<?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-4448881506046937109</id><updated>2011-09-21T08:44:51.122-07:00</updated><category term='Getting to know us'/><category term='Picture taken from AP newsroom.'/><title type='text'>Love from the Moore's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-3881367239895132568</id><published>2011-06-29T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:04:59.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture taken from AP newsroom.'/><title type='text'>Polar Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever since school at BYU-I I have loved a childrens book called Two &lt;i&gt;Polar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bears&lt;/i&gt;. And with the love of that picture book I became &lt;b&gt;obsessed &lt;/b&gt;with polar bears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning on the news they shared the story about an orphaned polar bear from Alaska that is now in the Kentucky Zoo. I begged JD to take me there this summer...lets keep our fingers crossed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cQuehx_ABCw/TgvZk0Szc8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ikCK8cwQQ6Q/Orphaned_Bear_Cub.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-3881367239895132568?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/3881367239895132568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/polar-bears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3881367239895132568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3881367239895132568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/polar-bears.html' title='Polar Bears'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cQuehx_ABCw/TgvZk0Szc8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ikCK8cwQQ6Q/s72-c/Orphaned_Bear_Cub.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-8739794004317173772</id><published>2011-06-29T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:56:35.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings of the last two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to dinner with Jerry and Stacie. Afterwards, Jerry put two junior mints on either side of a tooth pick then pretended to be "lifting weights"...best thing ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jd also got his stitches out. It had a little infection but other than a cool scar it had healed nicely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2SqOwlZ5roE/TgvXqQZAC8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jV_XdQ1KLK4/271.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-u1oHLlqWYwo/TgvXr4T_GJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BGY7J060l3Y/2011-06-11_19-46-39_258.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-8739794004317173772?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/8739794004317173772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/happenings-of-last-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/8739794004317173772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/8739794004317173772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/happenings-of-last-two-weeks.html' title='Happenings of the last two weeks'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2SqOwlZ5roE/TgvXqQZAC8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jV_XdQ1KLK4/s72-c/271.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-4671253570610885773</id><published>2011-06-08T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:35:06.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as of late I have been having a bit of a dizzy spell. And to solve this I thought I would take a sleeping pill and then go to dinner with my wonderful hubby. Who would have known how the pill would affect me. Once we were done eating, we came home. JD stayed in the car to finish listening to a program on the radio and I came inside with the apartment keys. [See we only have one set, and I had them] Because I am a creature of habit I locked the door when I got inside and literally collapsed on the bed and passed out. I never heard what happened next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616042418280706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_DPrp6s4Qc/TfAw0wklsII/AAAAAAAAAKk/clAGcVfBHDQ/s320/253762_10150234895027733_725632732_7011425_3129710_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD tried to get into the apartment but the door was locked. After many attempts to knock on the door and ring the door bell he decided to walk around and knock on the window! And that is when the window decided to shatter and slice him. I can not even explain the amount of blood that gushed out...however I still did not wake up. By this time I think he was getting somewhat worried and so he came back around and round housed the door. He broke the door frame and still I did not wake up. He says that he literally had to shake me for me to wake up and then when I came to adrenline kicked in and it was time to take him to the hospital. 5 hours later JD emerged from the urgent care with 7 stitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616041933655159202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nd_-WVrmYW8/TfAwYjM2saI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7VfcK3AXj8c/s320/251104_10150200037312595_660632594_7520511_6119700_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my brother came over and helped JD repair the damage. And JD is healing really well. It just looks nasty. I think he is hoping for a seriously cool scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-4671253570610885773?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/4671253570610885773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/stitches.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/4671253570610885773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/4671253570610885773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/stitches.html' title='Stitches'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_DPrp6s4Qc/TfAw0wklsII/AAAAAAAAAKk/clAGcVfBHDQ/s72-c/253762_10150234895027733_725632732_7011425_3129710_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-599771736259375218</id><published>2011-06-08T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:15:50.