<?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-3181375602448002397</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:42:47.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About us!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-2053768092307151532</id><published>2010-08-22T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:35:36.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a Private Blog</title><content type='html'>I have some serious blogger fans from China (lol -see comments from post below), and since our little guy has made his appearance I've decided to go private before introducing him to the world of blogging. If I have your e-mail you'll get an invite soon, if not list it here and I'll add you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link to the new blog: &lt;a href="http://dehoyosdelights.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dehoyosdelights.blogspot.com&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/3181375602448002397-2053768092307151532?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2053768092307151532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=2053768092307151532' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2053768092307151532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2053768092307151532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2010/08/starting-private-blog.html' title='Starting a Private Blog'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-6446412279942909604</id><published>2010-07-25T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:53:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>My wonderful friend Bethany threw me such a wonderful baby shower!  My talented friend Stacy made all the invitations, and another super talented friend Danell made all the super cute decorations!  I am &lt;b&gt;sooo&lt;/b&gt; grateful to these girls for all the work and effort they did in my behalf, they are so very kind and thoughtful.  I seriously only expected like 6 or 7 people to come, so when I arrived to a full house I was stunned. It was such a fun evening and I so appreciated all the thoughtful gifts! Friday night I stayed up till 4am going through all the baby stuff and started getting &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; excited for this little guy to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very good about taking pictures of all the super cute decorations, so to check out the details visit &lt;a href="http://fabulousonateacherssalary.blogspot.com/2010/05/monkey-business.html"&gt;Danell's crafting blog&lt;/a&gt; and check out all the other cool stuff she does while your there too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-6446412279942909604?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6446412279942909604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=6446412279942909604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/6446412279942909604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/6446412279942909604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-3012732787338046192</id><published>2010-07-25T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:52:11.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4MDExNzQzNTAzMCZwdD*xMjgwMTE3NTQ*NzM*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*xZmRlMDk5MjdiYTU*/YTE4YWZjMWJiYjU1MmM3NDBmNyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w853.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw853.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fab100%2FNancywshbrn%2FBaby+Shower%2F6961ea17.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s853.photobucket.com/albums/ab100/Nancywshbrn/Baby%20Shower/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6961ea17.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-3012732787338046192?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3012732787338046192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=3012732787338046192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3012732787338046192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3012732787338046192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-919603115069075487</id><published>2010-05-30T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:50:26.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving! (with some help =)</title><content type='html'>We are moving across "town" from Avondale to Gilbert, which is about an hour away.  Since the distance is manageable we've broken up the moving process into stages. Edward had some movers come and get all the big furniture on Wednesday.  (Wednesday night was also my baby shower, and if I can find my camera I will post more on that. It was so wonderful!) Anyway, Thursday night my Mom came down in her truck with my brother Jay to help me move some of the little stuff over. I don't think you realize how much "little stuff" you have until you attempt a move. It feels good to sort through stuff though and get rid of all the "why do we even have this?" items. We took one pick-up truck load of stuff to the DI. &lt;br /&gt;Let me just say we couldn't have accomplished all that we did this weekend without the help of my brother Jay. My mother isn't supposed to lift very heavy objects and I being pregnant guess that I shouldn't either. Jay is handicapped with Autism and is like a 6yr old in a massive bulldozer body.   For someone who spends most of his time building things with legos, doing puzzles, and rocking in a rocking chair, he has some serious muscle mass and is built like an ogre.  (The HS football coach in Page always commented on how much he wished Jay could play for the team, he's built right and can kick a football way across the field). &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would load up the boxes full of stuff, and then Jay would carry them one by one out to the truck where my mom would secure them down with a tarp and some bungee cords. Then Jay would help us with the unloading process as well.  He's such a sweet boy, and so eager to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/TANPcCkqUvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hJ0mNES5Soc/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/TANPcCkqUvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hJ0mNES5Soc/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477308914958226162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom was such a HUGE help too, and I am so grateful for her. She helped me line the drawers and cupboards with contact paper, finish painting a room, and clean.  And I was tired, hot, and grouchy part of the time and she was so patient and loving to me. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful mother!&lt;br /&gt;They were only here for two days, but we were able to get most of the stuff moved over.  We still have our TV and Internet hooked up in Avondale, as well as all our animals over here, so Edward and I are sleeping on an air-mattress tonight. It is fun, probably the closest thing to camping I'll ever get Edward to do! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-919603115069075487?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/919603115069075487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=919603115069075487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/919603115069075487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/919603115069075487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-with-some-help.html' title='Moving! (with some help =)'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/TANPcCkqUvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hJ0mNES5Soc/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-3905778685487991115</id><published>2010-04-25T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:58:04.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I exploded =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S9TxrOb_OYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0VgPA6bUNNc/s1600/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S9TxrOb_OYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0VgPA6bUNNc/s400/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464257972819409282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Shortly after Easter my belly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; popped out, and since then it just keeps growing and growing!  I love this stage of pregnancy because I can feel him moving around : ) I still have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; months left though so I'm starting to wonder just how big I'm going to get.  Snacking and sleeping all the time is so not a healthy lifestyle. Edward would laugh at me some days because I would start to nod off before we had even finished eating dinner.  It was like someone took my batteries out, my body would just completely shut down so I couldn't even think straight. I'm getting past that stage now though, and lately I've been having these wonderful bursts of energy (usually fueled by crafty projects;). &lt;br /&gt;          I've been refusing to buy maternity clothes -doing the hair-tie through the belt loop thing with long shirts pulled down over, and wearing stretchy skirts, but I finally broke down and went to my favorite little thrift store "Hope's Closet".  It is a cute little shop that runs completely on volunteer basis to help raise funds for women and children who are victims of domestic violence.  I got 9 cute shirts in bigger sizes, all in great condition, from Ann Taylor, Banana Republic, Gap, etc. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a skirt for a total of $15 dollars.  Can't beat that!  &lt;br /&gt;         Last night Edward and I ordered pizza and as we were waiting to pick it up, another customer in line asked us what we were having. Edward automatically answered "Pepperoni and Jalapenos".  I had to laugh, he's not used to being asked that question. It was funny to watch his face as it dawned on him the gentleman was referring to our baby =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-3905778685487991115?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3905778685487991115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=3905778685487991115' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3905778685487991115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3905778685487991115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-exploded.html' title='I exploded =)'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S9TxrOb_OYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0VgPA6bUNNc/s72-c/IMG_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-6845415809921228226</id><published>2010-03-14T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:04:17.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S52xN9axeWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nJnankMH6pY/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S52xN9axeWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nJnankMH6pY/s400/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448705977571440994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are expecting a little baby BOY due Aug 20th! Some of you know what a long process it has been for us getting this far as we've waited patiently through fertility treatments and some discouraging disappointments along the way.  Which explains my procrastination in making this announcement.  I kept telling myself, if everything is ok after the &lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt; Doctors appointment, &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; I'll tell everybody.  