrQcqM/s1600/IMGP5950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik1Tpxppp68/TfL0yfs62CI/AAAAAAAABlQ/6uD-TqrQcqM/s400/IMGP5950.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is official.  We're still trying to regulate up here in the basin- it's cold, it's hot, it's WINDY...of course.  But today was a beautiful day.  I've been working a TON lately, and the little time I have with my kids, I'm doing my best to LIVE IT UP! Today we went to the splash park- the kids had so much fun!  They played, they got wet, and they got sunburned!  Afterwards, we came home and found more water to play in!  Isn't that what summer is about?  And how about those mosquitoes?  Every year I can't believe how bad they are.  Every year I look at the ravaged skin of my beautiful little ones and wonder how on earth it could be any worse!  We've had the fogging truck come through the neighborhood once, but it didn't seem to help at all.  They are horrible!  Despite the bites and burns, it's so hard to get the kids in for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmJsYUCcgks/TfL04NFojsI/AAAAAAAABlU/OcYClJWxCm4/s1600/IMGP5961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmJsYUCcgks/TfL04NFojsI/AAAAAAAABlU/OcYClJWxCm4/s400/IMGP5961.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1905434745746635141?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1905434745746635141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1905434745746635141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1905434745746635141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1905434745746635141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYfc-MMii6Q/TfL0VzWUfoI/AAAAAAAABk8/sjOzem0akKo/s72-c/IMGP5850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7157551562221470957</id><published>2011-05-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:02:53.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Make-Up Test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HAYSvfhLC8/TeRoIQODgGI/AAAAAAAABkA/qcOL-HpiGpU/s1600/100_6810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HAYSvfhLC8/TeRoIQODgGI/AAAAAAAABkA/qcOL-HpiGpU/s400/100_6810.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSv-PFJmJ58/TeRoKBYiy-I/AAAAAAAABkE/v6td60lU5vU/s1600/100_6807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSv-PFJmJ58/TeRoKBYiy-I/AAAAAAAABkE/v6td60lU5vU/s400/100_6807.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QF3t4f1B4c4/TeRoMTXLGwI/AAAAAAAABkI/VQsqOHKP008/s1600/100_6808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QF3t4f1B4c4/TeRoMTXLGwI/AAAAAAAABkI/VQsqOHKP008/s400/100_6808.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Gx8R495L0/TeRoS_JaNiI/AAAAAAAABkM/clJnBgZ0qRE/s1600/100_6801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Gx8R495L0/TeRoS_JaNiI/AAAAAAAABkM/clJnBgZ0qRE/s400/100_6801.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow.  I remember wanting to play with make-up. I remember wanting to wear blue eye shadow (cause it shows up the best, and hey...Barbie does it...) I remember wanting to wear lip stick... but I don't remember being &lt;i&gt;allowed&lt;/i&gt; to.&amp;nbsp; Now I understand why.&amp;nbsp; If you think these girls look bad, you should have seen my bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7157551562221470957?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7157551562221470957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7157551562221470957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7157551562221470957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7157551562221470957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/05/make-up-test.html' title='A Make-Up Test...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HAYSvfhLC8/TeRoIQODgGI/AAAAAAAABkA/qcOL-HpiGpU/s72-c/100_6810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2055764315240310078</id><published>2011-05-28T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:37:58.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A . MA . ZING!</title><content type='html'>I have to admit...I am a VERY lucky girl, but I'm feeling especially lucky for this one.  It was a birthday present, an absolutely amazing gift from my mom and dad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PguyayAdWr0/TeGvaZr5jPI/AAAAAAAABj8/yXxZe_8F5zo/s1600/les-miserables.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PguyayAdWr0/TeGvaZr5jPI/AAAAAAAABj8/yXxZe_8F5zo/s320/les-miserables.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've known the words to this entire musical since I was a kid.&amp;nbsp; My mom used to play the soundtrack and sing the songs all the time while I grew up.&amp;nbsp; I knew the story top to bottom, but never expected to experience it first hand!&amp;nbsp; I wish I could describe it any other way, but it was such an amazing gift!&amp;nbsp; Thank you mom and dad! I was so moved by the music, and the story- so impressed by the talent of the cast- It was beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2055764315240310078?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2055764315240310078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2055764315240310078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2055764315240310078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2055764315240310078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/05/ma-zing.html' title='A . MA . ZING!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PguyayAdWr0/TeGvaZr5jPI/AAAAAAAABj8/yXxZe_8F5zo/s72-c/les-miserables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2393557476902190905</id><published>2011-05-17T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:54:22.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime!</title><content type='html'>Spring and I have a love/hate relationship.  It loves to mess with me, and I hate it.  I actually love that the days are getting longer, the sun makes it's presence known every once in a while, and the flowers are blooming- but my favorite thing about spring is the rain.  I've always maintained that I could be very happy living back in Oregon permanently.  I love the rain.  I love the green, I love the smell and now that I'm so involved with photography- I LOVE the light!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy-5PA64XU0/TdMlwO1x6sI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2t2I7saevGs/s1600/Psht1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy-5PA64XU0/TdMlwO1x6sI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2t2I7saevGs/s400/Psht1.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ali went to school in the rain the other day and when she came home she was upset because she'd been left out at recess.  Apparently, she didn't fit with all the other girls under the umbrella.  Well, mommy can't have that!  I couldn't decide if it was more the look in her eyes, or the zebra print umbrella that broke me.  Whatever the case, now Ali gets to decide who "fits" under HER umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZrajWlD3BU/TdMluXfyrOI/AAAAAAAABjM/mKf5Dn3VxXI/s1600/Beans1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZrajWlD3BU/TdMluXfyrOI/AAAAAAAABjM/mKf5Dn3VxXI/s400/Beans1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never shared a picture of my Mothers Day present.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to this every year... Jon did such a great job this year- these are my favorite ones yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qd3AOxlTsc/TdMmf604bFI/AAAAAAAABjU/L0AwZjnBlFA/s1600/mothersday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qd3AOxlTsc/TdMmf604bFI/AAAAAAAABjU/L0AwZjnBlFA/s400/mothersday2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And as pretty as they are already- I can't wait to see how well they fill in through the summer!&amp;nbsp; (If we can keep them alive!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2393557476902190905?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2393557476902190905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2393557476902190905&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2393557476902190905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2393557476902190905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/05/springtime.html' title='Springtime!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy-5PA64XU0/TdMlwO1x6sI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2t2I7saevGs/s72-c/Psht1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7702400430177424265</id><published>2011-05-08T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:22:15.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rough" Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLxcAAsb4vQ/Tcdqg4-uJRI/AAAAAAAABgk/O0bp1ULAvq0/s1600/IMGP3322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLxcAAsb4vQ/Tcdqg4-uJRI/AAAAAAAABgk/O0bp1ULAvq0/s320/IMGP3322.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually, my day was awesome!  I slept late- woke up to a clean house, breakfast made and good moods all around!  Jon asked me what I wanted to do- and I knew right away, I wanted to go up to the dam at Flaming Gorge and see the water coming out of the dam- it's amazing!  We drove up- looked around for a while, ate a picnic lunch in the beautiful weather and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHlZ3Fla-7E/Tcdqb5oRQQI/AAAAAAAABgg/mW5Z6XJMZpE/s1600/IMGP3328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHlZ3Fla-7E/Tcdqb5oRQQI/AAAAAAAABgg/mW5Z6XJMZpE/s400/IMGP3328.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jon took a left turn at anywhere but Albuquerque! &amp;nbsp; It scared us to death (me and the kids) but we had such a fun time! &amp;nbsp;We went up a road closed to all vehicles except "Jeeps." &amp;nbsp;Ha... and Land Rovers! &amp;nbsp;All I could think of was- Please don't let us roll! &amp;nbsp;Please keep my kids safe! &amp;nbsp;Please don't scratch the car! &amp;nbsp;But really, all anxiety aside, it was such a rush! &amp;nbsp;I wish the pictures could do it justice! &amp;nbsp;This one shows what the road looked like from our view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pgzq_kQFQo/TcdrioDLWGI/AAAAAAAABgo/UKf7KDUJqX4/s1600/IMGP3334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pgzq_kQFQo/TcdrioDLWGI/AAAAAAAABgo/UKf7KDUJqX4/s400/IMGP3334.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anxiety? &amp;nbsp;I think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone was able to enjoy their mothers day! &amp;nbsp;Especially my amazing mom! &amp;nbsp;I love you so much! &amp;nbsp;I don't think I'd be the person I am without such an amazing example in my life! &amp;nbsp;Anxiety and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7702400430177424265?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7702400430177424265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7702400430177424265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7702400430177424265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7702400430177424265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/05/rough-day.html' title='&quot;Rough&quot; Day...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLxcAAsb4vQ/Tcdqg4-uJRI/AAAAAAAABgk/O0bp1ULAvq0/s72-c/IMGP3322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3577498914681601161</id><published>2011-05-05T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:34:29.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Hours Later...</title><content type='html'>Of all the people in this bedroom that should be "sawing logs" it's me.  But- NOOOOO, Jon is sleeping SOUNDLY in the bed while I sit here being serenaded by his nose.  It's not that bad, I've heard so much worse... but needless to say, it's keeping me from being able to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also hard cause I just got home from work an hour ago.  We had another "big sale" today, and had to be in at 10 this morning...I don't know that I was prepared to be there till 10 tonight, but it did go by rather quickly, and we were pretty successful!  12 hours is a LONG workday by any means, and I should be feeling it tonight, but I'm having a hard time falling asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an eventful week!  Last Saturday Jon's mom, my sisters-in-law and I all traveled to Park City to meet Jon's cousins and Aunt (I had never met) for lunch.  It was such a fun time...trying to pack all those years of catching up into one afternoon was impossible though, and I can't wait to get to know these absolutely hilarious and amazing women even better!  We had so much fun, and spent our lunch gabbing so much that we were just leaving when the dinner rush was starting!  They are all from Oregon, which gives me yet another excuse to go back to visit my second favorite state! (Hawaii is the first...did you really think it was Utah?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali got my cold, and has fought through it like the trooper she's always been.  We were talking the other day about how much easier she's been lately, and it's true!  Though I don't have as many funny stories to tell, life is much easier when Ali is sweet.  I love the little heathen either way, but it has been nice to take it easy!  Monday, Duane and Gerry came to town to visit.  Duane stayed at our house and we had a great time catching up!  I'm glad I didn't drive him nuts- we spent the whole day together on Tuesday- Jon was at work!  It was so fun to see them- and if you're reading this either one of you- You guys made the kids day!  They have both been so entertained!  Thank you for being so generous!  It makes my day to see them so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides working four days at Western Living this week, I have 4 photo shoots to edit and 3 more scheduled to take.  It's so nice that people think of me for these things, and I couldn't be happier!  I have set a goal with photography though, never to make a client wait more than a week for photo's- unless it's a wedding, in which case I need some extra time!  I'll be editing a lot in the next couple days! (These are a few pics from the sessions I'm currently working on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_F4aXlJL_k/TcOF9-U71YI/AAAAAAAABgA/eDhWnHe5V98/s1600/Whitney-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_F4aXlJL_k/TcOF9-U71YI/AAAAAAAABgA/eDhWnHe5V98/s400/Whitney-1.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpINLkkqE7o/TcOGTd5AbLI/AAAAAAAABgM/Yh8_26elfUs/s1600/IMGP1683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpINLkkqE7o/TcOGTd5AbLI/AAAAAAAABgM/Yh8_26elfUs/s400/IMGP1683.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmOy7FtbohU/TcOGPVlaBKI/AAAAAAAABgI/lucnI4pakeg/s1600/Amy-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmOy7FtbohU/TcOGPVlaBKI/AAAAAAAABgI/lucnI4pakeg/s400/Amy-4.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zESYIHA171c/TcOF-iCLpVI/AAAAAAAABgE/sCv6belzf_o/s1600/Jessica3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zESYIHA171c/TcOF-iCLpVI/AAAAAAAABgE/sCv6belzf_o/s400/Jessica3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm feeling my eye lids getting heavy, now might be a good time to crawl back into bed and roll Jon over...night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3577498914681601161?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3577498914681601161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3577498914681601161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3577498914681601161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3577498914681601161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/05/12-hours-later.html' title='12 Hours Later...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_F4aXlJL_k/TcOF9-U71YI/AAAAAAAABgA/eDhWnHe5V98/s72-c/Whitney-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7328498274867031616</id><published>2011-04-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:09:44.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Confidence...</title><content type='html'>There have been few things in my life that make me a more confident individual.  I can feign confidence pretty well- it's my job to "act" the part cause people expect it of me when I'm working.  I know a bit about furniture, design, and I'm learning more and more about photography.  But watching my son develop his confidence is so completely hilarious- I have to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a "love-note" he wrote tonight- Dear Zoey... it went on- telling her he has always loved her...since the first grade!- that she is like a star in the sky...wow.  He told me today that he blew her a kiss and she smiled at him...so tomorrow- he's going to just go right up to her and tell her that he loves her.  He even said, "Mom, that's the closest I will have ever been to her!"  Heaven help me!  What do I do?  Derail his new found confidence and tell him to spare himself the embarrassment?  The girl is a FOURTH grader!  Live and learn, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same subject, I made it through the wedding, and can safely say it was a complete success.  My only problem now is weeding out the "not perfect" shots and narrowing down the 860 photo's to a more reasonable number.  