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfEiTA-x85E/TfAoVp65DvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/COwnQ-gPYwI/s1600/DSCN9017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616033087826235122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfEiTA-x85E/TfAoVp65DvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/COwnQ-gPYwI/s320/DSCN9017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VegyEJI5GI/TfAoVcinXyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VVFMNkwsWoI/s1600/DSCN9032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616033084234751778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VegyEJI5GI/TfAoVcinXyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VVFMNkwsWoI/s320/DSCN9032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tower of Terror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;California Adventure&lt;br /&gt;Jerry hates this ride, but Stacie loves it! So they always go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9hHHydoYGs/TfAoU2T4jpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L-hsnBHuCXY/s1600/RSCN9033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616033073972416146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9hHHydoYGs/TfAoU2T4jpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L-hsnBHuCXY/s320/RSCN9033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Stacie invited us to come with them to Disneyland. I knew that if I asked JD the immediate answer would be NO!!! So instead I did what any smart wife would do and told my brother Jerry to call JD and invite him, that way JD could not say no. It worked!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time. We went to both parks and actually rode tons of rides (my favorite Thunder Mountain)and I doubt I have ever stayed at Disneyland that long ever. And by the end of the day JD actually said, "[he] still hates Disney as a whole but he had a good time." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch we went to the Blue Bayou and I can say that the Chicken Gumbo was by far the best thing to eat at Disneyland. It was fun to sit there and have our pictures taken by all of the wierd tourists who were riding the Pirates of the Carribean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful that Jerry and Stacie invited us and that JD had a good time....maybe he will want to go again one day. But I won't hold my breath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-599771736259375218?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/599771736259375218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/599771736259375218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/599771736259375218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfEiTA-x85E/TfAoVp65DvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/COwnQ-gPYwI/s72-c/DSCN9017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-9201058666156595373</id><published>2011-06-08T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:54:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Be17SWAApSE/TfAmzA22iOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/W4fb-ELFaIo/s1600/224247_10150164217887595_660632594_7214910_1521766_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616031393176258786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Be17SWAApSE/TfAmzA22iOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/W4fb-ELFaIo/s320/224247_10150164217887595_660632594_7214910_1521766_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JD's family came down for Easter. It was so much fun to spend time with them. Here we all are at Grandma and Grandpa Whites house for Easter dinner. It is always so nice to see JD's mom and step-dad. They are wonderful. I know that JD misses his family, and so it is always so nice when they are able to come down and visit from Grass Valley, or when we get the opportunity to go up there and visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1LPoi_1_Aw/TfAl9NyCFhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OXdfD4xShtw/s1600/215881_10150168985522595_660632594_7264429_5111937_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616030468932769298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1LPoi_1_Aw/TfAl9NyCFhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OXdfD4xShtw/s320/215881_10150168985522595_660632594_7264429_5111937_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was a "survivor" for the Relay for Life. It was a lot of fun. She had to walk a few laps and received treats from the various groups. It was very touching seeing all of the cancer survivors standing before the crowd for the opening ceremony. My Mother Dearest is a great woman and I don't know what I would do with out her. She is my Hero. I am grateful that her cancer is behind us and for the knowledge we have that "families can be together forever." Besides my loving husband, she is my rock and one of my greatest confidants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-9201058666156595373?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/9201058666156595373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/odd-and-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/9201058666156595373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/9201058666156595373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/odd-and-ends.html' title='Odd and Ends'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Be17SWAApSE/TfAmzA22iOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/W4fb-ELFaIo/s72-c/224247_10150164217887595_660632594_7214910_1521766_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-2630718139288028257</id><published>2011-06-08T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:45:45.