But we've had several ultrasounds and everything seems to be right on track so were starting to let ourselves hope and get excited!  I'm about 18 weeks now (I think, I lose track time goes by so fast and then so slow sometimes) and I'm starting to show even through my baggy sweaters, so I decided this is a good time to share the news! Thanks to everybody for all the prayers in our behalf. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-6845415809921228226?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6845415809921228226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=6845415809921228226' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/6845415809921228226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/6845415809921228226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2010/03/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S52xN9axeWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nJnankMH6pY/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-5739453967760103078</id><published>2010-02-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:08:27.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward's Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S2-aA2WyFZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gxu64kz83fI/s1600-h/robots.jpg.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S2-TmrvCAqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/u_UnMhbSaPE/s1600-h/nerfdarts.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this is overdue, but I thought I'd blog about some of Edward's Christmas presents he bought himself.  He is so nostalgic about toys he had as a kid, and I can kind of relate. (I love collecting children's books that I enjoyed while growing up, partly because someday I hope my kids will enjoy reading them also.)  Anyway, I rushed home from a work Christmas party to meet Edward so we could go to the Saturday night Stake Conference session together, and when I walked in the door I was bombarded with Nerf-darts. Edward was crouched on the floor in his suit and tie with one of these bad boys...   and it fires off a LOT of darts in rapid succession!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S2-TmrvCAqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/u_UnMhbSaPE/s200/nerfdarts.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435725568043778722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lovely (not) toy now has a permanent location next to the couch in our family room.  I kept moving it but it kept reappearing, so I finally asked him what the deal was. (Plus our home teachers were coming over that night and I was a little worried about what kind of reception he'd planned)  Turns out he's been using it to shoot our two cats whenever they scratch on the screen door or furniture or hop on the counter. (I used to just squirt them with a water bottle, but that requires getting off the couch, and Edward is much more inventive ;) Our house has an open floor-plan so Edward can aim into several different rooms from his spot on the couch.  And I get to pick up darts I find scattered all over the house (good practice for when I have kids:). The second toy he bought himself was a "Sock'em Rock'em" that he said we could use to solve arguments (better then rock, paper, scissors eh), but it's still in the box. (must be cuz we never disagree, lol =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S2-aA2WyFZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gxu64kz83fI/s1600-h/robots.jpg.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S2-aA2WyFZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gxu64kz83fI/s200/robots.jpg.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435732614641227154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 122px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that Edward has such a youthful spirit and finds the joy and pleasure in simple things.  He makes me laugh every day.  He'll be such a fun loving Dad to our kids. I'm a very blessed gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-5739453967760103078?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/5739453967760103078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=5739453967760103078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5739453967760103078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5739453967760103078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2010/02/edwards-toys.html' title='Edward&apos;s Toys'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/S2-TmrvCAqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/u_UnMhbSaPE/s72-c/nerfdarts.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-1948579763993862957</id><published>2009-12-01T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:37:17.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Clips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SxbAMlNduXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w9wJfN-9YOE/s1600-h/IMG_0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;For a RS Super Saturday craft we learned how to make these cute flower clips (again from my talented friend Stacy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SxbAMlNduXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w9wJfN-9YOE/s200/IMG_0635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410723324711778674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sxa_uQWlsGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o0OGIPf-CmM/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sxa_uQWlsGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o0OGIPf-CmM/s200/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410722803716829282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sxa_VEh_XGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/T-CU1EU4kUc/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sxa_VEh_XGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/T-CU1EU4kUc/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I made a bunch of Halloween ones to pass out to the gals I work with. And we made these cute Christmas clips as a gift from the leaders to the YW! They are fun and easy once you get the hang of it! Here's an &lt;a href="http://sewritzytitzy.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-annas-gardenfabric-flower-tutorial.html"&gt;online tutorial&lt;/a&gt; I found incase anybody wants to give them a try : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SxbA_Rexl2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/s3PznCa5NkM/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SxbA_Rexl2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/s3PznCa5NkM/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410724195589003106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-1948579763993862957?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/1948579763993862957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=1948579763993862957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/1948579763993862957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/1948579763993862957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/12/flower-clips.html' title='Flower Clips!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SxbAMlNduXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w9wJfN-9YOE/s72-c/IMG_0635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-3949450804722742995</id><published>2009-11-21T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:28:58.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SwhZpS1y70I/AAAAAAAAALc/pfVQIHDe_Oo/s1600/New+Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SwhZpS1y70I/AAAAAAAAALc/pfVQIHDe_Oo/s400/New+Moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406669918625263426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok I just have to say I really liked this movie! It was such a pleasant surprise considering the first one was such a flop.  It was a fun girls night out! Thank you to Stacy, our extremely talented friend who made our shirts! Edward (my Edward) just rolled his eyes when he saw me wearing it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Swha7zBeYhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7QOjSuBIA5o/s1600/IMG_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Swha7zBeYhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7QOjSuBIA5o/s200/IMG_0672.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406671336013455890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Swhaofl4rNI/AAAAAAAAALs/Iu-zLio2OXs/s1600/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Swhaofl4rNI/AAAAAAAAALs/Iu-zLio2OXs/s400/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406671004379950290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /&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/3181375602448002397-3949450804722742995?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3949450804722742995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=3949450804722742995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3949450804722742995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3949450804722742995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SwhZpS1y70I/AAAAAAAAALc/pfVQIHDe_Oo/s72-c/New+Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-3521507437566552689</id><published>2009-10-08T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:06:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Contest = )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every October &lt;a href="http://www.baileyorthoaz.com/"&gt;Dr. Bailey's&lt;/a&gt; office (An Orthodontist in Surprise, Az) does a pumpkin decorating contest for all the Dental professionals in the area. The office with the "best" pumpkin gets a catered lunch from anywhere they choose. But the BEST part is that all the pumpkins are donated to &lt;b&gt;Phoenix Children's Hospital&lt;/b&gt; to decorate their halls and rooms! I had a couple patients cancel today, so I ran to Michael's to get some supplies and a Styrofoam pumpkin. Suzy had the cute idea of doing Cinderella's carriage! Here's the finished product as of when I left today, (Steph was going to "bling" it up some more with a few more rhinestones)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Ss7CCfq1gPI/AAAAAAAAALU/59ngKKgBTuw/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Ss7CCfq1gPI/AAAAAAAAALU/59ngKKgBTuw/s400/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390459152125755634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it! We put gold glitter glue all over it and stuck rhinestones down the crevices. Robin found, printed, and cut out the door, and we added a Cinderella sticker. My project was the "vine" wheels and gems. Usually I have a hard time doing crafty projects in a group because I want it to be like &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; vision, and I can't handle &lt;i&gt;ugly&lt;/i&gt; ideas, but we all worked GREAT together (like we do with everything:) and it was a lot of fun! I hope the kids like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-3521507437566552689?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3521507437566552689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=3521507437566552689' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3521507437566552689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3521507437566552689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-contest.html' title='Pumpkin Contest = )'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Ss7CCfq1gPI/AAAAAAAAALU/59ngKKgBTuw/s72-c/IMG_0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-7399110369768966881</id><published>2009-09-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:16:31.