I don't want to get rid of any of them!  I'm only into it about 15 pictures so far...but it's going to be great...here's a cute one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoAWOaJAQqw/TbuZXkD8_zI/AAAAAAAABf8/FFyehH6sfRI/s1600/Amy-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoAWOaJAQqw/TbuZXkD8_zI/AAAAAAAABf8/FFyehH6sfRI/s400/Amy-18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the rest are even better!&amp;nbsp; The confidence is growing!&amp;nbsp; I think I love weddings!&amp;nbsp; This was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7328498274867031616?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7328498274867031616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7328498274867031616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7328498274867031616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7328498274867031616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/04/building-confidence.html' title='Building Confidence...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoAWOaJAQqw/TbuZXkD8_zI/AAAAAAAABf8/FFyehH6sfRI/s72-c/Amy-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-9096536954514801167</id><published>2011-04-27T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:13:53.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE2-A2gDXRQ/TbjpSH-7zuI/AAAAAAAABfg/6zTOPmHpl4g/s1600/IMGP1929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE2-A2gDXRQ/TbjpSH-7zuI/AAAAAAAABfg/6zTOPmHpl4g/s400/IMGP1929.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm beginning to stress.  Tomorrow is my first first wedding to photograph...ceremony and all.  I'm excited- I know it'll be fun, but it's such a "one-shot" deal, and it gets a little nerve wracking when so many people are depending on me to do it perfectly.  I spent some time at the reception center where the wedding will take place tonight during their rehearsal- and I could feel their excitement!  No pressure though!  Wish me luck mom- since you're the only one that reads this anymore! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-9096536954514801167?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9096536954514801167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=9096536954514801167&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9096536954514801167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9096536954514801167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/04/nerves.html' title='Nerves...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE2-A2gDXRQ/TbjpSH-7zuI/AAAAAAAABfg/6zTOPmHpl4g/s72-c/IMGP1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7148423451702154408</id><published>2011-04-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:14:02.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son Does the Splits...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Gage has talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxaOG5RmcSY/TbelIX-zvPI/AAAAAAAABfE/xyqhNefGGR0/s1600/IMGP1618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxaOG5RmcSY/TbelIX-zvPI/AAAAAAAABfE/xyqhNefGGR0/s400/IMGP1618.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7mA1fTFAEU/TbelR8t7GwI/AAAAAAAABfI/emUy1zYdtOo/s1600/IMGP1619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7mA1fTFAEU/TbelR8t7GwI/AAAAAAAABfI/emUy1zYdtOo/s400/IMGP1619.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfS8hMgKzKA/Tbek-5VWzbI/AAAAAAAABfA/_R_EBhT_cJ4/s1600/IMGP1617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfS8hMgKzKA/Tbek-5VWzbI/AAAAAAAABfA/_R_EBhT_cJ4/s400/IMGP1617.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when Gage watches Karate Kid or Kung Fu Panda.&amp;nbsp; He thinks he's invincible, and practices the chinese splits while doing some form of self-taught tai chi.&amp;nbsp; He's convinced himself he's quite good at it too, and though he only has a little ways to go before he's actually all the way down- I'm not seeing it happening in the really near future.&amp;nbsp; I love this though- he's always good for a laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7148423451702154408?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7148423451702154408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7148423451702154408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7148423451702154408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7148423451702154408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-son-does-splits.html' title='My Son Does the Splits...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxaOG5RmcSY/TbelIX-zvPI/AAAAAAAABfE/xyqhNefGGR0/s72-c/IMGP1618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8233395585370661564</id><published>2011-04-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:24:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1IYxZ0MKvY/TbTaMqusspI/AAAAAAAABe4/ncK7Y9sk_Ys/s1600/IMGP1628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1IYxZ0MKvY/TbTaMqusspI/AAAAAAAABe4/ncK7Y9sk_Ys/s400/IMGP1628.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Easter couldn't have been a more beautiful day.  It's been a little cold, but the rain always makes things so clean and fresh- and whenever I think of the Savior stepping out of the tomb, that's what I think of.  Fresh, clean, with the smell of new rain lingering in the air.  It's a beautiful holiday- and I was grateful to spend it with my family.  I took a few pictures of my front flower bed.&amp;nbsp; It's exciting to me this year, my tulips are growing tall for the first time ever!&amp;nbsp; Usually they are stunted- I've never been able to figure out why, but I'm assuming it's the amount of water they've gotten this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBMCCv8aIM0/TbTafu86nuI/AAAAAAAABe8/ZKZsSRQrrYo/s1600/IMGP1636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBMCCv8aIM0/TbTafu86nuI/AAAAAAAABe8/ZKZsSRQrrYo/s640/IMGP1636.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iSHknrGjYOI/TbTZ7N4VWoI/AAAAAAAABe0/KQAUf7SQxoU/s1600/IMGP1627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iSHknrGjYOI/TbTZ7N4VWoI/AAAAAAAABe0/KQAUf7SQxoU/s640/IMGP1627.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwrYaNAy_ug/TbTZoyi1NvI/AAAAAAAABew/UqyxGVgfalQ/s1600/IMGP1626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwrYaNAy_ug/TbTZoyi1NvI/AAAAAAAABew/UqyxGVgfalQ/s400/IMGP1626.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8233395585370661564?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8233395585370661564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8233395585370661564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8233395585370661564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8233395585370661564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/04/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1IYxZ0MKvY/TbTaMqusspI/AAAAAAAABe4/ncK7Y9sk_Ys/s72-c/IMGP1628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4380825333615765273</id><published>2011-04-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:31:40.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>I've been putting off posting because I haven't taken any cute pictures of my own family lately.  I've taken a TON of pictures though...it's kept me incredibly busy.  That, and I've taken on a new design project- a 3500 square foot beautiful home with so much potential, and SO MUCH SPACE!  It's no wonder the homeowner got a little overwhelmed! Besides work, I've got a wonderfully challenging calling at church.  I am the only compassionate service leader in our ward, I currently have more than 10 ladies expecting babies, a baby that was just born c-section, a lady on bed rest and one that is so sick she is puking every 10 minutes!  I am scheduling two meals a day, every day until told otherwise!  I'm so glad softball is starting again, it's definitely a way to clear my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got a card in the mail from Ali's teacher.  I have to say I was a little nervous, but I figured she would just call me if there was a problem- why go out of her way to send me something in the mail?  It was a very nice note, telling me how good she had been on a particular day- yes, apparently it's a noteworthy situation when she's good!!!  It was nice to hear it though- I think the teacher knew I needed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Senior season with photography- and while I don't do a ton, I love taking pictures of teenagers...if they want their pictures taken.  I haven't met one yet that wasn't photogenic- and I've had a ton of fun with it...this is a photo from my last session- this gorgeous girls mom is a very close friend to Jon and I- and I appreciate so much that she thought of me to do this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zuJ_WyLx2Y/TauvAzATOhI/AAAAAAAABeo/OvX2QhHOA4A/s1600/IMGP1205ps.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="29" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zuJ_WyLx2Y/TauvAzATOhI/AAAAAAAABeo/OvX2QhHOA4A/s400/IMGP1205ps.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I really shouldn't post any bridals publicly until after the wedding, I'll have more to share after the 28th of April.  I love bridals too- there is nothing like a blushing bride to show off your photographic abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latest photoshoot I actually had help with.  I would have had a very hard time posing all of these kids on my own!  My neighbor and fellow photographer, Jana, came along and made it so much easier!  Thank you Jana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQifXOCbl_Q/TauwZNw6ikI/AAAAAAAABes/PLRRZXfN1Ps/s1600/IMGP1395.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="30" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQifXOCbl_Q/TauwZNw6ikI/AAAAAAAABes/PLRRZXfN1Ps/s400/IMGP1395.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="31" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4380825333615765273?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4380825333615765273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4380825333615765273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4380825333615765273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4380825333615765273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/04/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zuJ_WyLx2Y/TauvAzATOhI/AAAAAAAABeo/OvX2QhHOA4A/s72-c/IMGP1205ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3724934822579901651</id><published>2011-04-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:03:42.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwqcjnCp1xM/TZ1D4pfhmiI/AAAAAAAABeA/2ACMD9RJCkY/s1600/IMGP0626.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="13" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwqcjnCp1xM/TZ1D4pfhmiI/AAAAAAAABeA/2ACMD9RJCkY/s400/IMGP0626.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It all started when Gage wanted to ride his dirt bike on Sunday.  Jon told him no, because it was so cold and windy, and Gage then proceeded to have a conniption fit to where he actually kicked a hole in my living room wall!  He is usually very easy going, agreeable, and obedient...but something went off inside that little 9 year old brain of his, and the "Tucker Temper" reared it's ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching him a little more closely lately, worried that this beast inside of him is going to frequent us more often, but so far- so good.  Maybe being grounded from riding his dirt bike was enough to get him to keep that temper in check- and after dealing with "that" Gage, I was pleasantly surprised tonight to receive a call from his teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing was the look on Gage's face when he saw her name on the caller ID.  He was obviously nervous and his eyes widened to the size of golf balls.  He looked at me and asked, "Am I in trouble?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...(yet another proud mommy moment) his teacher (whom I have LOVED) just called to tell me how much she loves having Gage in her class, and how lucky we should consider ourselves that he's ours.  She reminded me how talented and smart he is, and read me a birthday card Gage had carefully typed out for her- such a sweetheart.  He's reading the "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" books right now, but whenever they go to the library, he checks out any book having to do with leopards- (his FAVORITE animal.)  He is starting a fund for trees.  Yes...he's collecting money so he can buy more trees for the leopards to live in, many of their species are becoming extinct.  Now you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that impress me with this kid.  He's a natural at everything.  Right now his passion is basketball.  He loves to play- in fact, tonight he came home from scouts and complained because everyone told him he needed to pass the ball.  He told me- "Mom...they kept passing it to me, so OBVIOUSLY they wanted me to have it, right?"  Hmmmm... a little more competitive than I thought?  But what killed me was his vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he knows these big words, and actually uses them correctly?&amp;nbsp; Just the other day when he called me at work, I told him that I had to go, because there were a hundred people in the store, and he said, "literally?" It actually took me off guard...I can imagine something like "for reals?" or even, "seriously?" but literally?&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; He's such a little stud- cute as can be.&amp;nbsp; I really don't mind if he's an animal loving nerdy boy that doesn't date till after his mission...but I'm thinking I may not be so lucky.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine?&amp;nbsp; He'll be a senior in High School when Ali is a Sophomore.&amp;nbsp; There are going to be some parties going on at our house...and who knows- maybe my kids will actually like each other by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3724934822579901651?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3724934822579901651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3724934822579901651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3724934822579901651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3724934822579901651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/04/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwqcjnCp1xM/TZ1D4pfhmiI/AAAAAAAABeA/2ACMD9RJCkY/s72-c/IMGP0626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3799747342325609023</id><published>2011-03-31T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:02:48.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31- The Best Thing About Being Me...</title><content type='html'>The best thing about being me?  If I could sum it up in one word, it would be a REALLY BIG WORD!  I love being me!!  I love being part of a wonderful family, having my amazing kids, and being married to a wonderful husband.  I have a head FULL of amazing memories- a brilliant future to look forward to and some pretty amazing GREEN eyes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being me, to experience the things I get to experience through my hobbies and talents.  To be able to enjoy creativity and get better at the things I love.  I'm so blessed to be given the abilities that I have and I'm so grateful for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being me, because I have amazing family members, wonderful friends, the Gospel, and so many other things that make me-me. Hopefully I can keep up with the daily blogging, but there probably won't be anything too interesting for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3799747342325609023?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3799747342325609023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3799747342325609023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3799747342325609023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3799747342325609023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-31-best-thing-about-being-me.html' title='Day 31- The Best Thing About Being Me...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1787338826999719418</id><published>2011-03-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:22:21.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30- My Favorite Song...</title><content type='html'>I've been avoiding anything too personal this whole month.  I wrote so many things and didn't post them cause they hit a nerve- so I erased them and instead posted something I felt more comfortable with.  But for this day- and such a simple task- "Your Favorite Song"  I'm going there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because music is such a pivotal part of my life, I think I'm affected by the things I hear and the memories they evoke in a way not many others are.  One song brings back so many memories, that even to think about it makes me cry.  When I hear "It's a Wonderful World" when anyone sings it...flood gates: OPEN FOR BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my family knows where it comes from- the same place "Daisy, Daisy" and "Oh Patashay" comes from.  