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner With Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze8Rd6n_fp8/TfAkBiaRoaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pe9-8iRgf5g/s1600/DSCN9012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616028344166490530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze8Rd6n_fp8/TfAkBiaRoaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pe9-8iRgf5g/s320/DSCN9012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ5D9-MlfjE/TfAkBJJopnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SH6wcBZ-Y3o/s1600/DSCN9011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616028337385809522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ5D9-MlfjE/TfAkBJJopnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SH6wcBZ-Y3o/s320/DSCN9011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNgaS7aljAY/TfAkA-HYsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/f7jNJMlmzQo/s1600/197510_10150115285142595_660632594_7001238_1256803_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616028334423584834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNgaS7aljAY/TfAkA-HYsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/f7jNJMlmzQo/s320/197510_10150115285142595_660632594_7001238_1256803_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD planned a night out with some of our friends! We went to Buca and some seriously yummy food. However, we were a little too loud and may have been kicked not. Well not really but we certainly made our server blush and he may have gotten him a little in trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night was suppose to be a first date for my little brother and his girl at the time. But then report cards came and he was busted. So instead the rest of us went on without him. It was alot of fun. We also went bowling where I think I decided we were going to start a bowling team...I guess I better get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-2630718139288028257?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/2630718139288028257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/dinner-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/2630718139288028257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/2630718139288028257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/06/dinner-with-friends.html' title='Dinner With Friends'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze8Rd6n_fp8/TfAkBiaRoaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pe9-8iRgf5g/s72-c/DSCN9012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-1539068208096498643</id><published>2011-02-13T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:33:18.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Packers win the Superbowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76UhsZcGPeI/TViCvc9HJdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zblHZfI5-24/s1600/DSCN9008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573348290608965074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76UhsZcGPeI/TViCvc9HJdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zblHZfI5-24/s320/DSCN9008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JD and I were the only Packers fans amongst my family. Somehow by the end of the game we were known as the trash talkers even though we had not been talking any trash! The boys sure had a good time smashing Bobby together and making him smell Dads shoes...Dad took them off to throw at the boys for picking on eachother and then they ended up being used against one another instead! Good job Dad!!! ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuKeXNXKJ0g/TViCKd6Mi9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/cJUFlo5Nye4/s1600/DSCN9003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573347655210011602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuKeXNXKJ0g/TViCKd6Mi9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/cJUFlo5Nye4/s320/DSCN9003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I said "I do" in front of my family and friends, and before God, not only was I vowing to love and support my husband I was also vowing to take upon myself the name of fan of all his teams. I have become a fan of some of his teams...however, I will not succumb to pledging alliegience to Norte Dame, I have become a Packer fan. It has been an oncoming love for the team during these last three years that JD and I have been together. It was very exciting to watch them this season and spend that quality time with my husband as we (I should say "I") jumped up and down on the bed and yelled at the tv. But JD enjoyed watching me do it so it can be a "we" statement, I guess. We went to my parents house for the Superbowl since Jerry and Bobby are Steelers fans. It was fun to be all together and enjoy the game. I must say that I was sweating buckets during the fourth quarter with the score getting closer and closer...I was terrified that the Steelers would win it. But no one can mess with Aaron Rodgers. Especially now that he has his belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjaOnuGXRGA/TViBV8ciLsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bnRVuRwzuGs/s1600/Aaron_Rodgers_belt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573346752874032834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjaOnuGXRGA/TViBV8ciLsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bnRVuRwzuGs/s320/Aaron_Rodgers_belt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be in love with Steve Young. I had a poster of him behind my door...the only poster in my room growing up. I even cried when he got married. However, the torch of my quarterback affection has now been passed to Aaron Rodgers. And everytime he threw a touchdown pass I got up and also gave his celebration belt sign to all in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-1539068208096498643?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/1539068208096498643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-packers-win-superbowl_13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/1539068208096498643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/1539068208096498643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-packers-win-superbowl_13.html' title='And the Packers win the Superbowl'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76UhsZcGPeI/TViCvc9HJdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zblHZfI5-24/s72-c/DSCN9008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-4708401232019190939</id><published>2010-12-17T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:01:03.