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found the answer to the mosquito conundrum! (see earlier post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqSS3tITtmI/AAAAAAAAALI/poIsR3rFovc/s1600-h/Mosquito.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqSS3tITtmI/AAAAAAAAALI/poIsR3rFovc/s320/Mosquito.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378585340692117090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supposedly people that get "stressed out" easily, emit a smell that repels mosquitos. Who knew? Check it out at &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970204660604574378933761528214.html?mod=yhoofront"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wall Street Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I guess I'm just calm, cool, and collected ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-7399110369768966881?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7399110369768966881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=7399110369768966881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7399110369768966881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7399110369768966881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/09/found-answer-to-mosquito-conundrum.html' title='Found the answer to the mosquito conundrum! (see earlier post)'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqSS3tITtmI/AAAAAAAAALI/poIsR3rFovc/s72-c/Mosquito.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-3321728736938122931</id><published>2009-09-04T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:45:47.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall hangings (for Lisa : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute friend Lisa has a theme inspired blog with such creative ideas! I'm stealing her latest post idea "&lt;a href="http://www.mooreminutes.com/2009/08/if-walls-could-talk.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;If Walls could Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", and sharing some of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; home decor. I have to agree that the pictures in a person's home tell so much about the people living there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First I dug up a horror from the past. This hideous &lt;i&gt;Picasso&lt;/i&gt; pic was hanging front and center in Edward's living room when I met him.  After we were married I &lt;b&gt;quickly&lt;/b&gt; took it down. I hate it. It's just plain ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGn59-qO6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/aqfrLQmVd0A/s1600-h/IMG_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGn59-qO6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/aqfrLQmVd0A/s320/IMG_0535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377764044388842402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGjmnrnakI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Xx3DunNL55Y/s1600-h/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGjmnrnakI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Xx3DunNL55Y/s320/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377759313939360322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just LOVE this tree picture! It is Ansel Adams "Oak tree Sunrise".  It reminds me of something out of &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt;.  It hangs above our couch in the living room.  (It's kinda like your Tree picture Lisa, it's just missing an inspirational scripture!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGgR1T6vZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Drea07o8odk/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGgR1T6vZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Drea07o8odk/s200/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377755658285923730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was a Christmas gift &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from our good friends the Abercrombie's.  Bethany is a very talented artist and does illustrations for children's books.  She drew this picture of the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/main/0,11204,1912-1-63-2,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Edward and I got married in!  It hangs in our living room also. (Sorry the photo is so blurry, I was in a hurry, Ha! I rhymed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We found these two photos in a travel magazine.  I loved them because the little tug boat says "Nancy" on the side! Edward clipped them out for me and found me these cute frames so I could hang them in &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; bathroom! (Yes, we have separate bathrooms for now, it helped solve a lot of squabbles when we first got married ; ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGeYmO7hfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-DfFcd1Ktmc/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGeYmO7hfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-DfFcd1Ktmc/s400/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377753575474300402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These pictures hang in our family room. The picture of Christ I made for Edward when we were dating and I worked at a framing/matting company.  The print came from a calendar by Greg Olsen.  The frames on the side are bordered by small pictures of the Savior, and hold "&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/library/display/0,4945,90-1-10-1,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The living Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e1fa5f74db46c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=1aba862384d20110VgnVCM100000176f620a____"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Family Proclamation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", they were wedding gifts from my Aunt Yvette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGaVWp2gLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9v9W2NypODw/s1600-h/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGaVWp2gLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9v9W2NypODw/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377749121706131634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These two hang in my yellow laundry room. The cross-stitch was a wedding gift from a sweet lady, and the "Home" mantle I made at a family reunion craft project. The words were printed from a color printer onto a Wallpaper design (in two separate sections, you can only see the line if you look really close).  I painted the standard wood mantle black. After the paper was pasted to the board, an enamel seal was sprayed on to &lt;i&gt;finish&lt;/i&gt; it! (You could do it easy Lisa!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGweSdrIzI/AAAAAAAAALA/TW2jEP3CkOI/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGweSdrIzI/AAAAAAAAALA/TW2jEP3CkOI/s200/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377773464455947058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGWRjoMKCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NmQuDTeQyo4/s1600-h/IMG_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGWRjoMKCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NmQuDTeQyo4/s200/IMG_0523.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377744658422835234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;elow are prints I've purchased impulsively, but have nowhere to hang that fits!  Maybe someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGVN_juAqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_ec8ly-nxFY/s1600-h/Saying+grace.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGVN_juAqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_ec8ly-nxFY/s320/Saying+grace.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377743497689170594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGXB92AyoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rQRPpUZbIE0/s1600-h/IMG_0530.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGXB92AyoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rQRPpUZbIE0/s320/IMG_0530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377745490093853314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, my "Wish List":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGr7khBGmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/claSqIBFZKQ/s1600-h/Prayer+at+Valley+Forge.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGr7khBGmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/claSqIBFZKQ/s200/Prayer+at+Valley+Forge.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377768469959875170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGtnHfrFVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aNNQzCMNvpg/s1600-h/Plant+Ferry%27s+Seeds.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGtnHfrFVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aNNQzCMNvpg/s200/Plant+Ferry%27s+Seeds.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770317595481426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGtexB_C5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/E0ZYhzZTZ3Q/s1600-h/Good+Housekeeping1.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGtexB_C5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/E0ZYhzZTZ3Q/s200/Good+Housekeeping1.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770174126427026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-3321728736938122931?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3321728736938122931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=3321728736938122931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3321728736938122931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/3321728736938122931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/09/wall-hangings-for-lisa.html' title='Wall hangings (for Lisa : )'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SqGn59-qO6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/aqfrLQmVd0A/s72-c/IMG_0535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-5389201962472146505</id><published>2009-08-30T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:58:53.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So I vacuumed my grass again yesterday! But this time the "snow" was Emma's fur : ) Poor Emma gets so bushy she looks miserable when we send her outside to do her business. So for the third time this summer I shaved her down! I didn't take a pic of her before, but I found some old pics that show just how shaggy she can get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SpsDGbhPLMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i5gmzCnydq4/s1600-h/Blog3.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SpsDGbhPLMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i5gmzCnydq4/s400/Blog3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375893989198081218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SppA4LQ160I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZUn1SchrzUE/s1600-h/Blog1.jpg.png" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SppA4LQ160I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZUn1SchrzUE/s1600-h/Blog1.jpg.png" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And after... I've got some pretty mad grooming skills eh!? It shocked me the first time I saw her after a haircut -she doesn't even look like the same dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SppC5Hsf9gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0f9nmDXUVYA/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SppC5Hsf9gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0f9nmDXUVYA/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375682654305777154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I cut her hair I think of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minifilm&lt;/span&gt;. We love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EECXv0sMwks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EECXv0sMwks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-5389201962472146505?