My Grandma used to sing it to me all the time.  I hear her voice sing it whenever it comes on... it doesn't matter who it is on the radio- I hear my Grandma.  There are so many memories!  It's such a trigger to hear it- and I love it, but in some cases, I've had to change the station, or skip the song on the CD, because the inevitable is sure to happen.  It's been almost 8 years that my Grandma has been gone, and it seems like just yesterday she was sitting at the counter at my parents house with a huge smile and that fiery red hair.  I miss her so much!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many songs that could fulfill this task on a less personal level, but when I think about my favorite song, I always think of "It's a Wonderful World" first.  It's not even the song, not even the words...it's the memory it triggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1787338826999719418?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1787338826999719418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1787338826999719418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1787338826999719418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1787338826999719418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-30-my-favorite-song.html' title='Day 30- My Favorite Song...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1682400552728765758</id><published>2011-03-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:25:44.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29- What Have I Learned This Month...</title><content type='html'>This challenge has been a little eye-opening.  I've learned a little about me- and I've shared along the way.  I've learned that I have an issue with taking pictures of myself.  I've learned that I don't have pictures of me with my friends...I've tried to be creative and change up my answers to each question, but I can honestly say, I could have answered most of them with a picture, or a story about my family.  I've learned that my best friends are my family, the things that make me happy are my family, my favorite places to be are with my family- and even though there are so many different things out there that are a part of me, my favorite things are my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning about me all the time.  I learn from successes and mistakes.  I think it's been a good thing, getting to know myself better, and I would recommend it to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1682400552728765758?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1682400552728765758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1682400552728765758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1682400552728765758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1682400552728765758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-29-what-have-i-learned-this-month.html' title='Day 29- What Have I Learned This Month...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1332553899293432638</id><published>2011-03-28T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:51:39.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28- Pictures of Me, Last Year and This Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4QRJOIHZSwA/TZE4rBfTmOI/AAAAAAAABdc/O0ZN4SnTvOU/s1600/100_0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="98" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4QRJOIHZSwA/TZE4rBfTmOI/AAAAAAAABdc/O0ZN4SnTvOU/s400/100_0946.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bF7yh77s9DY/TZE42oATNMI/AAAAAAAABdg/-JRQEZ37JVk/s1600/IMGP9912b.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="99" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bF7yh77s9DY/TZE42oATNMI/AAAAAAAABdg/-JRQEZ37JVk/s400/IMGP9912b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&amp;nbsp; Who takes this many pictures of themselves?&amp;nbsp; This isn't from last year, it's from the last time Gage played soccer, so like 2 years ago.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a big fan of that side of the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how have I changed?&amp;nbsp; Better hair... I really needed to get rid of that ugly bang thng...&amp;nbsp; better wardrobe too- I don't know why I go through such self-deprecating phases.&amp;nbsp; What is with those aviators?&amp;nbsp; I just threw up in my mouth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="100" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1332553899293432638?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1332553899293432638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1332553899293432638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1332553899293432638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1332553899293432638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-28-pictures-of-me-last-year-and.html' title='Day 28- Pictures of Me, Last Year and This Year...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4QRJOIHZSwA/TZE4rBfTmOI/AAAAAAAABdc/O0ZN4SnTvOU/s72-c/100_0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-133966586855864036</id><published>2011-03-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:45:22.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27- Why I'm Doing This...</title><content type='html'>I'm doing the 30 day challenge cause I wanted something to blog about.  This time of year it seems like life gets a little stagnate.  I hadn't had a good reason to blog for a while and needed a little prompting.  I saw the list on a friend of mine's blog and decided I wanted to try it out.  Some of the days have been better than others, and some things got a little repetitive, but it's been fun.  I rarely blog about myself too, and I thought it would be fun for my kids to see a different side of me someday when they look back on this. (Hopefully they do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-133966586855864036?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/133966586855864036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=133966586855864036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/133966586855864036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/133966586855864036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-27-why-im-doing-this.html' title='Day 27- Why I&apos;m Doing This...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-5943674363686921897</id><published>2011-03-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:39:18.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!!!</title><content type='html'>I was so glad to get today off work!  It's not been a great month for sales, and missing a Saturday is a sure fire way to miss part of my paycheck...but nothing could be better than celebrating Gage's birthday today with all of his friends.  We took them to see The Diary of a Wimpy Kid - Rodrick Rules- and it was a blast.  There weren't many of them, Gage opted for a small group of friends, instead of a big one like last year.  Fine by me!  After the movie we came home for donuts and ice cream.  I know, I know...Donuts?  But yes...that's what he wanted.  Funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-i86S0GTcDgc/TY6h6KksuAI/AAAAAAAABc4/r5WBFXt0hL0/s1600/IMGP0089.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="64" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-i86S0GTcDgc/TY6h6KksuAI/AAAAAAAABc4/r5WBFXt0hL0/s400/IMGP0089.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gage's cousin Mitchell is the TALL one...Ean is right behind Gage, and Dallin is on the right.&amp;nbsp; Definitely his best buddies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a new scooter from Ean and a ten dollar bill from Dallin.  He was perfectly happy with that too, until Jon gave him his BIG present.  It's not even his real birthday till Wednesday, but Dad couldn't wait!  Jon made a scavenger hunt for Gage to end up knocking on the garage door from the inside, I opened the door, and he was definitely surprised by what was in the driveway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ljzqsit0Zvs/TY6h9n9Wh2I/AAAAAAAABc8/sPp0zvMo2fE/s1600/IMGP0115.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="65" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ljzqsit0Zvs/TY6h9n9Wh2I/AAAAAAAABc8/sPp0zvMo2fE/s400/IMGP0115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gage couldn't quite wrap his head around this one.&amp;nbsp; Once it hit him that the bike was his, he really started getting excited!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vAvvMTj5q18/TY6iDvuI1lI/AAAAAAAABdA/Uu1NCGuft8w/s1600/IMGP0138.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="66" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vAvvMTj5q18/TY6iDvuI1lI/AAAAAAAABdA/Uu1NCGuft8w/s400/IMGP0138.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I don't know which kid was more excited!&amp;nbsp; Gage, or Jon!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What a spoiled kid!&amp;nbsp; And more to come!&amp;nbsp; We're doing a family dinner at our house tomorrow, and Wednesday I get to take- wait for it- DONUTS to his class and give him the rest of his birthday presents.&amp;nbsp; I know, he doesn't need any more- but I'm excited about the things I got him!&amp;nbsp; It won't hold a candle to a dirt bike... but I'm excited just the same!&amp;nbsp; I love you Gage!&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday, and seriously kid...do not expect this every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="67" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-5943674363686921897?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5943674363686921897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=5943674363686921897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5943674363686921897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5943674363686921897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-i86S0GTcDgc/TY6h6KksuAI/AAAAAAAABc4/r5WBFXt0hL0/s72-c/IMGP0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3551497301023850849</id><published>2011-03-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:38:23.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26- What Do I Think About My Friends...</title><content type='html'>We're winding up this challenge thing, and it's been fun!  I think I've already answered this question before but, I guess it's worth saying again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.  I've learned over the years not to take them for granted.  I've learned that friends are there sometimes when your family can't be, and that is a gift.  Moving to Vernal was one of the hardest things I've done, and now, over 11 years later- I know I'd have lost my mind if I hadn't made so many wonderful friends.  I treasure the relationships I've made here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with some of the best friends anyone could ever have.  Never being very girly, I ended up with a lot of "guy" friends.  I learned from them how to get over things quickly, and not let things offend me so easily... however, having a constant supply of estrogen negates a lot of the lessons learned.  Guys were always good for a laugh or an adventure, but the girl friends I made in childhood are still my friends today.  Nothing replaces a best girl friend... I know that now.  I don't keep in touch with many of the guys I used to hang out with...their wives probably wouldn't appreciate it!  But the girls are there forever.  I'm so glad I made such great friends.  Love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3551497301023850849?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3551497301023850849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3551497301023850849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3551497301023850849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3551497301023850849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-26-what-do-i-think-about-my-friends.html' title='Day 26- What Do I Think About My Friends...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1346119458263065949</id><published>2011-03-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:21:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25- What's In My Bag...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so just the fact that I &lt;i&gt;carry&lt;/i&gt; a purse now days is amazing!  I have never liked them- it just seemed like a clutter catcher to me and a loss of organization, until I realized that I needed to be pickier about the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SN7O17qfphE/TYyjqH8Bg1I/AAAAAAAABcw/WvF_ZyigRjQ/s1600/IMGP0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="20" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SN7O17qfphE/TYyjqH8Bg1I/AAAAAAAABcw/WvF_ZyigRjQ/s400/IMGP0041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enter- my little GREEN bag... I love it!&amp;nbsp; It's the size!&amp;nbsp; I can remain organized and not lose my keys in it!&amp;nbsp; I used to carry such large bags- diaper bag size!&amp;nbsp; I don't have to anymore.&amp;nbsp; So, what would you find within it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oG3YbCeu8Kw/TYyjyHlainI/AAAAAAAABc0/BIiTAkd4EBo/s1600/IMGP0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="21" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oG3YbCeu8Kw/TYyjyHlainI/AAAAAAAABc0/BIiTAkd4EBo/s400/IMGP0039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The middle holds my wallet, my phone, and the essentials...candy- Special K- and usually a pepsi too, but I haven't left for work quite yet this morning.  My keys end up here too, once I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side carries my gym pass and my business cards, and the other side has my lip gloss and perfume in a plastic bag, in case it leaks so it doesn't stain the purse!  That's it!  My bag- well, one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="22" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1346119458263065949?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1346119458263065949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1346119458263065949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1346119458263065949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1346119458263065949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-25-whats-in-my-bag.html' title='Day 25- What&apos;s In My Bag...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SN7O17qfphE/TYyjqH8Bg1I/AAAAAAAABcw/WvF_ZyigRjQ/s72-c/IMGP0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7814520480354367579</id><published>2011-03-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T07:23:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24- Last 5 Facebook Status'</title><content type='html'>I hate updating my facebook status.  If I don't have something funny to say, I usually don't say anything.  I hate it when people leave cryptic messages or too much information.  I try really hard not to say something that may come back to haunt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes are brown for a reason... like tonight, she put lotion all over in her hair and told me she wanted her hair to be soft and smooth like a babies bottom... full of it- I tell ya! Just when I finally got all the chapstick residue out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone! Had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying prayers for one of my DEAREST FRIENDS in Japan! Andrea! Please let us know you are OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali is spending the day in the principals office.... so much for thinking things were getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's totally going to pick the girl with the rich daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go- I love Facebook- I'm glad there is another way to keep up with friends who don't have blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7814520480354367579?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7814520480354367579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7814520480354367579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7814520480354367579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7814520480354367579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24-last-5-facebook-status.html' title='Day 24- Last 5 Facebook Status&apos;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4027568474551162456</id><published>2011-03-23T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:59:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23- Something You Crave...</title><content type='html'>It's no secret what I crave.  I know this for sure because on my birthday 3 different people brought me my favorite things...  Diet Pepsi. Chocolate Cream Oreo's and IBuprophen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don't need the IBu if I have the Diet Pepsi, but occasionally I have to take it WITH my favorite beverage!  The Oreo's are a nightly thing.  I learned from a very early age, one of the BEST right before bed snacks is cookies and milk. (Thanks Dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also crave CHANGE!!!  I change things around in my house a lot.  