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part B of Our Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh82azYcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iwYOAg8a1GU/s1600/DSCN8974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551849769924780482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh82azYcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iwYOAg8a1GU/s320/DSCN8974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JD in the Shark Reef playing with fish. It was so cool to be able to touch the 3 different types of fish that were in this tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh8SpBJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/u7EN3w1xCHc/s1600/DSCN8980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551849760320726978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh8SpBJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/u7EN3w1xCHc/s320/DSCN8980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh8KuU5QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cR50UY1aFuA/s1600/DSCN8972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551849758195508482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh8KuU5QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cR50UY1aFuA/s320/DSCN8972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JD and I found the best Diner ever with the best service. It was in Yermo off the 15! I will always stop by Peggyson our future trips to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh79ZJ_4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/lrJiawlA0C4/s1600/DSCN8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551849754617053058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh79ZJ_4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/lrJiawlA0C4/s320/DSCN8945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh7lXdeWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ld0LQjLERKo/s1600/DSCN8959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551849748167489890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh7lXdeWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ld0LQjLERKo/s320/DSCN8959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Art blowing exhibit with the most beautiful pieces of glass. We spent a lot of time in there looking at all of the different items...which they had for sell of a few grand each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwg1mkl7OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E2v56w88COQ/s1600/DSCN8943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551848545900162274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwg1mkl7OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E2v56w88COQ/s320/DSCN8943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD and I went to Vegas. We hit up The Shark Reef in Mandalay Bay, Lion King, the buffets and some much needed R&amp;amp;R. Jd's uncle and aunt sent on us on an extended weekend getaway for a wedding present. We stayed at their timeshare right on the strip. It was so beautiful and we had such a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-4708401232019190939?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/4708401232019190939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/12/part-b-of-our-honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/4708401232019190939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/4708401232019190939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/12/part-b-of-our-honeymoon.html' title='Part B of Our Honeymoon'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwh82azYcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iwYOAg8a1GU/s72-c/DSCN8974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-6358314448986203777</id><published>2010-12-17T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:01:49.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwYHvWzNpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wtixJ6WOLHY/s1600/DSCN8995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551838961891227282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwYHvWzNpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wtixJ6WOLHY/s320/DSCN8995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Christmas time!!! JD and I went a few weeks ago and bought our first Christmas tree and all the trimings. He was such a good sport since this time of the year his nick name is Scrooge. He must love me alot because he definitely hates the hustle and bustle of this time of year and I love it. While our tree is beautiful and smells good I am not sure of what the ferrets think of it. They love the red skirt underneath and the fact that they can drink the water while they are out playing but for the most part they do not like the try or the lights no the tree. The dude constantly goes up to the tree and does his attack dance like as if he telling our tree who is boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not send out Christmas cards this year...I just sorta forgot to do it. But with Christmas so close it's just going to have to be something I do next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so great to have a first Christmas with my husband he is so loving. He loves to spoil me and take care of me. Lately I have been reading a book by Dr. Laura entitled &lt;em&gt;The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands&lt;/em&gt;. It has given me such a better view of how to show JD my appreciation of him and for him. It makes each day a gift as I reflect on how grateful I am for a man who blesses my life each and everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-6358314448986203777?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/6358314448986203777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-first-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6358314448986203777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6358314448986203777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-first-christmas.html' title='Our First Christmas'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TQwYHvWzNpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wtixJ6WOLHY/s72-c/DSCN8995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-2823579606777650305</id><published>2010-09-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:52:22.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TJ950_0ZcDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/v-je8A7lkoc/s1600/60536_435240317594_660632594_5703491_6073731_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521265619570880562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TJ950_0ZcDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/v-je8A7lkoc/s320/60536_435240317594_660632594_5703491_6073731_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cali went into heat 3 weeks ago today and it was so not fun. She was bleeding pretty heavily and was so sad that she could not come in the house on hot days. However at night time we would put her in cute pink panties was a feminine product and electrical tape to keep them securely on her so that she would be able to come into the house and sleep. We had to cut out a hole for her tail and by the end of her cycle she knew that when it was bedtime she was to lie on her back so that we could put her panties on her quickly and then give us hugs and try not to shake her tail so that we could tape the panties on like a belt. She is a very good dog and is so happy that she can now come in the house if it gets too hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-2823579606777650305?