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/5389201962472146505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=5389201962472146505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5389201962472146505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5389201962472146505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-cut.html' title='Summer cut!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SpsDGbhPLMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i5gmzCnydq4/s72-c/Blog3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-5629164436998128661</id><published>2009-07-20T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:22:20.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesky Critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SmTDwec0m_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/1SOj13Av_Bs/s1600-h/Mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360624694052822002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SmTDwec0m_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/1SOj13Av_Bs/s320/Mosquito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so while I was in Idaho for my fam reunion -I was eaten alive by Mosquitos from my knees down! And I got some sort of strange satisfaction from scratching them! It's like I remember having chicken pox as a child and my Mom was a Nazi about keeping me from scratching them, and now I could scratch all I wanted -so I did. Unfortunately I didn't realize they would scarr over. And since I am a somewhat vain silly girl, I have been wearing pants daily (in 115 degree weather) and nylons (yuck) to church for the last 2 weeks to cover up the uglyness. I am so glad they are starting to fade, I have learned my lesson. The mosquitos didn't even bite Edward once! I guess that's proof I'm sweeter ; ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-5629164436998128661?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/5629164436998128661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=5629164436998128661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5629164436998128661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5629164436998128661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/07/pesky-critters.html' title='Pesky Critters'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SmTDwec0m_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/1SOj13Av_Bs/s72-c/Mosquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-4859678833268382536</id><published>2009-07-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:57:30.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday #26!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sl1gOn77b7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cOnY3esyGO0/s1600-h/DSCN0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sl1gOn77b7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cOnY3esyGO0/s320/DSCN0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358544935995535282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sl1gBrII7eI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nvp8I8iF1YE/s1600-h/DSCN0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sl1gBrII7eI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nvp8I8iF1YE/s320/DSCN0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358544713513758178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so lucky to have the job I do. Not only do I work in a beautiful office (check it out at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.srcalldds.com/"&gt;www.srcalldds.com&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;but the people there are so sweet and fun! (pictured above: Sweet Suzy &amp;amp; Steff) For my Birthday they blew up a ton of balloons (seven garbage bags full) and taped them all over my room!  Dr. Call brought in birthday donuts and then took us out to Red Robin for lunch! It was such a fun day, I felt like I was getting paid to party! That evening Edward took me out for Chinese food...Yummm! It was a great day!&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-4859678833268382536?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/4859678833268382536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=4859678833268382536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/4859678833268382536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/4859678833268382536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-26.html' title='Birthday #26!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/Sl1gOn77b7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cOnY3esyGO0/s72-c/DSCN0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-1294028719094109167</id><published>2009-07-05T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:52:51.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washburn Fam Reunion 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SlGccMh39_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XVEK1_v4_Ww/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SlGccMh39_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XVEK1_v4_Ww/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355233440133806066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending a fantastic week at girls camp with the wonderful YW of our ward, I packed up again and Edward &amp;amp; I flew off to Idaho for the Washburn Family Reunion!  I am so grateful to my Grandpa for facilitating this annual event. We wouldn't miss it for the world! It is so nice to get together and enjoy each others company.  You can always count on good food, laughing till you cry, and feeling the warmth and love of family!   (See pics below =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-1294028719094109167?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/1294028719094109167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=1294028719094109167' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/1294028719094109167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/1294028719094109167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-spending-fantastic-week-at-girls.html' title='Washburn Fam Reunion 09'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SlGccMh39_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XVEK1_v4_Ww/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-7208493142705409644</id><published>2009-07-05T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:39:43.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*Njg2MjY5NTQ1NyZwdD*xMjQ2ODYyNzMxMzg2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*xZmRlMDk5MjdiYTU*YTE4YWZjMWJiYjU1MmM3NDBmNyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w853.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w853.photobucket.com/albums/ab100/Nancywshbrn/271a6d06.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s853.photobucket.com/albums/ab100/Nancywshbrn/?action=view&amp;current=271a6d06.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-7208493142705409644?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7208493142705409644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=7208493142705409644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7208493142705409644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7208493142705409644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-8975142682469175743</id><published>2009-05-09T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:20:34.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing with my Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went to Page last weekend for a visit! My dad and I tied at 302 points in an intense Scrabble game Friday night (Shocker, cuz my Mom usually wins!), so we agreed that the tiebreaker was whoever caught the most fish the following morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXJjgVEpjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TWSZrvMCGn8/s1600-h/n1362621631_106634_7733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXJjgVEpjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TWSZrvMCGn8/s400/n1362621631_106634_7733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333890945501144626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love going trout fishing with my Dad down the Colorado river! For me it's more about the hike than it is the fish though.  It's so beautiful and serene down in the canyon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXJVlmUh3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfcN7OROP4g/s1600-h/IMG_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXJVlmUh3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfcN7OROP4g/s400/IMG_0189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333890706397497202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking down in.  I love my Dad!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXI99Qs9KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/82s32DVamUg/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXI99Qs9KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/82s32DVamUg/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333890300432413858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally reaching the bottom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXIGqVrXlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uuZOgOKP3T0/s1600-h/IMG_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXIGqVrXlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uuZOgOKP3T0/s400/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333889350460202578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad was kind enough to thread my worms for me! Edward will never go fishing because he feels bad for the worm on the hook, and then the fish on the hook afterwards! He has such a tender heart for all living things! He won't even kill spiders, he scoops them up on a magazine and then carries them outside! Anyway, back to fishing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXHmEmrWvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bUj1H4RZ9V4/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXHmEmrWvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bUj1H4RZ9V4/s400/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333888790575143666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first all we caught were big gobs of slimy green moss. Gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXG7VN6hLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9b83xUkLANE/s1600-h/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXG7VN6hLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9b83xUkLANE/s400/IMG_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333888056300307634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We moved further down river and found a nice sandbar.  I could even wade out in the freezing cold water here and cast out a little further.  Fishing is all about location!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXIZYB6BqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SuvhkpVi_yM/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXIZYB6BqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SuvhkpVi_yM/s400/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333889671962953378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting a nibble...