Not my furniture really, cause it fits just perfect where it is, but I love to change out my decor.  I have a shelf in my kitchen that changes with the season, or the holiday.  It makes me happy!  I hate dusting too, so if I just change it around I don't have to dust as much!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite craving is my kids.  I know we all feel this way sometimes, but even when they are at school all day I miss them and can't wait for them to get home!  I love having them around me and even though they make me feel like I'm in the nut house most of the time, I wouldn't want it any other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4027568474551162456?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4027568474551162456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4027568474551162456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4027568474551162456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4027568474551162456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23-something-you-crave.html' title='Day 23- Something You Crave...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1671558695456320809</id><published>2011-03-22T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T05:23:56.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22- What Makes You Different From Anyone Else...</title><content type='html'>This one isn't easy.  I think I work pretty hard at being "like" anyone else as far as a few things go.  I think we all do-  I, like everyone else have a few unique traits, but I don't really go out of my way to be totally different.  I don't mean that in a bad way either, but sometimes life is just so much more enjoyable when you have things in common with others.  It makes spending time with other people (which is something we all do) easier and more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;have a different creative gene than a lot of other people.&amp;nbsp; Creativity is something I've always nurtured in me.&amp;nbsp; It's such a gift to be able to have a mind for things that way, a gift, a hobby, and something I enjoy sharing with others.&amp;nbsp; Most recently, I've spent a lot of time with photography.&amp;nbsp; It's something I can do that shows my own "style."&amp;nbsp; I look at others work and before I would compare myself to them, but the better I get at what I do, the more "different" I am from others.&amp;nbsp; Rather than wanting to take pictures the same way someone else does, I like that my individuality shines through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a horrible filtration system.&amp;nbsp; This may not be different from ANYONE else, but I feel like it is when I get going sometimes.&amp;nbsp; I'm talking about the filter in the brain- the one that's supposed to keep you from saying some things you shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; Usually the things I say are meant to be laughed at, but not everyone sees it the way I do.&amp;nbsp; I found out the hard way, if you say things you shouldn't, people are more inclined to say things to YOU they shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; It's a vicious circle that comes right back at you.&amp;nbsp; I've had to work on not getting offended when someone says things to me that I might be caught saying to them also!&amp;nbsp; Does that make sense?&amp;nbsp; I have been making a conscious effort to change that, it's not something "different" that I'm willing to be defined by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all so different.&amp;nbsp; I'm curious to see what so many others of you would say makes YOU different from ANYONE else.&amp;nbsp; Aside from the way we look- it's harder than you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="46" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1671558695456320809?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1671558695456320809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1671558695456320809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1671558695456320809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1671558695456320809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-22-what-makes-you-different-from.html' title='Day 22- What Makes You Different From Anyone Else...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2409214125307027161</id><published>2011-03-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:30:14.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21- A Picture of Something That Makes You Happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vx0j7VrcG9E/TYf4qjVCyPI/AAAAAAAABcs/BD_foThEGfQ/s1600/IMGP9880.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="29" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vx0j7VrcG9E/TYf4qjVCyPI/AAAAAAAABcs/BD_foThEGfQ/s400/IMGP9880.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This makes me so happy- seeing the green coming through the ground.&amp;nbsp; What could be better than the proof of warmer days to come?&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you what... if the WIND would stop blowing!&amp;nbsp; That would be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="30" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2409214125307027161?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2409214125307027161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2409214125307027161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2409214125307027161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2409214125307027161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21-picture-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 21- A Picture of Something That Makes You Happy...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vx0j7VrcG9E/TYf4qjVCyPI/AAAAAAAABcs/BD_foThEGfQ/s72-c/IMGP9880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1844021145341806806</id><published>2011-03-20T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:21:23.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone I Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one was easy, and although I complain every once in a while (maybe more) I am very much in love and grateful for this person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ek7Od5QSdfk/TYZgomkcGDI/AAAAAAAABck/bP5jcP6CwMo/s1600/IMGP2326.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="40" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ek7Od5QSdfk/TYZgomkcGDI/AAAAAAAABck/bP5jcP6CwMo/s400/IMGP2326.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's totally going to kill me for that one...but he &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; turn 40 this year, and he still has a cute butt!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I have had the normal ups and downs of marriage, but I really feel like I got lucky when we got hitched.&amp;nbsp; He is a great partner, always doing things for me, for us, for the house, the car... you name it!&amp;nbsp; The guy never stops!&amp;nbsp; I fall in love with him all over again when I see him with his kids.&amp;nbsp; He is an amazing father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, surprise-surprise, I love my husband.&amp;nbsp; FOR-E-VER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="41" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1844021145341806806?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1844021145341806806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1844021145341806806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1844021145341806806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1844021145341806806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/someone-i-love.html' title='Someone I Love...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ek7Od5QSdfk/TYZgomkcGDI/AAAAAAAABck/bP5jcP6CwMo/s72-c/IMGP2326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8788051069014548369</id><published>2011-03-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:44:30.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19- Nicknames...</title><content type='html'>I've always had a nickname.  Having a 3 syllable name often comes with a shortened version.  I've had all the usual ones...Steph, Stephie, Stephers...even Step-on-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if my Dad would have had his way, my name would have been Stevie instead of Stephanie.  From a very young age, I went by Stevie.  Stevie D., and Stevie Remus.  I never loved that nickname...and it still haunts me to this day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been called many things- some not so nice, others quite endearing.  I love "honey" and "mommy" the most.  There's nothing better than hearing those names when the people saying them are happy to see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8788051069014548369?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8788051069014548369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8788051069014548369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8788051069014548369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8788051069014548369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-19-nicknames.html' title='Day 19- Nicknames...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2755407881688217157</id><published>2011-03-18T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:10:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18- Dreams/Goals/Aspirations...</title><content type='html'>I think about this often.  I'm not a huge risk taker, but I have always wanted something to call my own- I think that's why I love taking pictures so much.  My goal with photography is to continually learn and get better at what I do.  I would love to justify my own business- and know I could do enough to make what I'd need to- to only take pictures all the time!  Maybe someday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to raise my children to do what they should.  I would feel like a success to just have happy adult children...but in the nearer future, my goal is to be the best teenager mom I can be...I know, I should have more realistic goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to get a degree in something, I'd love to retire early and move to the Oregon Coast.  I'd like to save enough money to travel- and I'd love to own an exotic car- and an RV...  so I can see everything I can drive to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4q-1tR_-8MQ/TYPKCXK26rI/AAAAAAAABcM/8w2pk27aPQU/s1600/rv+motorhome.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="13" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4q-1tR_-8MQ/TYPKCXK26rI/AAAAAAAABcM/8w2pk27aPQU/s400/rv+motorhome.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2755407881688217157?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2755407881688217157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2755407881688217157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2755407881688217157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2755407881688217157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18-dreamsgoalsaspirations.html' title='Day 18- Dreams/Goals/Aspirations...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4q-1tR_-8MQ/TYPKCXK26rI/AAAAAAAABcM/8w2pk27aPQU/s72-c/rv+motorhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-5380019498800895169</id><published>2011-03-17T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:45:30.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17- If You Could Switch Places With Anyone For a Day...</title><content type='html'>Funny- I asked myself this question and my first response was, "Could I keep what I bought?" And when I asked Monica (since we're working together today) the exact same words came out of her mouth! We've known each other long enough I guess, to be rubbing &lt;br /&gt;off on each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://biographydvd.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Oprah_Winfrey_Biography.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="14" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oprah Winfrey Biography Oprah Winfrey Biography" border="0" class="size-full wp-image-1312" height="400" src="http://biographydvd.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Oprah_Winfrey_Biography.jpg" title="Oprah_Winfrey_Biography" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In all actuality, I would like to be Oprah Winfrey for a day. People have their opinions one way or another about her, but I think she is one person who has the power and ability to do amazing things, and she is taking the initiative to do those things. I would love to see peoples faces light up when they are given something they've always wanted or desperately need. I would love to be able to give in ways I'll never be able to in this lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's be honest, I'd do a little shopping for myself too...and I wouldn't even have to change my diet...I wouldn't have to excersize either. Seems like the perfect plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="15" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&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/8546312386200729271-5380019498800895169?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5380019498800895169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=5380019498800895169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5380019498800895169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5380019498800895169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-17-if-you-could-switch-places-with.html' title='Day 17- If You Could Switch Places With Anyone For a Day...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2607341531594609993</id><published>2011-03-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:32:26.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16- Another Picture of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HoQFDHqUpIc/TYFkDUJUIUI/AAAAAAAABcI/dNueMu5xGMU/s1600/IMGP9398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HoQFDHqUpIc/TYFkDUJUIUI/AAAAAAAABcI/dNueMu5xGMU/s400/IMGP9398.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who wants another picture of the same old me? &amp;nbsp;I like this one...more creative. &amp;nbsp;Guess what? &amp;nbsp;Today I added texting to my phone contract! &amp;nbsp;That's right- I'm a texter now! &amp;nbsp;I don't know why I hadn't done it before...but I've finally become a part of the electronic age! &amp;nbsp;I'll be able to communicate with my children, and by the time they get phones...I'll be really good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2607341531594609993?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2607341531594609993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2607341531594609993&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2607341531594609993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2607341531594609993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-16-another-picture-of-you.html' title='Day 16- Another Picture of You...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HoQFDHqUpIc/TYFkDUJUIUI/AAAAAAAABcI/dNueMu5xGMU/s72-c/IMGP9398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3600463253408843584</id><published>2011-03-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:21:29.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15- Shuffle the IPod...</title><content type='html'>Easy Peasy...  I love my IPod.  My first 10 songs today are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello World- Lady Antebellum&lt;br /&gt;2. Beautiful Day- U2&lt;br /&gt;3. Felt Good on My Lips- Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;4. American Honey- Lady Antebellum&lt;br /&gt;5. Boondocks- Little Big Town&lt;br /&gt;6. Free- Zac Brown Band&lt;br /&gt;7. I Wanna Love Somebody- Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;8. With or Without You- U2&lt;br /&gt;9. Blackbird- Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;10.Stop This Train- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to as much country as I do anything else...today was just a country day on the shuffle!  There's nothing more motivating, inspiring, or relaxing to me then some good music... my IPod is with me wherever I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3600463253408843584?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3600463253408843584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3600463253408843584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3600463253408843584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3600463253408843584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15-shuffle-ipod.html' title='Day 15- Shuffle the IPod...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1048670364734518050</id><published>2011-03-15T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:57:00.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14- A Picture of You With Your Family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Bfm3HHJROOw/TX-YBzHJQ-I/AAAAAAAABcA/dlUK_DIRuWQ/s1600/IMGP6882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Bfm3HHJROOw/TX-YBzHJQ-I/AAAAAAAABcA/dlUK_DIRuWQ/s400/IMGP6882.