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/2823579606777650305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/09/cali-went-into-heat-3-weeks-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/2823579606777650305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/2823579606777650305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/09/cali-went-into-heat-3-weeks-ago-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TJ950_0ZcDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/v-je8A7lkoc/s72-c/60536_435240317594_660632594_5703491_6073731_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-9062872096952797964</id><published>2010-08-08T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:20:07.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TF8sKk4s9II/AAAAAAAAAGM/aPwzXSNOwcw/s1600/39084_417917647290_744747290_4853325_5900735_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503165829881853058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TF8sKk4s9II/AAAAAAAAAGM/aPwzXSNOwcw/s320/39084_417917647290_744747290_4853325_5900735_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's official!! On July 31, 2010 JD and I got married. Bishop Rigby performed the ceremony at my aunt and uncles home in Chino. It was more beautiful than I could ever imagine! And to be absolutely honest it was so nice to be married to the man I am so unbelieveably in love with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been complete bliss to be married...honestly, it is the best thing I have ever done with my life. I thought that going on a mission was the best thing but being married even tops that. I love being a wife and living with the man I call my husband and to know he feels the same way is truly remarkable. Being married doesn't change too much from dating except that you live together and all that entails...however the relationship or the way you are with your partner is basically the same...but I have changed. I feel more secure and I feel the ability to love him more as well as myself has deepened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-9062872096952797964?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/9062872096952797964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official-on-july-31-2010-jd-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/9062872096952797964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/9062872096952797964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official-on-july-31-2010-jd-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/TF8sKk4s9II/AAAAAAAAAGM/aPwzXSNOwcw/s72-c/39084_417917647290_744747290_4853325_5900735_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-6464511964676411331</id><published>2010-05-22T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:48:44.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/S_gINC_rDUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TTE4tEDdXHc/s1600/0501001858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474134367304092994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/S_gINC_rDUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TTE4tEDdXHc/s320/0501001858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JD and I  celebrated my cousins 12th birthday and were able to play with our little buddy Jason. It would look like he is in some serious pain but actually it is the first time he has ever had ice cream cake! Poor child has had to live is short life without the pure pleasure of ice cream...so we decided to try it out while his mom wasn't there and his dad wasn't looking! At first he was so surprised that I thought he didn't like it but as soon as he tasted the sweetness we couldn't feed it to him fast enough. And believe me if we didn't get it to him in a manner that was pleasing for him he would start smacking JD's arm and trying to pull himself closer to the plate where the cake was. I love my little buddy so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting close to the count down of our wedding. I really just can't wait for it to get here already. It's weird because as a little girl I thought planning a wedding would be so fun, but really I think that just wanting to be married and be with JD completely outweighs the whole planning process. I can't wait for JULY 31st already! Only 70 more days until I am walking down the aisle to become Mrs John David Moore. [Crazy!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered my dress and am waiting for my wedding invitations to come in the mail any day. We are gathering addresses and getting ready to take engagement pictures to send off to everyone who will be invited. I hope people don't get there feelings hurt when they are not invited to the wedding. JD and I just want it to be a very small occassion so that we can focus on what really matters EACHOTHER! We are grateful for all who have touched our lives for good and love you all so much that if we invited everyone to our wedding we would not be able to afford a venue in which to have our special day so to eliminate all of that we are only inviting family. I really can not wait for this great day to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-6464511964676411331?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/6464511964676411331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/05/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6464511964676411331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6464511964676411331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/S_gINC_rDUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TTE4tEDdXHc/s72-c/0501001858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-2525439614046370581</id><published>2010-04-06T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:18:28.