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXGhIx_lgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VZbZzPeaKzY/s1600-h/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXGhIx_lgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VZbZzPeaKzY/s400/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333887606285374978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fish at last!  In the end I caught 4 fish and my Dad caught &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXGHhOrYsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xVdYHglCvIc/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXGHhOrYsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xVdYHglCvIc/s400/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333887166171538114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to hike back up and out with the added weight of the fish in the pack.  My legs were a little sore the next day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXFwJM-bcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NW93H8qtM_4/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXFwJM-bcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NW93H8qtM_4/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333886764584955330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love that Arizona red rock! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The sun was just setting as we reached the truck, and finding our way back to the highway was tricky business! There are like a million dirt roads winding around the Navajo Reservation, and they crisscross each other everywhere!   My dad tried blazing his own path across the desert, but we couldn't get the 4-wheel-drive to work. I'd rather be in the truck looking for the highway though, than running along the highway looking for the truck (which has happened before)!  It's always an adventure with my Dad : )  Thanks Dad! It was a fun trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-8975142682469175743?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/8975142682469175743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=8975142682469175743' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/8975142682469175743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/8975142682469175743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/05/fishing-with-my-dad.html' title='Fishing with my Dad!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgXJjgVEpjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TWSZrvMCGn8/s72-c/n1362621631_106634_7733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-901184114360704089</id><published>2009-05-07T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:22:26.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgSOh3GYdmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4jLfal3p-bo/s1600-h/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgSOh3GYdmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4jLfal3p-bo/s400/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333544571091056226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my beautifull Mom! She is the most amazing woman you will ever meet! She is a cancer survivor and crazy teenage daughter survivor = ).  I know everyone thinks their Mom is the best, but I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; think mine is!  She is a woman of many talents! She has an incredible greenthumb. (As is evident by the flowers blooming in the background.) I think because she nurtures weeds and plants alike for their respective herbal and medicinal properties, they in turn flourish under her care! (Unfortunately I do not have this talent -I struggle to keep plants alive).  It always amazes me when we go for walks together how she can name all the plants along the way and tell me what they can be used for! (even down here in the middle of Pheonix where I didn't think anything good grew.) I've always admired her for getting her Bachelors and becoming an RN.  She is a hard worker! She is a gifted tole painter -and has made lots of cute decorations to make home festive for every Holiday!  She cans food, bakes bread, sews, you name it! And a hidden talent -she has written 300 pages thus far for a book about Jay/Autism! I hope I can be as kind, patient, and loving to my children as she has been to me.  What I admire most about my mother though is her steadfastness and love of the gospel! Her testimony is rock solid and unwavering, and she has a vast knowledge and understanding of the scriptures that only comes from years of earnest studying.  She has an inner strength and peace that she uses to uplift others. I am so grateful to have such a wonderful mother and friend! Happy Mothers Day Mom!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-901184114360704089?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/901184114360704089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=901184114360704089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/901184114360704089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/901184114360704089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!!!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgSOh3GYdmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4jLfal3p-bo/s72-c/IMG_0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-4413132878976005342</id><published>2009-04-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:52:25.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Anniversary!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgESggG-DYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lnaiHVevclU/s1600-h/n1362621631_106632_7048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgESggG-DYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lnaiHVevclU/s400/n1362621631_106632_7048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332563783367658882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Eva Ross stitched this for us as a wedding present. I just love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-4413132878976005342?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/4413132878976005342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=4413132878976005342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/4413132878976005342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/4413132878976005342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/05/4th-anniversary.html' title='4th Anniversary!!!!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SgESggG-DYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lnaiHVevclU/s72-c/n1362621631_106632_7048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-7814748930131045153</id><published>2009-03-08T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:45:46.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old...</title><content type='html'>I usually never have a cell phone longer than a year cuz I drop it and break it, or my cat knocks it in the bathtub, or I get pushed in the pool unexpectedly (actually -that one's Edward). Amazingly the phone I have now is three yrs old! A few buttons have popped off and there's makeup caked between the keys (gross I know), so I decided it was time to upgrade. I was going through my old saved text messages before I transfer everything over and the ones from Edward make me smile. I decided just to post them for memory sake (this is the closest thing to a journal I have going right now), even though some of them won't make any sense to anyone else reading them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Sweet your like every other dummy in the land&lt;/strong&gt;. (I shredded my T-mobile Rebate card cuz I thought is was a credit card offer -they said people accidently do that all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;*On Valentines he sent me a pic of &lt;strong&gt;Sylvester the cat holding a boquet of flowers&lt;/strong&gt;. He says I'm like Pepe-Le-Pew (the skunk) cuz I chase him around the house and smother him. Seldom happens ;)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Pray 4 your soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Off to the temple w/missionaries c u later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Should love your husband he bought it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Thats a sweet T where does one get such a fine garment? &lt;/strong&gt;(I sent him a pic of my dad concentrating hard on a scrabble game, and my dad happened to be wearing a T-shirt Edward got him :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;How's the kissing booth workin out? &lt;/strong&gt;(I was helping my Mom with her nursing booth -there was no kissing :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;I'm back stage with Jack Black&lt;/strong&gt; (He really was!)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Good. At least we wern't the only dummies up at 4am &lt;/strong&gt;(We were up taking care of our friend's kids while they were at the hospital having another baby :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the jungle baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Rise and shine little girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Way to be old school. Where r u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Have a good time. I love u. No speeding! &lt;/strong&gt;(Taking off for another trip to Page to see my fam. I'v gotten a lot of tickets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Way to do your patriotic duties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Good morning wef a &lt;/strong&gt;(nickname -pronounced "weefay" = means "wife".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Do u want me to get u a Harry Potter book? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I 87 hundred dollars love u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*3 down, an eternity to go. I super love u. &lt;/strong&gt;(On our third anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-7814748930131045153?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7814748930131045153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=7814748930131045153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7814748930131045153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7814748930131045153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-with-old.html' title='Out with the old...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-2320567320386717863</id><published>2009-02-14T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:05:25.