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my side of the family, I have 3 little brothers and one little sister, all are married and I have the best in-laws ever... &amp;nbsp;I love these people so much! &amp;nbsp;I've never laughed harder than when I'm with my brothers- they are some of the biggest goofs I know. &amp;nbsp;My sister and I are best friends... I only wish we were closer! &amp;nbsp;My mom and dad are my rocks...my examples. &amp;nbsp;I am who I am because they raised me. &amp;nbsp;I love them more than they could ever know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ixHjsmWzX7Q/TX-YRXTQtfI/AAAAAAAABcE/C0mjLkIghR0/s1600/IMGP9358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ixHjsmWzX7Q/TX-YRXTQtfI/AAAAAAAABcE/C0mjLkIghR0/s400/IMGP9358.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Jon's side of the family and I am lucky to be a part of it. &amp;nbsp;He has 2 older brothers that aren't in this picture, but his brother Jeff and his family and Betsy and her family are here...his mom is in the back in the middle. &amp;nbsp;I lucked out and got a mother-in-law my friends are jealous of! &amp;nbsp;We have a great relationship and spend a lot of time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing better in the world than family! &amp;nbsp;I love these people more than anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1048670364734518050?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1048670364734518050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1048670364734518050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1048670364734518050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1048670364734518050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14-picture-of-you-with-your-family.html' title='Day 14- A Picture of You With Your Family...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Bfm3HHJROOw/TX-YBzHJQ-I/AAAAAAAABcA/dlUK_DIRuWQ/s72-c/IMGP6882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-6726941778012038814</id><published>2011-03-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:49:13.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><content type='html'>I left my computer with all my pictures on it at work!  Day 14 and 15 will have to be done tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-6726941778012038814?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6726941778012038814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=6726941778012038814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6726941778012038814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6726941778012038814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-421484294993986363</id><published>2011-03-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:39:59.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13- A Letter to Someone...</title><content type='html'>DEAR ANYONE READING THIS POST...&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!  &lt;br /&gt;LOVE, &lt;br /&gt;STEPHANIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-421484294993986363?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/421484294993986363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=421484294993986363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/421484294993986363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/421484294993986363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13-letter-to-someone.html' title='Day 13- A Letter to Someone...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-9125556367255272024</id><published>2011-03-12T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T14:06:02.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12- Why Blogger?</title><content type='html'>I've always kept a journal.  For the past seven years I've kept two- one about me and one that's written to my children.  I love writing, and a lot of the daily frustration can be taken care of just by writing it down.  Blogging is another outlet- one I can do with as many pictures as I want!  I love blogging, but I love more that other people do, friends I might not otherwise get to keep up with.  I've been so lucky to keep in touch with so many people just through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about Blogger from my sister-in-law Loreli.  She had a cute little spot in cyberspace and I decided I wanted my own spot too.  It didn't take long before I learned how to change my background and where to find cute ones other people had made- and now, I'm able to make my own, my own headers...and a few others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog has replaced scrapbooking, unfortunate, but true.  I still love to get my hands on a project here and there, but feel like I accomplish so much more by blogging.  I love our little slice of cyberspace!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-9125556367255272024?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9125556367255272024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=9125556367255272024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9125556367255272024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9125556367255272024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-12-why-blogger.html' title='Day 12- Why Blogger?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-9071842172551114025</id><published>2011-03-11T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:52:09.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11- Another Picture of You and Your Friends...(not really though)</title><content type='html'>Since today I'm supposed to post another picture with my friends, and I still don't have one... though I've been out a few times and keep forgetting my camera... I'm going to tell you about an amazing friend of mine who is in my prayers today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zz662Wigmnk/TXo8j-x1WVI/AAAAAAAABb8/TEySr4zgktE/s1600/IMG_3249.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="13" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zz662Wigmnk/TXo8j-x1WVI/AAAAAAAABb8/TEySr4zgktE/s400/IMG_3249.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is my childhood bestie, Andrea Dobson (now Jackson) with her darling boys in Japan.&amp;nbsp; They moved there and made it their home when they bought a school, teaching english...(right Dre?) &amp;nbsp; I don't know all the details, but I know she's there, and I know (thank heavens) that she's OK.&amp;nbsp; I woke up this morning to the terrible news about an 8.9 earthquake and saw the damage it was causing and immediately my thoughts turned to this person and her beautiful family.&amp;nbsp; I'm so grateful she is OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I remember when we began our friendship...WAY back when we were in third/fourth grade!&amp;nbsp; I remember walking down the hill and meeting her halfway to either walk back home or go to her house.&amp;nbsp; They had a swimming pool and we spent so much time laying out next to it! (he he!) And the tree house? I LOVED that place!&amp;nbsp; I remember there was never a day at her house without popcorn and orange juice, and the summer her mom taught us how to sew...we looked so good in our homemade cumber buns and knit outfits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My friends have made me who I am.&amp;nbsp; Andrea, Erin and I were always ready for anything.&amp;nbsp; We spent many a weekend in St. George, hiking and camping- I loved having friends that were adventurous and spontaneous!&amp;nbsp; They were always there for me,&amp;nbsp; and I never felt left out or unloved... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If there was something I could say to my kids about friendship, it would be to NEVER take your friends for granted.&amp;nbsp; Love them like family, treat them like they'll never go away.&amp;nbsp; You never know when one of them might move to Japan!&amp;nbsp; They are the people who help shape you when you decide your parents just can't do it themselves.&amp;nbsp; Pick good ones that will last forever- give to these relationships as much as you get from them, and help each other through thick and thin.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know Andrea and her family are OK, but knowing she's in Japan, and not here makes me feel absolutely powerless.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, I've already let her know that it's time to move home!&amp;nbsp; We'll say our prayers for you guys Dre!&amp;nbsp; Stay safe!&amp;nbsp; (and thanks for the pic, stole it off your blog!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-9071842172551114025?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9071842172551114025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=9071842172551114025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9071842172551114025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/9071842172551114025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11-another-picture-of-you-and-your.html' title='Day 11- Another Picture of You and Your Friends...(not really though)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zz662Wigmnk/TXo8j-x1WVI/AAAAAAAABb8/TEySr4zgktE/s72-c/IMG_3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2856577388444211527</id><published>2011-03-10T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T07:10:08.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10- The Music I Listen to When...</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I have a love for music.&amp;nbsp; I have developed a passion for the music I listen to, and am very much a product of it.&amp;nbsp; It decides my state of mind at times, calms it other times, fire me up when I need it too- and even sparks creativity.&amp;nbsp; Where some people thrive in silence,&amp;nbsp; there aren't too many quiet moments in my life that I wouldn't choose to fill with music.&amp;nbsp; I've listened to so many different genre's, it would be hard for me to pick a favorite, and if asked, I'd probably answer, "Whatever I'm listening to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I switched my station in the car to country music.&amp;nbsp; Up until now, it was one of my least favorite things to listen to.&amp;nbsp; It didn't take much to change my mind, but nothing says "change the station" like a four year old singing "I like your laffy-taffy."&amp;nbsp; (and that was the nicest part of that song...)&amp;nbsp; I love the way music sounds and had never paid attention to the words...realizing too late that they weren't what I should be listening to.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty comfortable with the fact that for the most part, my kids can sing along to a country song and it isn't explicit!&amp;nbsp; But more importantly for me...I can SING along with the songs!&amp;nbsp; Country singers are so talented!&amp;nbsp; And the songs make me cry- I hear the words and they can really tug at your heart strings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all kinds of music-&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy I listen to anything with a happy beat, mostly country- Jack Johnson, Micheal Buble, I love the Rhythm of Love song by Plain White T's!&amp;nbsp; It MAKES me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad- I listen to quiet music.&amp;nbsp; Nora Jones, Sarah McLachlan, Esperanza.&amp;nbsp; I love to hear the jazzy beats- they make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored and&amp;nbsp; anxious go hand in hand for me- boredom makes me anxious!&amp;nbsp; I get nervous driving too.&amp;nbsp; I listen to country or anything to get my mind off of what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am mad- I don't listen to anything.&amp;nbsp; I just listen to the ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2856577388444211527?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2856577388444211527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2856577388444211527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2856577388444211527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2856577388444211527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-music-i-listen-to-when.html' title='Day 10- The Music I Listen to When...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-382856565080541499</id><published>2011-03-09T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:29:27.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9- Something I'm Proud of in the Last Few Days...</title><content type='html'>I'm forever a "Proud Mama."  My kids do more to make me proud, than they do to make me mad- the mad parts are just funnier.  Gage brought home his report card yesterday with all but ONE perfect mark- and the one that he needed to work on was "keeps area clean."  AMEN TO THAT!  He's above grade level in reading and does great even in math!  I am so proud of him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali has been working so hard at reading.  She has to work harder cause it doesn't come so naturally for her.  She has come so far this year and I've seen her enjoy it more and more.  She's doing so much better and I'm very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also working hard to do better.  I love photography- and though I don't have an indoor studio, I've done a few inside over the winter.  I didn't think I'd be able to do it nearly as well as the outdoor ones, and even though it isn't my favorite thing to do, I'm excited with the way they've turned out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-u8RrQJxrOYo/TXebxH45rHI/AAAAAAAABbw/m4PSlrzosb8/s1600/IMGP0234bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="29" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-u8RrQJxrOYo/TXebxH45rHI/AAAAAAAABbw/m4PSlrzosb8/s400/IMGP0234bw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sdP0XVib7lA/TXecEDixr7I/AAAAAAAABb4/oIfg-4d7iyM/s1600/IMGP9521.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="30" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sdP0XVib7lA/TXecEDixr7I/AAAAAAAABb4/oIfg-4d7iyM/s400/IMGP9521.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zh4ibsveAPc/TXeb5aZyPEI/AAAAAAAABb0/B91W5Z2X6PA/s1600/IMGP0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="31" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zh4ibsveAPc/TXeb5aZyPEI/AAAAAAAABb0/B91W5Z2X6PA/s400/IMGP0034.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of these days I'd like to have my own studio, but for now I'll be content if SPRING would just come!  I'm ready for winter to be OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="32" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-382856565080541499?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/382856565080541499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=382856565080541499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/382856565080541499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/382856565080541499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-something-im-proud-of-in-last-few.html' title='Day 9- Something I&apos;m Proud of in the Last Few Days...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-u8RrQJxrOYo/TXebxH45rHI/AAAAAAAABbw/m4PSlrzosb8/s72-c/IMGP0234bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3915112242555017278</id><published>2011-03-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:48:49.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8- Short Term Goals</title><content type='html'>This is something I should do more often.  Setting short-term goals works for me, but I'm not very good at it.  This month, I want to accomplish quite a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to SPRING CLEAN my house.  I just hate doing it.  My baseboards need to be cleaned, walls and doors washed and I need my carpets shampooed.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do my best at work every day that I have to be there.  I have to remind myself that I'm there for a reason, and if I'm not doing my best, I'm wasting valuable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep up my exercising.  Another thing I'm not too fond of, but have been doing- so I don't want to get out of the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get back in the habit of reading with my kids every night.  We get so busy and preoccupied with other things going on- we need to get back to basics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few...there are always more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3915112242555017278?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3915112242555017278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3915112242555017278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3915112242555017278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3915112242555017278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-short-term-goals.html' title='Day 8- Short Term Goals'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-701303514326395070</id><published>2011-03-07T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:39:08.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7- A Picture of Someone Who Has Had the Biggest Impact...