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's New Job</title><content type='html'>On April 29th Katie started to work for a company called Caliber Collision Centers. I love my new job but it is definitely strange being only one of two woman in the entire store/shop. I work at the front desk and am in charge of customer relations. I am basically a bonifide receptionist. It's decent pay and hours. But completely different from the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding plans are under way. Well I know everything that we need to get and do before the wedding at least. I can't believe that in less than 117 days I will JD Moore's wife. It seems so strange to be called someones wife. But I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-2525439614046370581?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/2525439614046370581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/04/katies-new-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/2525439614046370581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/2525439614046370581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/04/katies-new-job.html' title='Katie&apos;s New Job'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-5306885684151646317</id><published>2010-03-03T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:31:25.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Hitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/S464243_L9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aHpSgxwImwk/s1600-h/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492252657168338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/S464243_L9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aHpSgxwImwk/s320/ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JD popped the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4127452&amp;amp;id=660632594"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On February 21st JD pulled me into a big bear hug and said "I love you so much, will you marry me?" It was one of the most exciting things that has ever happened to either one of us and now I am completely in wedding mode. Everyday I am looking up dresses and tiara's. I am talking to my mom about where to look for invitations and how we should decorate the tables. About who is going to do what and how we are going to go dress shopping this weekend. Then when I have thought of something to talk to JD about I load it all on like he is dying to hear it. I try to not overwhelm him because as soon as he asked me to marry him and I said yes he was all done with the wedding. He tells me he can't wait for July 31st but I don't think its as much to do with me becoming his wife as it has to do with the fact that I won't make him go register or try on suits or ask him about what time we should do this whole shindig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JD and I did register. We are registered at Crate and Barrell, Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond. I was able to do two of them online and then we went to Target to tackle the third. I thought that this would be one thing about the wedding planning that JD would enjoy. However, he told me I was a little bit of a Nazie, I don't think so. I just kept telling him to STOP REGISTERING FOR HOT POCKETS! I think it is hilarious but he was dead serious about doing the silly things. He told me other than what he has to do for his part of the wedding (like being there) he only wants to go to the cake tasting and have input on what we eat. Oh and he would love it if we could have our puppy Cali bring the rings down the isle. However, I don't think that would be our smartest move ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since Christmas we have been very busy. We have our puppy Cali who has quadrupled in size and is very lively as we take her to the dog park. Our cat Henry is getting more curious about going outside but he will not make it out in the real world. And as of yesterday our other cat went into heat. Luckily Henry is fixed but somehow Shiva has completely forgotten this and is flaunting herself at Henry at every turn. She is rubbing herself against every corner and singing so very very loudly. She is a beautiful cat who would have the most beautiful kittens but I think JD would absolutely kill me if I allowed her to run around the apartment complex and then come back and in 2 months have kittens. She is so little I just don't know how she could carry them anyways. But if I ever get another cat I want a Hymalayan, they are so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JD is now working at CSU Long Beach with his company. It's a huge project and he will probably be out there for at least a year. I am no longer with Wells Fargo and while I miss the people I am so happy to have a change. I am now taking care of my aunt's grandfather. His name is Cliff and he is such a cute old man. Right now he is in a rehabilitation center recovering from a stroke which means that I am with one of my other favorite litte men (my 8 month old baby cousin) Jason. We hang out and watch Regis and Kelly, as well as the View. We go on long walks and play with the dog. I am helping him perfect his rolling over techniques and hoping that before I go back to Cliffs that he is army crawling if not for real crawling everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-5306885684151646317?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/5306885684151646317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-hitched.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/5306885684151646317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/5306885684151646317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-hitched.html' title='Getting Hitched'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/S464243_L9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aHpSgxwImwk/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-3077646219369823352</id><published>2009-11-28T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:57:36.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update on JD and Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxINFe3IOjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SvfeMo--aXY/s1600/DSCN8380.