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Books</title><content type='html'>I have always enjoyed reading. However, when I finish a series or author I love, I get this sad feeling like I've just lost a friend. It's like I've finished eating a really good cake and I'm craving more, but I know I'll never have any ever again. (Silly analogy I know.) And then the thought goes through my head that I will never be able to find another book as good, I always think I've already read all the good ones ever written. You can never trust the book store people, they always recomend dumb crap (Soap opera style). I mostly stick to reading young adult books cuz they're safer, or maybe cuz I havn't grown up yet :). I want to teach my kids to love to read, and I decided to start a list of some of my favorite* books growing up! If you have suggestions to add, or any recommendations of good books to read now (I'm kinda in a slump), please let me know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The Boxcar Children&lt;/strong&gt; (Loved the first book, but tired of the others quickly. Too happy go lucky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The American Girl Books &lt;/strong&gt;(I read about all the dolls they had at that time, from Samantha to Addy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Nancy Drew mysteries&lt;/strong&gt; (I read all 54 of the origionals in 5th grade, I liked that we had the same name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Little House on the Praire&lt;/strong&gt; (Don't read the sequel "Rose" about Laura's daughter though -it was depressing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Summer of the Monkey's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*My side of the Mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;The adventures of Tom Sawyer and Hucklberry Finn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Little Women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Harry Potter books*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*G. A. Henty books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Little Lord Fauntleroy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lorna Doone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The Princess Bride &lt;/strong&gt;(also a good movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Anne of Green Gables &lt;/strong&gt;(ditto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Pride and Prejudice &lt;/strong&gt;( " )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jane Eyre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Mrs. Mike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Where the Red Fern Grows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Rangers Apprentice &lt;/strong&gt;(My brother Buzz's favorite books, and I think they're good too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*A distant Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Three against Hitler &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Number the Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Twilight Series &lt;/strong&gt;(I also enjoyed reading "The Host")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore really good ones right now, but I'll add to the list as I read and remember :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-2320567320386717863?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2320567320386717863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=2320567320386717863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2320567320386717863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2320567320386717863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-books.html' title='Good Books'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-392859449096783933</id><published>2008-12-04T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:39:58.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Sweet Grandma passed away today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276174057877264274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/STi8Wezn15I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_S0mHzTmi4c/s400/Gram+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma has had Parkinson's Disease for quite a while now, and she has been really suffering of late, so it is really a blessing that she was able pass on. She had been telling my grandpa lately, "Why can't I just get out of this old and broken body?". I know that she is happy to be with her parents and her brother now. I have a testimony of Christ's ressurection, and that one day we too can be reunited with our bodies forever. I have a testimony of Eternal Families, and am so gr&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/STi8DH5vpPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZY3RRqv48bU/s1600-h/Gram+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276173725311411442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/STi8DH5vpPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZY3RRqv48bU/s200/Gram+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atefull that Heavenly Father loves us all so much, and blesses us with such hope! I will miss her so much. She is such a wonderfull, spiritual, and amazing woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lived with my Grandparents for a year while I was in school, and my Grandma was my best friend! She would sleep out in the living room in the recliner, and sometimes I would sleep on the couch. She loved having her head massaged and her hair combed, so we would stay up late, me scratching her head to help her tremors go away, and her listening to me chatter and babble on and on about this and that. It was like a weekly slumber party! My Grandma has such a great sense of humor. One time the dishwasher melted a cup, so that it was shaped more like a triangle. My Grandma picked it up and said, "Your Grandpa is going to love this! Finally a cup that will fit over his nose when he drinks!" Another time I was having some chocolate milk, and my grandma asked me if I wanted her to hold it for a minute so it was "mixed real good" (because of her tremor&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/STi70L84YrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bks14cZffCE/s1600-h/Gram+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276173468700271282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/STi70L84YrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bks14cZffCE/s200/Gram+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s). Edward's favorite is when one time I was telling her about a friend of mine who is Hopi (Native American) and whose parents fixed an arranged marriage for her. My grandma said. "Well, I guess they just '&lt;em&gt;Hopi'&lt;/em&gt; for the best!" And her cute little 'tee hee hee' laugh was so infectious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma was a very talented woman. She loved to read and was a grammatical expert. She helped me edit my school papers several times. She got her Bachelors in "Large food quantity production" from BYU, which came in handy later when she had 10 kids and lots of visitors! She taught me how to cook, and her special recipe for french bread, Edward is very gratefull to her for that! She was an amazing seamstress. I still have the baby blanket she sewed for me. She sewed the outfits my dad and the twins are wearing in the photo to the right. But most of all she was loving, patient, and kind, a wonderfull wife, mother, and grandma, and a disciple of Christ all her life. Her testimony shone out of her and touched all who knew her.  I love you Grandma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-392859449096783933?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/392859449096783933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=392859449096783933' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/392859449096783933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/392859449096783933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dear-sweet-grandma-passed-away-today.html' title='My Dear Sweet Grandma passed away today.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/STi8Wezn15I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_S0mHzTmi4c/s72-c/Gram+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-2016444311137345040</id><published>2008-11-07T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:11:16.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffing Everywhere….(and not the Thanksgiving kind)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SRUtS1WFORI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mgL0cr4_mPA/s1600-h/teddy+bear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266165140860254482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SRUtS1WFORI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mgL0cr4_mPA/s200/teddy+bear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Oct. Edward and I went to San Antonio to visit his Parents. We had a really nice time -I love them so much! While we were there Edward found his old teddybear he’d had when he was a baby out in the shed. It was dirty with holes and stuffing coming out, but I told him I would try to restore it. He was so nostalgic with the thing, everytime some stuffing would float out he’d catch it and poke it back inside, trying to keep "teddy" whole.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I just stuck "teddy" in the laundry room so I could figure out what to do with him later. Well somehow he got caught up in a blanket that I threw in the wash, and when I looked in the machine there were millions of little crumbly pieces of stuffing everywhere! I decided to bundle up the blanket and take it outside to shake. I don’t know if I was thinking it would all just blow away in the wind or dissolve or what, because when I was done there were little pieces of stuffing all over the back yard! It looked like it had snowed! I got a mental picture of Edward trying to pick up all the little pieces of his bear and put them back inside the little limp body and I panicked! I got the vacuum out and using the attachments I started vacuuming it all up. I saw the neighbors in the two story behind us watching me, I’m sure they were wondering why this crazy lady was vacuuming her grass! Anyway, all the evidence has been disposed of, and when I go visit my parents after Thanksgiving my mom said she’ll help me put new stuffing in "teddy" and sew him up. I always seem to make so much more work for myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-2016444311137345040?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2016444311137345040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=2016444311137345040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2016444311137345040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2016444311137345040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuffing-everywhereand-not-thanksgiving.html' title='Stuffing Everywhere….(and not the Thanksgiving kind)!!!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SRUtS1WFORI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mgL0cr4_mPA/s72-c/teddy+bear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-8233020482816168454</id><published>2008-10-31T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:57:03.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a thing for "Edward's"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SQtzLfO37kI/AAAAAAAAADw/NjdOtb1X3M4/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263427230712196674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SQtzLfO37kI/AAAAAAAAADw/NjdOtb1X3M4/s200/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought the book Twilight awhile back because I've heard so much about it I wanted to find out what the fuss was all about, but I kept putting off reading it because it sounded kinda dumb to me. I think because I was so determined not to like it, I hated the first chapter and almost didn't read anymore. I say &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; because it hooked me after that and I stayed up till 2am reading! (Yup, I got 4hrs of sleep last night, the hardest thing about being an adult is telling myself when to go to bed). I've only read the first 150 pages, but so far I looove the Edward character! I even went back and re-read the Edward parts at lunch today before continuing on :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think about it I always like Edward characters. I love Edward Rochester in the book "Jane Eyre", and the Edward in "Sense and Sensibility". When I was in college my 3 roomates all left to go home for a three day weekend. (I lived to far away to go home, and I had an old car running on hamsters that wounldn't have made the trip anyway.) So I had a movie marathon and one of my roomates had an edited (TV recording) of Pretty Woman. I must've watched that 3 times that weekend cuz I loved the Edward guy, I even went to the mall and pretended like I had Richard Gere's credit card (the part where she goes shopping) and I tried on everything I liked at Ann Taylor and Bannana Republic just for fun. (I couldn't really buy anything).