</title><content type='html'>I have had so many thoughts on this subject because so many people have made a huge impact on my life.  I am very much a product of the people around me- and I am grateful to have been surrounded by so many wonderful influences. I would have to say though, that these two people have made the biggest impact... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8WLNeGg84us/TXWR7JHaPwI/AAAAAAAABbg/rMKycnrHm18/s1600/IMGP7211b%2526w.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="57" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8WLNeGg84us/TXWR7JHaPwI/AAAAAAAABbg/rMKycnrHm18/s400/IMGP7211b%2526w.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before these two came along, I only &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I had an idea of what life would be like as a mom.&amp;nbsp; I had my little brothers and sister to help take care of, numerous kids that I babysat, and I was even a Nanny for almost a year in Portland- but nothing...&lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;...prepared me for motherdom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two have taught me more than I could have ever learned any other way.&amp;nbsp; They NEVER go away, so no matter what- I have to deal with it- the good, the bad, the ugly and everything else, and I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; I have never laughed so hard, cried as much or been more frustrated all at once, and it's a testament to what I can handle.&amp;nbsp; I've never been so entertained!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these two more than life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine my life without them in it.&amp;nbsp; I'm so grateful they chose me- and that I was trusted to take care of them for now.&amp;nbsp; I just wish they wouldn't grow up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="58" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-701303514326395070?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/701303514326395070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=701303514326395070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/701303514326395070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/701303514326395070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-picture-of-someone-who-has-had.html' title='Day 7- A Picture of Someone Who Has Had the Biggest Impact...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8WLNeGg84us/TXWR7JHaPwI/AAAAAAAABbg/rMKycnrHm18/s72-c/IMGP7211b%2526w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-6373713904936448000</id><published>2011-03-06T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:37:14.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6- Your 5 Favorite TV Shows...</title><content type='html'>I'm really not a big fan of TV.  I rarely take the time for it in the summer, there are so many things I'd rather be doing- but this time of year, there is less of a draw to the great outdoors- and some pretty good mindless entertainment going on indoors.  I miss the days of Friends- when sitcoms were 30 minutes and loaded with humor worth repeating.  There aren't many shows that keep me coming back for more, and not so many noteworthy one liners where reality TV is concerned- but the shows I take time out for are:&lt;br /&gt;#1 The Bachelor, so ridiculous I know, but it keeps a great conversation going for the rest of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Survivor- It's amazing how you can watch the same thing season after season, only changing the characters, and not get bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 American Idol- I love the talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Ghost Whisperer- I only started watching this cause they took Gilmore Girls reruns off the air.  I got hooked!  It's usually on during the day for noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Grey's Anatomy- I love it.  Smut, I know, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other shows I like and check out here and there, but not many.  I love the older shows that I only have on DVD now- Gilmore Girls will always be a favorite, Friends...  I love to watch House, but I never remember to record it- it's on during the Bachelor...priorities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-6373713904936448000?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6373713904936448000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=6373713904936448000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6373713904936448000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/6373713904936448000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-your-5-favorite-tv-shows.html' title='Day 6- Your 5 Favorite TV Shows...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2687715301781133221</id><published>2011-03-05T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:42:39.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5- A Picture of a Place You've Been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jZvSA3gac-Y/TXJYaSKe5EI/AAAAAAAABbU/6P0fu_tIjPo/s1600/IMGP3273.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="27" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jZvSA3gac-Y/TXJYaSKe5EI/AAAAAAAABbU/6P0fu_tIjPo/s400/IMGP3273.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kRqv5lAjv78/TXJYm_iXGLI/AAAAAAAABbY/wWgbPfC7iJ4/s1600/IMGP4747.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="28" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kRqv5lAjv78/TXJYm_iXGLI/AAAAAAAABbY/wWgbPfC7iJ4/s640/IMGP4747.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1fMdfxvXBpk/TXJYztne9hI/AAAAAAAABbc/GSaAgpVGKMc/s1600/IMGP6302.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="29" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1fMdfxvXBpk/TXJYztne9hI/AAAAAAAABbc/GSaAgpVGKMc/s400/IMGP6302.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually don't have to go very far to get where we're going.&amp;nbsp; We're an outdoor family- which is something I have to work on.&amp;nbsp; We go camping and hiking a lot in the summer, and spend a weekend in the fall at Snowbird- the furthest we've been all together is Oregon- but we look forward to that whenever we can make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a few places without my family- New York City- Hawaii- the Bahama's and Florida- Disneyland- and they've been amazing experiences.&amp;nbsp; I have learned though- you don't have to go that far to have a good time and make some awesome memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="30" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2687715301781133221?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2687715301781133221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2687715301781133221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2687715301781133221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2687715301781133221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-picture-of-place-youve-been.html' title='Day 5- A Picture of a Place You&apos;ve Been...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jZvSA3gac-Y/TXJYaSKe5EI/AAAAAAAABbU/6P0fu_tIjPo/s72-c/IMGP3273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-2988108030937406638</id><published>2011-03-04T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:18:28.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4- A Habit You Wish You Didn't Have...</title><content type='html'>Wow, only one?  When Jon read over the list the first thing he said was, "Number four should be Diet Pepsi."  He's probably right, but I don't wish I didn't drink it- I just wish it was better for me than water.  I would have to say- the habit I hate most is- dare I admit it?  I'm a flake.  I forget- a lot.  I tell myself all the time that I need to be better with the follow through.  I need to try harder- and I still struggle!  It HAS become a habit, and as much as I don't like it about me- it's a HARD one to change!  It's not like reaching in the fridge for a bubbly beverage knowing that my risk for a heart attack or stroke is more than DOUBLE what it would be if I would opt for water- it's something I have to THINK CONSTANTLY about.  I have to WRITE everything down, and I have to ask myself continually if there is something I may have forgotten.  It's a battle against my brain- something I wish I didn't have to deal with- but here's to the daily grind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-2988108030937406638?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2988108030937406638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=2988108030937406638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2988108030937406638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/2988108030937406638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-habit-you-wish-you-didnt-have.html' title='Day 4- A Habit You Wish You Didn&apos;t Have...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7604110023563697768</id><published>2011-03-03T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:01:53.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3- A Picture of You With Your Friends...</title><content type='html'>I've been a little stressed about this day on the challenge. I have no pictures of me with my friends...not recently anyway.  Stay tuned though, I will be posting a few later- I'll be making a better effort to take some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being with my friends.  I don't do much- but we go to movies or out to lunch every once in a while.  It's always fun to catch up and see what everyone is up to.  I actually love being by myself.  I have the best kind of friends.  The kind that don't get upset if I don't call them for a week- or more- and that can pick up where we left off no matter how much time has passed.  I have friends from every period of my life- and I love that.  I rarely talk about a friend without saying she's one of my "dearest" or "best" friends.  Even the ones I've known for very little time are my best friends for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my camera the other night when I went to Bunko.  I love being a part of a group of ladies and just going to have fun and play.  I had always heard about the game, but never knew what the draw was.  Now I understand completely and I have 11 new friends- people I don't hang out with all the time- and some that I only see once a month- but I'm glad I get to.  We have so much fun and usually laugh so hard it hurts the next day.  I'm also in a card swap with some wonderful and creative ladies.  It's a creative outlet for me too- and helps me use the thousands of dollars worth of scrapbooking supplies I might not use otherwise.  I play softball in the summer... I love it- and I've made some great friends playing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally grateful for good friends.  I spent 2 hours on the phone with Melissa tonight and realized once again how much I miss her.  Everyone has to have at least one friend that really "gets" who you are and why you are that way.  I don't know if anyone would ever even want to know me the way she does!  It's like on Grey's Anatomy, how Merideth always calls Christina her "person."  Everyone needs their own "person."  I've been lucky in my life to have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel like I have a built-in best friend at home.  Jon and I have come a long way in our relationship.  I consider him my best friend too- I confide in him and he sees me at my weakest- at my ugliest and he still sticks around.  That takes devotion I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my wonderful friends posted this quote on her blog this morning, she too took on the "challenge" and is also on Day 3.  I live by this quote-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” - Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7604110023563697768?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7604110023563697768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7604110023563697768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7604110023563697768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7604110023563697768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-picture-of-you-with-your-friends.html' title='Day 3- A Picture of You With Your Friends...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-5589661833465727</id><published>2011-03-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:20:53.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2- The Meaning Behind My Blog Name...</title><content type='html'>I work 3 days a week, and since my kids were tiny babies, my husband has spent his Saturdays off taking care of one or both of them.  I've always loved that he's been so willing to help, and he has such a great relationship with his kids because of it.  It was on one of those Saturdays that our blog name was born.  I know Jon had thought about it for a long time, but I came home from work one day to my cute family- Dad, Gage was about 4 and Ali was almost 3- I think we were all sitting around together and Jon yells out, "What are we?" to which my kids yelled out in unison- in their cutest voices ever..."TEAM TUCKER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, it's always been our family motto.  We are a team.  We are in this together and FOREVER is a long time!  It's a great motivation to me to know that no matter what, I have people in this world that will always be on my "team."  And I don't want to forget it!  Documenting our lives is a hobby of mine, and I love blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've even got a logo!  Next time I'm around, check the back of my car- Jon had stickers made- I even think his Dad has one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-5589661833465727?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5589661833465727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=5589661833465727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5589661833465727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/5589661833465727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/meaning-bihind-my-blog-name.html' title='Day 2- The Meaning Behind My Blog Name...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7080413953503469345</id><published>2011-03-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:25:21.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1- A Recent Photo, and 15 facts about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rxkNoPLyANM/TW3iqbDGnSI/AAAAAAAABac/q1eg_fwkbPA/s1600/IMGP9904b.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="13" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rxkNoPLyANM/TW3iqbDGnSI/AAAAAAAABac/q1eg_fwkbPA/s400/IMGP9904b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't take many pictures of myself, and I'm always the one taking the picture, so there aren't many of me.&amp;nbsp; I took this of myself today...recent enough?&amp;nbsp; There aren't many surprising facts about me- and I tell everybody everything- so I'm sure there are no surprises here...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a minor obsession with scarves and big earrings.&amp;nbsp; Not just any scarf or any earring, just the most obnoxious ruffly and dangley ones there are.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got asked today if I get dressed everyday- (instead of wearing sweats on my days off) and I &lt;i&gt;do!&lt;/i&gt; I like the way I feel when I look as good as I can all the time.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Chocolate Cream Oreo's.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't tried them, you probably shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; I've gotten more then just me hooked.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't like candy bars.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why, but I'd much prefer some Swedish Fish to a Butterfinger- or any other chocolate covered confection.&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't eat salad without getting sick to my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I love it though.&lt;br /&gt;6. I get sick when I go in certain stores, like Roberts or some clothing stores...an inherited weird.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like talking to people I don't know- it's funny cause I do it all the time with work- I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; do it, I just don't like to.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love it when my kids come home from school.&amp;nbsp; They always act so happy to see me. I know it won't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love playing softball, but I hate being catcher.&amp;nbsp; I suck at catcher.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am addicted to Diet Pepsi and Pepsi Max.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have been known to wear fake eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love summer, but I wish I could wear winter clothes all year round!&lt;br /&gt;13. My favorite season is Fall.