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIM4tUPREI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PV97pIz_SZo/s1600/DSCN8381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409400270802076738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIM4tUPREI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PV97pIz_SZo/s320/DSCN8381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JD and I at Venice watching a little kid skate like a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIMb7uTqFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WsPqf4-VYOs/s1600/DSCN8394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409399776453306450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIMb7uTqFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WsPqf4-VYOs/s320/DSCN8394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The School JD is working at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JD and I are doing great. We are so excited for Christmas...well let's be serious I am really excited for Christmas! This is my favorite time of year. I love to give presents, even though this year it is going to be hard to do that I would love it if I could do something for everyone. I remember on my mission how much I loved this time of year with the snow and the service it definitely reminded me of why we celebrate at this time of year...it is not just the birth of our Savior but I also like to think of his life and the gift that He gave to us. Repentance is possible because of Him and because the love that our Heavenly Father has for each one of us. I know that JD and I have been blessed this year. While we have faced our fair share of trials we have grown so much. We have learned to communicate more and to be more compassionate to each other. We are still learning to live within our means...and I believe strongly that all of these things are the ingredients for a healthy marriage and life. I am so grateful for JD and all he provides in my life. He is a good man with a good heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JD has been working for Morrow Meadows for a little under a year and is currently working at a school in East LA. It is going a long smoothly and he is learning a lot under his journey men. I am still at Wells Fargo and even with all that has happened within this last year with my job I really couldn't be happier there...not that I want to stay there for too much longer but change is good and the changes that have happened there have really been a blessing...even when I wasn't ready for them to happen nor wanted them to happen it was still the best thing to make work worthwhile and a learning atmosphere.&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/4448881506046937109-3077646219369823352?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/3077646219369823352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-update-on-jd-and-katie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3077646219369823352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3077646219369823352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-update-on-jd-and-katie.html' title='A little update on JD and Katie'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIM4tUPREI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PV97pIz_SZo/s72-c/DSCN8381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-5457223763265269438</id><published>2009-11-28T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:38:13.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Animals and Their Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIGq5uyBqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kcZN87c7Gvc/s1600/DSCN8399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409393436546696866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIGq5uyBqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kcZN87c7Gvc/s320/DSCN8399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Little Girl and me (I look hideous) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIFQeQDLuI/AAAAAAAAADs/_0mXFr_7Tdk/s1600/DSCN8411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409391882981813986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIFQeQDLuI/AAAAAAAAADs/_0mXFr_7Tdk/s320/DSCN8411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Shiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxICh4eSU2I/AAAAAAAAADc/kQ8hmvTi6PE/s1600/DSCN8405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409388883543741282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxICh4eSU2I/AAAAAAAAADc/kQ8hmvTi6PE/s320/DSCN8405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Henry "Scadoosh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's start with Henry. He is my very first cat. JD bought him for me right after Christmas last year and I love him very much. Perhaps one might say that it was past his time to be fixed but we just got it done. When we brought him he was completely "stoned" the poor little guy couldn't walk and his eyes were dilated almost all the way. While I felt bad for Henry the most peculiar part was the way that Shiva acted...she sat in the corner of the room and would not approach Henry or as JD likes to call him Scadoosh. Instead she sat in the corner of the room and growled and would not drop her gaze from him. Even in our relentless attempts to get her to play with her fish she would not take her eyes off of Henry. Eventually we put her in the other room because she was getting to anxious to allow her to stay out with my precious baby Henry. I believe he is the most beautiful cat ever!&lt;/div&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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiva still isn't sure if she likes us too much. She is starting to come a little bit closer to us...especially when we have food. She does all she can to steal our food...even if we are willing to give it to her she would much rather steal it from us then take it out of our hands. Just this last week I made (probably my best dish) Creamy Chicken Parmesean and she decided she loves noodles with sauce on them. I would swear we have dogs with the way they beg for our food. But just like with boys the same can be said for our beautiful cat Shiva...the way to her heart is through her stomach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now for The Little Girl, she truly is the ruler of our household. She is by far the coolest animal we have ever owned with her crazy personality and huge presence in the room. One of my most favorite things that she does is when she wants to be invisible she flattens herself to the ground and lays really still for about 20 seconds...all the while she is planning her attack on one of the cats or my feet. Just this last week I was going to pick up JD from school and she wouldn't let me get out the door without pursuing it so I gave up and decided to take her along. She was nervous at first because I had to get gas. I put her in my purse and took her inside to pay. She of course was peeking out the top and then was very excited as I put her on the trunk of the car so I could pump the gas. She was all over the car and I think she even thinks that she is the ruler of the car as she perched herself on my shoulder so she could see all that was going on as I drove down the freeway...I know I took the picture while I was driving but rest assure I have done this plenty of times and never had to take my eyes off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-5457223763265269438?