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I think the hottest most charming Edward is the one I married! I love reading in my journal about our first dates. He still makes my heart flutter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-8233020482816168454?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/8233020482816168454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=8233020482816168454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/8233020482816168454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/8233020482816168454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-thing-for-edwards.html' title='I have a thing for &quot;Edward&apos;s&quot;!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SQtzLfO37kI/AAAAAAAAADw/NjdOtb1X3M4/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-643324701808522840</id><published>2008-10-27T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:14:57.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Gato!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261910266866422034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SQYPgkiN0RI/AAAAAAAAADo/5FyIueBlQN0/s200/Lucky+charms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Katie LOVES lucky charms! Whenever she hears me pour a bowl she skids into the kitchen. She waits till I turn to the fridge to get the milk, then she'll hop up on the counter -paw out a few marshmellows and race off before I can scold her for being up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one corner in our family room that has a potted palm tree, and today I noticed a stinky smell whenever I got close -so I've been shampooing the carpet in that corner like mad -but it still stunk. So I got real close and sniffed everything to figure out where the odor was coming from, turns out Katie pooped in the soil there! (I know it was her -she's devious) DISGUSTING! Now everything is cleaned and fabreezed, and I'm wondering 'Does anybody want a cat?' J/K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-643324701808522840?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/643324701808522840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=643324701808522840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/643324701808522840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/643324701808522840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-gato.html' title='Crazy Gato!!!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SQYPgkiN0RI/AAAAAAAAADo/5FyIueBlQN0/s72-c/Lucky+charms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-637235391458069725</id><published>2008-10-19T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:09:56.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mad "hat"-ter family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258965146713657362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SPuY8BAHEBI/AAAAAAAAADY/L8jRyD0p9Ew/s200/rafting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My dad is very light skinned. He freckles in the sun and burns very easily -so he never goes on any outdoor adventures without one of his floppy brimmed straw hats! (He was pretending to be a pirate on this rafting trip last yr -that's why he has the goofy eye patch on, he even talked in Pirate lingo with words like 'matey' and 'aaargh' :) I appreciate the fact that he is skin cancer conciouse now, but when I was growing up I was always a little embarrased that he insisted on wearing his farmer John's hat, and he often tried to get us to wear one too! I love my Dad so much!.........Now to preface the next picture I need to explain a little about my brother Jay. He is one year younger than me and has low functioning Autism. He is the sweetest boy and I love him so much! He has a hard time understanding the purpose of things. For example, my mom taught him how to empty the dishwasher -so then he started putting all the dishes he found away in the cubbords -clean or dirty, and regardless of whether you were done eating your meal or not. All he understood was that "dishes go in cubbords". So she tried to reverse it by teaching him h&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SPueg74U3lI/AAAAAAAAADg/lu-o--Z1CE0/s1600-h/Jay"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258971278552129106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SPueg74U3lI/AAAAAAAAADg/lu-o--Z1CE0/s200/Jay%27s+hats.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher -but then he started taking clean dishes out of the cupboards and precaroiusly trying to balance /stuff them all in the dishwasher. Needless to say, he was quickly excused from helping out with household chores (mabey he's secretly a geniuse!) He understands that "hats go on your head" so anytime he finds one he'll put it on -and my brothers have a lot of baseball hats! My mom found him asleep in bed like this one night and I thought it was pretty funny :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-637235391458069725?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/637235391458069725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=637235391458069725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/637235391458069725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/637235391458069725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/mad-hat-er-family.html' title='The mad &quot;hat&quot;-ter family!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SPuY8BAHEBI/AAAAAAAAADY/L8jRyD0p9Ew/s72-c/rafting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-5063394858940386773</id><published>2008-10-05T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:10:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's on a Mission!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOl2Wx8_tlI/AAAAAAAAADA/aSnliptTUoc/s1600-h/Brian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253860574042764882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOl2Wx8_tlI/AAAAAAAAADA/aSnliptTUoc/s200/Brian%27s+mission+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOl3dd6BMDI/AAAAAAAAADI/xu6qzG2PKNo/s1600-h/Brian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253861788432281650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOl3dd6BMDI/AAAAAAAAADI/xu6qzG2PKNo/s200/Brian%27s+mission+2.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Brian lived with us for about a year while he was going to school, then in June he left to serve a mission in Atlanta, Georgia Spanish speaking! I miss him (he was my work-out buddy, now I'm just getting chubby J/K) but I'm so proud of him! He's picking up Spanish really well and his zone just had 7 baptisms! (My brothers the tall one with dark hair)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-5063394858940386773?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/5063394858940386773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=5063394858940386773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5063394858940386773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5063394858940386773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-brothers-on-mission.html' title='My Brother&apos;s on a Mission!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOl2Wx8_tlI/AAAAAAAAADA/aSnliptTUoc/s72-c/Brian%27s+mission+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-2352404777380731666</id><published>2008-09-30T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:23:23.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOMJKlpgJYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vg2oUHj-COw/s1600-h/Emily+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252051667953657218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOMJKlpgJYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vg2oUHj-COw/s200/Emily+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOMGRKR9ApI/AAAAAAAAACw/8IP5JGmlk0M/s1600-h/Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252048482331329170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOMGRKR9ApI/AAAAAAAAACw/8IP5JGmlk0M/s200/Emily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Emily! Edward calls her Ratatuii cuz I shaved her for the summer and she really did kinda look like a big rat! Her ears &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; big -I've looked at other Yorkie pics and hers are definately on the large side. Sometimes I wonder if she secretly uses them to fly cuz she's like a jumping mountain goat -she gets on top of everything. One day I found her on the fridge! (I think Edward must have put her up there -but he denies it). I made an appt with a fertility doc on Halloween (spooky), but for now Emily's my baby and I love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-2352404777380731666?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2352404777380731666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=2352404777380731666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2352404777380731666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2352404777380731666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/09/emily-pictures.html' title='Emily pictures!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SOMJKlpgJYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vg2oUHj-COw/s72-c/Emily+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-7381644974979734660</id><published>2008-09-05T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:14:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ambitious husband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SMHAqlaygOI/AAAAAAAAACo/0Z2CcJvR0Pc/s1600-h/cleaning+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242683279067480290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SMHAqlaygOI/AAAAAAAAACo/0Z2CcJvR0Pc/s200/cleaning+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking forward to a relaxing 3 day weekend (Labor Day), but Edward had other plans!  We went to IKEA Fri (a wonderfull furniture store where you walk for miles following a yellow brick road, at the end you get hot dogs and frozen yogurt :).  Edward has always sworn he'd never drive a mini-van, but broke that vow since we had to borrow our friends vehicle to transport a piece of furniture home.  I hemmed some curtains we bought and helped Edward assemble a dresser.  We had a really big wind storm that cracked the main branch of our tallest tree out back (luckily it didn't land on the house!). So Saturday we worked outside all day.  I climbed way up in the tree like a monkey with a handsaw and finished cutting the broken mast.  I'm usually afraid of hights, but not when I'm in a tree for some reason. I love climbing them! (Edward loves spraying me with the hose when I'm up there.)  Then I held the ladder while Edward whacked off the lower branches with a chain saw (scary).  I've made trimming the tree's my official duty since Edward tends to massacre them.  Then on Monday Edward went into spring cleaning mode.  He moved all the furniture to the center of the room and we dusted railings and ceiling fans, cleaned windows and blinds, shampooed the carpet, etc.  Edward even washed the walls and repainted several areas! I was in charge of spackling any nail holes I found.  