&amp;nbsp; I can't get enough of the school supply isle!&lt;br /&gt;14. I have no gallbladder.&amp;nbsp; When they took it out, they said it was more like a sack of marbles- gallstones suck.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love my husband more now than I did the day we were married.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think that was possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be many things divulged this month that may or may not be interesting to anyone but me, but it's my birthday- and I'll bore if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7080413953503469345?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7080413953503469345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7080413953503469345&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7080413953503469345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7080413953503469345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-recent-photo-and-15-facts-about.html' title='Day 1- A Recent Photo, and 15 facts about me...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rxkNoPLyANM/TW3iqbDGnSI/AAAAAAAABac/q1eg_fwkbPA/s72-c/IMGP9904b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4163025920709344071</id><published>2011-02-28T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:01:25.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't had much to blog about lately.  My life isn't very exciting and my blog has been an obvious reminder of that.  I'm in need of a little pick up on the blog front, so I decided to "lift" this idea from a friend and I'm going with it!  We'll see how it goes!  The next month, I'm blogging every day... I hope you still visit when I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1- recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;day 2- the meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;day 3- a picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 4- a habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;day 5- a picture of somewhere you've been &lt;br /&gt;day 6- 5 favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;day 7- a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;day 8- short term goals for this month and why&lt;br /&gt;day 9- something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;day 10- songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, anxious or mad&lt;br /&gt;day 11- another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 12- how you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;br /&gt;day 13- a letter to someone&lt;br /&gt;day 14- a picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;day 15- put your ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;day 16- another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;day 17- someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;day 19- nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;br /&gt;day 20- someone you love&lt;br /&gt;day 21- a picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;day 22- what makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;day 23- something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;day 24- your last five facebook status'&lt;br /&gt;day 25- what I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;day 26- what do you think about your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 27- why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;day 28- a picture of you from last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;day 29- in this past month, what have you learned&lt;br /&gt;day 30- your favorite song &lt;br /&gt;day 31- the best thing about being you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4163025920709344071?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4163025920709344071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4163025920709344071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4163025920709344071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4163025920709344071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-havent-had-much-to-blog-about-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8321504719511269855</id><published>2011-02-27T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:10:37.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February...</title><content type='html'>In all honesty- this month hasn't been all bad.  I love Valentines day- I have a romantic of a husband and he always amazes me.  It's the shortest month- so even if it's not the best, you don't have to endure it as long!  And, I tend to make more money in February because of the big Presidents Day Sale at work.  All things considered, I should be enjoying February, right?  I am trying...but I can tell you now- I don't like winter.  It's all I can do not to lose it completely.  I hate the cold weather right now, and the ugly DIRTY snow.  Living in a community that prides itself on their diesel trucks, and with the amount of oil trucks and semi's driving through town it's amazing that the snow even starts out white.  It's a murky black mess right now, and it makes everything look dirty.  I am suffering from a severe lack of vitamin D, and I haven't felt like the best mom in the world lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd leave the kids home on "early-out" day cause I didn't have a babysitter.  I've done it before and they've done well- but that wasn't the case this time.  They called when they got home from school and I should have known something was going to happen when the first question out of either of their mouths was, "so, am I in charge?"  I told them they were in charge of each other, and not to let either one of them make any bad decisions.  Not even an hour later, I was getting a phone call from a very scared Gage with a hysterical Ali in the background screaming her lungs out.  She was hanging from the laundry chute and was afraid to let go.  I can understand, since the "chute" is really just a hole in the ceiling of my laundry room- a minor 9 foot drop to the tile floor below.  We do have a little "slide" made of tin to guide the clothes into the laundry basket on top of the dryer, but it could in no way support a child!  So- being 10 minutes away, I couldn't just run home.  I had to call my neighbor to run over and make sure she was OK.  She did fall, right into the laundry basket- but gave herself a huge bruise on her leg and some nice blisters on her hands!  I think she learned her lesson.  She wanted to show Gage she was "brave."  I think she showed us all she was something, but not brave.  I HATE that I'm not home for them after school.  I hate leaving them alone at all, and while I know it's not bad or wrong, I still wish I could be around more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, enough of my attitude.  March starts on Tuesday!  It's the month of my birthday, so I thought it only fitting to start a blog challenge my friend was doing on her blog.  EVERY DAY of March I'll have a new post...about ME!!!  I'm sure it will encompass more than that...but here's to a new month- and making it better than this one, black snow and all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="13" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8321504719511269855?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8321504719511269855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8321504719511269855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8321504719511269855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8321504719511269855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/02/february.html' title='February...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-616334638781068222</id><published>2011-02-18T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:35:22.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Go, I Go, We All Learn to POGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEgIUCpvyOs/TV85CHgwSrI/AAAAAAAABYw/e-DI_vZvsmg/s1600/IMGP9413.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="64" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEgIUCpvyOs/TV85CHgwSrI/AAAAAAAABYw/e-DI_vZvsmg/s640/IMGP9413.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ewglx6UXEiE/TV85KKoOvKI/AAAAAAAABY0/9bxyvgS2lhA/s1600/IMGP9415.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="65" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ewglx6UXEiE/TV85KKoOvKI/AAAAAAAABY0/9bxyvgS2lhA/s640/IMGP9415.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSr3kVu7aXo/TV85RcVK1SI/AAAAAAAABY4/22qMroth6LQ/s1600/IMGP9420.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="66" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSr3kVu7aXo/TV85RcVK1SI/AAAAAAAABY4/22qMroth6LQ/s640/IMGP9420.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, almost all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkTxbUNzs7I/TV86LWyx14I/AAAAAAAABY8/VKhG-Ir041c/s1600/IMGP9400.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="67" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkTxbUNzs7I/TV86LWyx14I/AAAAAAAABY8/VKhG-Ir041c/s640/IMGP9400.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgiDnQi13vQ/TV86RcdUvYI/AAAAAAAABZA/qzq1urgmhPk/s1600/IMGP9401.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="68" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgiDnQi13vQ/TV86RcdUvYI/AAAAAAAABZA/qzq1urgmhPk/s640/IMGP9401.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_b5s1eOeQA/TV86XzWEEVI/AAAAAAAABZE/38Dy3Z1BpUg/s1600/IMGP9396.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="69" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_b5s1eOeQA/TV86XzWEEVI/AAAAAAAABZE/38Dy3Z1BpUg/s640/IMGP9396.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gage and Ali got pogo sticks from my mom and dad for Christmas, and I've been impressed with how well Gage has caught on... but I think Ali is very much her mothers daughter.&amp;nbsp; No hula hoops, no pogo sticks and NO dancing.&amp;nbsp; Poor girl!&amp;nbsp; Gage went on a 40 bounce stint on his pogo stick though, having a&amp;nbsp; blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="70" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-616334638781068222?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/616334638781068222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=616334638781068222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/616334638781068222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/616334638781068222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-go-i-go-we-all-learn-to-pogo.html' title='You Go, I Go, We All Learn to POGO!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEgIUCpvyOs/TV85CHgwSrI/AAAAAAAABYw/e-DI_vZvsmg/s72-c/IMGP9413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8940247531334291012</id><published>2011-02-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:24:28.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Valentines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RADQfXWT6RU/TVlJAkqXAfI/AAAAAAAABYY/4p4iHywVjoI/s1600/IMGP8316.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="13" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RADQfXWT6RU/TVlJAkqXAfI/AAAAAAAABYY/4p4iHywVjoI/s400/IMGP8316.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't deserve Valentines today!  I was such a grump all day yesterday- I woke up before 6am feeling AWFUL- and didn't improve throughout the day!  But, this morning I woke up determined to have a better day- EVEN THOUGH I will be spending the majority of it at WORK!  Jon left me perfume and chocolates on the counter before he left this morning.  It's been so long since I've used perfume!  I always have a smelly lotion on- but it's different when you smell perfume!  I LOVE IT!  Thank you my LOVE!  I hope everyone has a LOVE-LY day...be grateful for your Valentines and wallow in the LOVE today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8940247531334291012?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8940247531334291012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8940247531334291012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8940247531334291012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8940247531334291012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-my-valentines.html' title='To my Valentines...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RADQfXWT6RU/TVlJAkqXAfI/AAAAAAAABYY/4p4iHywVjoI/s72-c/IMGP8316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8245927707279785449</id><published>2011-02-08T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:15:26.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson in Patience...</title><content type='html'>I'm not a great example of patience.  Actually I'm a far cry from anything patience related.  I've come a long way- but the only example I am of patience-even now is what &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to do.&amp;nbsp; I can't stand constant repetitive noise- pens clicking- fingernails tapping- KIDS FIGHTING...&amp;nbsp; I don't have patience while driving, and I don't like to wait for anything or anyone.&amp;nbsp; So, it was no surprise to me that my kids would turn out the same way- but I had to laugh when I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TVHM7TYc8RI/AAAAAAAABYM/C91YKaPyyPA/s1600/IMGP9349.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="65" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TVHM7TYc8RI/AAAAAAAABYM/C91YKaPyyPA/s400/IMGP9349.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you can't tell what it is- it's one of those chocolate oranges.&amp;nbsp; You're supposed to whack them on a hard surface to break them apart and then eat the segments... but Gage couldn't get them to separate- and finally got impatient enough and this was the result.&amp;nbsp; The funniest part was that Jon and I both knew who had done it, the "large" teeth were kind of a dead give away,&amp;nbsp; (Poor kid, got my teeth- I just have to keep reminding him that he&lt;i&gt; will &lt;/i&gt;grow into them!) but Gage thought he'd be in trouble for it and wanted to deny it... hmmm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="66" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8245927707279785449?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8245927707279785449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8245927707279785449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8245927707279785449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8245927707279785449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/02/lesson-in-patience.html' title='A Lesson in Patience...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TVHM7TYc8RI/AAAAAAAABYM/C91YKaPyyPA/s72-c/IMGP9349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4308973241468058517</id><published>2011-02-03T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:26:50.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She made me do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TUrJAh7DrQI/AAAAAAAABX8/kZzlLOHiYYs/s1600/100_6777.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="28" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TUrJAh7DrQI/AAAAAAAABX8/kZzlLOHiYYs/s640/100_6777.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TUrJC6cpsOI/AAAAAAAABYA/AFYujUlgq5A/s1600/100_6779.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="29" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TUrJC6cpsOI/AAAAAAAABYA/AFYujUlgq5A/s640/100_6779.JPG" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of our morning "routine" (a.k.a. "fight") is combing out Ali's hair.  The longer it gets, the rattier it gets through the night.  She tosses and turns so much during the night, when she wakes up in the morning, it's torture combing it out!  I guess that's part of the reason I was OK with her cutting it... although I was sick when we were getting it done!  I've never been able to grow my hair, and I have loved doing hers, but I can't even begin to tell you how much easier it was to get her out the door with a smile on her face this morning!  Little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TUrJFaWkZuI/AAAAAAAABYE/zndPEf8KcSc/s1600/100_6782.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="30" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TUrJFaWkZuI/AAAAAAAABYE/zndPEf8KcSc/s640/100_6782.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="31" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4308973241468058517?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4308973241468058517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4308973241468058517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4308973241468058517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4308973241468058517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-made-me-do-it.html' title='She made me do it...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TUrJAh7DrQI/AAAAAAAABX8/kZzlLOHiYYs/s72-c/100_6777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3567891889400204938</id><published>2011-01-30T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:38:08.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January...</title><content type='html'>I have friends who say that January is their least favorite month of the whole year.  