A black bug landed on a hole I had just filled and Edward pointed at it and said I'd missed a spot.  When I told him I had just spackled that one he looked closer at it and saw it move.  He got a wierd look on his face and said, "I think I've inhaled too many cleaning chemicals, cuz that hole's moving!" When we got close enough to see it was a bug I had to make fun of him!  It was an exhausting weekend, but all stuff that needed to be done and it feels so good now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-7381644974979734660?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7381644974979734660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=7381644974979734660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7381644974979734660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/7381644974979734660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-ambitious-husband.html' title='My ambitious husband!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SMHAqlaygOI/AAAAAAAAACo/0Z2CcJvR0Pc/s72-c/cleaning+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-2516714634833199268</id><published>2008-08-25T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:10:34.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE the temple!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SLN8ND8ss_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8vPrdIThBeM/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667355402056690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SLN8ND8ss_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8vPrdIThBeM/s200/temple.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Edward and I argue it would probly scare some people and make others laugh.  For instance, sometimes Edward's only day off is Sunday and our ward starts at 8:30 am, so often Edward doesn't roll out of bed till 8:20ish. (It's a good thing our church is just down the street!) One week I decided to go on time and then come back and pick him up after taking the Sacrament.  I told him my plan, but he was in the shower so I guess he didn't hear me.  When I came back to get him he was back in his pajamas and back in bed!  I was so mad! I guess he had been calling for me to help him pick out a tie (color blind) and when he discovered I'd left without him he got his feelings hurt.  So the next Sunday when we were late again I kinda blew up! I was yelling at him but he said "I can't hear you crazy lady cuz I'm in the shower" so I climbed in the shower fully dressed in my sunday clothes (make-up and hair done too) so that he could hear me yell at him better!  By the time I was done with my tantrum I was soaking wet and we both just started laughing. I am sooo gratefull for the temple, when I go it helps me put things in proper perspective (pretty much all of our fights are over really stupid stuff) and it helps me realize how I can handled certain situations better in the future.  The blessings from the temple give Edward and me a good chance at making it foverever!  Granted we've only been married for 3 years and don't have all that much expertise yet, but I do know I love him more and more all the time!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-2516714634833199268?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2516714634833199268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=2516714634833199268' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2516714634833199268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/2516714634833199268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-temple.html' title='I LOVE the temple!!!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SLN8ND8ss_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8vPrdIThBeM/s72-c/temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-5185365862207434265</id><published>2008-07-31T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:44:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeHoyos Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>We have been trying to knock me up for a while, but no luck so far :(   I tried an ovulation test last month and I never ovulated so I'm going to try it again and if it's still nada I'll go see a Doc. I was feeling kinda crappy about it and one of my patients had Yorkie puppies, so I went and bought one! She is so loving and adorable! (Hopefully I can upload some pics sometime). We named her Emily! I know we have &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; too many animals, but odd numbers bother me and this evened us out -now we have Katie &amp;amp; Kitty, Emily &amp;amp; Emma! Edward joked if we don't get me pregnant soon we're going to have to start charging people to come to our small petting zoo. I have to vacuum lots and Emily has to wear a doggy diaper till I get her potty trained. I have bout 15 friends who are pregnant right now and I'm so excited for them! 13 of them are having girls which is kinda crazy! I'm thinkin now would be a good time to have a boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-5185365862207434265?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/5185365862207434265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=5185365862207434265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5185365862207434265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/5185365862207434265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/07/dehoyos-petting-zoo.html' title='DeHoyos Petting Zoo'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-1869651832403824082</id><published>2008-07-31T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:25:52.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJzsrYPqTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzvueX5619U/s1600-h/our+family+minus+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229369328726419762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJzsrYPqTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzvueX5619U/s400/our+family+minus+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJwO2qEmaI/AAAAAAAAABo/MeB96ZbGXvI/s1600-h/look+at+my+gato+y+perro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229365517823023522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJwO2qEmaI/AAAAAAAAABo/MeB96ZbGXvI/s320/look+at+my+gato+y+perro.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I started off with Emma, our Lahsa dog. She was jelouse of me and always tried to squeeze inbetween me and Edward -but now I'm her favorite! We got Kitty (the fat Garfield) when we were in Idaho, cuz I wanted too. Edward didn't think he was a cat person, but turns out he is! Then in January we were driving home from church and we saw this squirlly lookin thing tumble into the canal, so we pulled over to make sure it was ok and it ended up being a tiny Siamese kitten with big blue eyes! Our plan was to drop it off at the ER Vet (she was bleeding and had a broken leg) but when we got there and the lady asked "Are you planning to keep her?" and Edward said "Yes". (I was kinda surprised!) We named her Katie. Edward spent a couple grand getting Katie fixed up (she had to see an animal surgeon for an artificial hip implant) so he was really smitten with this kitten. She is a little terror with her bionic leg -she likes to climb and destroy stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-1869651832403824082?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/1869651832403824082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=1869651832403824082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/1869651832403824082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/1869651832403824082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-family.html' title='Our Family!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJzsrYPqTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzvueX5619U/s72-c/our+family+minus+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181375602448002397.post-9051555378343025460</id><published>2008-07-31T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:47:26.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun!</title><content type='html'>For our 3rd Anniversary (April 23rd) we went to Cancun! It was so pretty there! We rode 4-wheelers and horses along the beach&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJtk_cK13I/AAAAAAAAABI/GZIBzbhkBGY/s1600-h/helmet+heads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229362599602870130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="109" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJtk_cK13I/AAAAAAAAABI/GZIBzbhkBGY/s320/helmet+heads.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and th&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJpCvmVS2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dmp1R0H1cJI/s1600-h/4+wheeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229357613188467554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJpCvmVS2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dmp1R0H1cJI/s320/4+wheeling.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e horses would go swimming way out in the ocean if we rode them bareback (I &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJtlGt9ihI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2hPhF3F7z44/s1600-h/ed+on+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229362601556544018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJtlGt9ihI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2hPhF3F7z44/s320/ed+on+horse.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;did! Edward was too chicken). It was a lot of fun! We went to find an LDS church on Sunday and the Taxi Driver got lost so I was afraid we would be late, &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJtlQI-N3I/AAAAAAAAABY/mtJSE4XyQ6Q/s1600-h/me+on+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229362604085753714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJtlQI-N3I/AAAAAAAAABY/mtJSE4XyQ6Q/s320/me+on+horse.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but because of the time change we ended up getting there an hour early. The bishop came up and asked Edward if I played the piano, they didn't have anyone in the ward that played except this Elder missionary from Utah that came sometimes. I had never played in public before, but I got borred sitting on the hard bench (Edward and the Bishop were talking -but it was all in Spanish so I could only catch one word out of every 500). I played ok till people started comming in, the more people sat down the more mistakes I made! I played prelude music till the Elder from UT came and then I went and sat back next to Edward, but I was kinda proud of myself! The Elder sat down and played like Motzarts 5th Syphony version of the hyms (show off :) he was a dang good pianist. I guess I need to practice on my keyboard some more! I loved hearing Edward talk Spanish to everyone in Mexico! (kinda sexy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181375602448002397-9051555378343025460?l=nancydehoyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/feeds/9051555378343025460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181375602448002397&amp;postID=9051555378343025460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/9051555378343025460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181375602448002397/posts/default/9051555378343025460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nancydehoyos.blogspot.com/2008/07/cancun.html' title='Cancun!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SP2KPtvkLtE/SJJtk_cK13I/AAAAAAAAABI/GZIBzbhkBGY/s72-c/helmet+heads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