I consider myself generally happy- but I'm understanding better what they mean.  January is just a blah month.  I'm ready for spring.  I'm ready for my Robin to come make another nest in my tree and give me some beautiful blue eggs among the pear blossoms. I'm ready for the sun to actually create warmth, and I'm ready for my kids to be able to play outside.  I want the green grass and flowers back!  Part of my mood comes from being disorganized. I hate it when my house is out of order, and especially when I don't have the desire or energy to put it back in order- or- more accurately, I don't have the desire &lt;i&gt;for &lt;/i&gt;the energy to put it back in order!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some days it just clicks, and I'm able to get a lot done, but so many other days- seemingly all in January,&amp;nbsp; it doesn't, and nothing gets done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I have the most amazing husband in the world.&amp;nbsp; I know- everyone else does too, but Jon saw my desire and energy failing and came to the rescue.&amp;nbsp; I worked yesterday and he was there right before we closed to take me to dinner and a movie.&amp;nbsp; When we got home, he had actually gotten a babysitter, paid him and took him home...&amp;nbsp; when I went to change into my pj's, he had hung all kinds of hooks in my closet for my scarves and belts, and built me extra shelves for the mess of shoes I was dealing with.&amp;nbsp; He vacuumed- did dishes- even bought new dish towels!&amp;nbsp; It sure does make me feel better... and I'm enjoying a very relaxing Sunday now- trying not to think of the week I have ahead of me!&amp;nbsp; Thank you JON!!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="27" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3567891889400204938?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3567891889400204938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3567891889400204938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3567891889400204938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3567891889400204938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/01/january.html' title='January...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8803722228882647285</id><published>2011-01-21T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:31:17.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby hungry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTprfeJDPHI/AAAAAAAABX0/qoo8HAx21Nc/s1600/DSC_0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="13" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTprfeJDPHI/AAAAAAAABX0/qoo8HAx21Nc/s400/DSC_0060.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone who knows me well enough, knows I'm really NOT hungry for my own baby, but as for anyone elses?  I'm all for it!  Just give them back when they start fussing, crying or pooping!  I had to call my neighbor Valerie and ASK her if I could take pictures of her tiny newborn- and I'm not sorry.  This is the kind of thing that's kept me so busy lately, thought I'd share on my blog cause it's ALL I've been doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8803722228882647285?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8803722228882647285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8803722228882647285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8803722228882647285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8803722228882647285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-hungry.html' title='Baby hungry?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTprfeJDPHI/AAAAAAAABX0/qoo8HAx21Nc/s72-c/DSC_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7384944041307470617</id><published>2011-01-19T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:29:07.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTdW_haBcxI/AAAAAAAABW8/bz3DckLliK8/s1600/IMGP9079.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="43" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTdW_haBcxI/AAAAAAAABW8/bz3DckLliK8/s400/IMGP9079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I noticed something today.&amp;nbsp; I was getting into my car and my house made one of those settling "cracking" or "popping" noises- and I looked up to see where it was coming from.&amp;nbsp; I noticed all of our bikes were hung.&amp;nbsp; Nice right?&amp;nbsp; It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; nice to have them put up...however...they are all above &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; car.&amp;nbsp; I started noticing other things in the garage...anything that could possibly touch the "Dirty Mistress" is on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; side of the garage!&amp;nbsp; HA!&amp;nbsp; Funny Honey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTdXErf-8nI/AAAAAAAABXA/FH4cqbBMvJ0/s1600/IMGP9082.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="44" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTdXErf-8nI/AAAAAAAABXA/FH4cqbBMvJ0/s400/IMGP9082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm really hoping there is nothing to worry about...my car may not be a classic, but I sure don't want it to be a landing zone for falling bikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="45" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7384944041307470617?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7384944041307470617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7384944041307470617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7384944041307470617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7384944041307470617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-noticed-something-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTdW_haBcxI/AAAAAAAABW8/bz3DckLliK8/s72-c/IMGP9079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-1852140957972232955</id><published>2011-01-15T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:04:53.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy...</title><content type='html'>I wish I had something blog-worthy.  I've been busy...work-photography-church-children-house, seems like I can't catch up!  I wish I could say I had a good story or something noteworthy to talk about, but I'm afraid I don't!  I've been noticing how beautiful winter can be though.  Even though it's been so cold- there are some amazing things that happen.  I've loved how the frost outlines the branches, and driving through town, even at 3:00 in the afternoon, the trees were covered in ice.  It was amazing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTI1nj4mZKI/AAAAAAAABWo/Vt4p75IoQOQ/s1600/IMGP9051.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="117" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTI1nj4mZKI/AAAAAAAABWo/Vt4p75IoQOQ/s400/IMGP9051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="118" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-1852140957972232955?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1852140957972232955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=1852140957972232955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1852140957972232955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/1852140957972232955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TTI1nj4mZKI/AAAAAAAABWo/Vt4p75IoQOQ/s72-c/IMGP9051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-8028322652809221702</id><published>2011-01-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:14:28.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIGID!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...everyone is cold right now.  It's definitely winter!  But...are you all dealing with negatives all day long?  It didn't get above 0 today!  Happy New Year, right?  I have to say, I don't mind- cause I don't have to be outside in it, but my poor husband goes back to work on Monday and I know he's not looking forward to it.  On the contrary- Jon's brother David goes back to the East on Monday, and since it's actually WAY warmer there, I don't think he's too sad about leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our New Years Eve here at home.  David bought a Turkey Fryer and deep fried a turkey for us- he injected it with Louisiana Hot Sauce and covered it in Cayenne pepper.  It was fabulous.  I made jalapeno poppers and spinach and artichoke dip, Anah brought us her very best batch of potato salad (a family recipe that only she has perfected!) and Monica brought yams.  I know what your thinking...yams?  YES!!! YAMS!!! And you haven't had yams till you've had these.  They were the show stopper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post recipes on Maple and Vine...you can get there from the link on the right.  It'll take me a couple days to get them on there, but I will...as for now, I need to go to bed- church is at 9 tomorrow!  YAY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="15" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-8028322652809221702?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8028322652809221702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=8028322652809221702&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8028322652809221702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/8028322652809221702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2011/01/frigid.html' title='FRIGID!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957128414336562939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55a2YCzKKfY/TXaw_fvWKzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Wf8g99BbHk8/s220/IMGP9904b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-3274452629706316546</id><published>2010-12-29T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:43:58.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work. Work. Work.</title><content type='html'>I am so grateful that my husband is able to stay home this week after Christmas every year.  Our kids have the whole time off school, and it would be so hard to find baby sitters for the whole time!  However, I wish I could have spent more time with him myself!  We've done a few fun things though, sledding at the golf course for one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRwbkfkTt4I/AAAAAAAABVY/pncuvEcOFZY/s1600/IMGP8643.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="52" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRwbkfkTt4I/AAAAAAAABVY/pncuvEcOFZY/s400/IMGP8643.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRwbdIb5e2I/AAAAAAAABVU/xNysWs-0Y3Q/s1600/IMGP8607.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="53" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRwbdIb5e2I/AAAAAAAABVU/xNysWs-0Y3Q/s400/IMGP8607.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRwbWcEGPZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/5417rIQqs2Y/s1600/IMGP8637.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="54" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRwbWcEGPZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/5417rIQqs2Y/s400/IMGP8637.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to get some time to change the blog up too!&amp;nbsp; Maybe this weekend, but probably not, the life of a retail worker stinks around the holidays!&amp;nbsp; I have to work!&amp;nbsp; On New Years DAY!&amp;nbsp; I hope I can make it worth my time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="55" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-3274452629706316546?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3274452629706316546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=3274452629706316546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3274452629706316546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/3274452629706316546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2010/12/work-work-work.html' title='Work. Work. Work.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRwbkfkTt4I/AAAAAAAABVY/pncuvEcOFZY/s72-c/IMGP8643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-7591269050125608396</id><published>2010-12-27T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:04:51.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvk4t-nPI/AAAAAAAABVM/L6dnBzTa5so/s1600/IMGP8493.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="48" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvk4t-nPI/AAAAAAAABVM/L6dnBzTa5so/s640/IMGP8493.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll just say it...IT'S OVER!  YAY!!!  I wish I were more inclined to be sad that Christmas is past, but unfortunately, this year- I'm not sorry to see it go.  It didn't even seem like Christmas to me this year.  The hustle and bustle of the holidays got too hectic, too stressful, for me to actually enjoy myself.  There wasn't a day that went by that I wasn't trying to catch up!  I like being ahead of the game, and next year, I plan on doing just that... I need to start earlier for sure!  Usually I have time to do a few crafty things- neighbor gifts, co-worker gifts...just simple things that get me into the spirit of the holidays.  I didn't do anything really this year.  I made a few treats, but did a lot less than I wanted too, once again- great big intentions...itty bitty follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, I plan to follow last years "mission statement" as my new years resolution.  A little more effort, a little more follow through- and it will continue to be my new years resolution till it finally sticks!  A little more effort/follow through with myself- taking care of me.  A little more effort/follow through with my family.  A little more effort/follow through with my work.  I don't know what that would entail this year...but I'm looking forward to finding out what's in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvdiUGBGI/AAAAAAAABVI/C8VlOi0khW4/s1600/IMGP8507.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="49" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvdiUGBGI/AAAAAAAABVI/C8VlOi0khW4/s640/IMGP8507.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvRe-5_rI/AAAAAAAABVA/w_5d2avtfew/s1600/IMGP8499.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="50" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvRe-5_rI/AAAAAAAABVA/w_5d2avtfew/s400/IMGP8499.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvZRAvs7I/AAAAAAAABVE/AhlTWpbOGgI/s1600/IMGP8503.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="51" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvZRAvs7I/AAAAAAAABVE/AhlTWpbOGgI/s400/IMGP8503.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas was fun for us anyway.  Jon got me an e-reader that I can actually read in the dark so as not to keep him up at night.  I love how thoughtful he is...he said he knew I'd be sad it wasn't a kindle, but he had done a lot of research on the subject, and he knew this is the one I'd prefer, even if I didn't think so.  He was right, it made for a much more enjoyable ride to Springville and back on Christmas day.  Now I just need some books to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="52" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-7591269050125608396?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7591269050125608396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=7591269050125608396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7591269050125608396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/7591269050125608396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRlvk4t-nPI/AAAAAAAABVM/L6dnBzTa5so/s72-c/IMGP8493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546312386200729271.post-4071406104828850248</id><published>2010-12-25T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:55:04.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRbJ4OlHdBI/AAAAAAAABUc/K4fhm-80UW4/s1600/Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="13" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRbJ4OlHdBI/AAAAAAAABUc/K4fhm-80UW4/s400/Front.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you all a great Christmas!&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed ours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-7.png" linkindex="14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i587.photobucket.com/albums/ss314/STuckinVernal/Untitled-1-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546312386200729271-4071406104828850248?l=jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4071406104828850248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546312386200729271&amp;postID=4071406104828850248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4071406104828850248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546312386200729271/posts/default/4071406104828850248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandstephtucker.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishing-you-all-great-christmas-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18428467058401671212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/SWV8bkT598I/AAAAAAAAACY/gCyjZA-QSZM/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7zSHxam1VY/TRbJ4OlHdBI/AAAAAAAABUc/K4fhm-80UW4/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