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/5457223763265269438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-animals-and-their-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/5457223763265269438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/5457223763265269438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-animals-and-their-adventures.html' title='Our Animals and Their Adventures'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SxIGq5uyBqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kcZN87c7Gvc/s72-c/DSCN8399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-7201900953768938132</id><published>2009-10-04T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:24:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FAIR and other adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388904852236738594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Ssk8aVXzICI/AAAAAAAAADU/KPBQHwNhz04/s320/DSCN8356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Ssk7_aOuXhI/AAAAAAAAADM/PxaKITc1S-Y/s1600-h/DSCN8373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388904389684387346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Ssk7_aOuXhI/AAAAAAAAADM/PxaKITc1S-Y/s320/DSCN8373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a very long time since our blog has had a chance to tell our story. Since we last were able to write: Katie has been working the fair usually every Saturday for 13 hours and then the last two weeks an additional 3 to 6 more hours after her work day at the bank. Needless to say she has been very grumpy come Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD on the other hand as been dealing with work and riding the bus every so often. He is in constant battle with the animals, the little girl is always stealing some type of beverage and trying to somehow make it into her secret lair underneath the dishwasher. Then there is our beautiful cats, and Henry is a crazy devil who has started to do his bathroom duty in places where JD likes to sleep. He is very close to becoming an outside cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-7201900953768938132?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/7201900953768938132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/10/fair-and-other-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/7201900953768938132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/7201900953768938132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/10/fair-and-other-adventures.html' title='The FAIR and other adventures'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Ssk8aVXzICI/AAAAAAAAADU/KPBQHwNhz04/s72-c/DSCN8356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-3098168009319503476</id><published>2009-08-04T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:08:50.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Girl On The Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Snhq7A7U3xI/AAAAAAAAADE/gQIRK_F4NfY/s1600-h/DSCN8353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366156518105603858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Snhq7A7U3xI/AAAAAAAAADE/gQIRK_F4NfY/s320/DSCN8353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little over 2 weeks ago now, Joe, one of our ferrets died and went to Ferret Heaven. It was a pretty sad day. JD found him while I was out with some girl friends and called to tell me all about it. Of course I was more concerned about what we were going to do with the body then anything else. So I asked him what he was going to do with Joe. He told me we did not have a shovel and so we was going to be placed in the dumpster. I think that almost upset me more than him actually dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Little Girl, thinks she owns the place. Everytime we turn around she is out running all over the apartment. When we got home from the family reunion she was right at the door with the cats to greet us. Then she bolted, to only come out and attack either JD or my toes!! Always that girl and the toes. (One time I was loving her and she grabbed my ear with her little paws and bit down hard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend while JD was at work I decided to help out and clean up the place so his brother could come over and hang out that night with JD. As I was loading the dishwasher the little girl came over very curiously and decided to investigate. She climbed up and in between each and everything where she could fit. It was so great to see her so nosy. She was in the cups and even licked the plates where the water from the sink was still dripping off. After the dishes were all loaded she was soaking wet. But somehow I convinced her to climb out so that I could start the dishes and get them sanitary for our friends, as well as, us to be able to use.&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/4448881506046937109-3098168009319503476?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/3098168009319503476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-girl-on-attack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3098168009319503476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3098168009319503476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-girl-on-attack.html' title='The Little Girl On The Attack'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Snhq7A7U3xI/AAAAAAAAADE/gQIRK_F4NfY/s72-c/DSCN8353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-148946106500272872</id><published>2009-07-29T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:41:40.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma June's Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCIT-86u5I/AAAAAAAAACE/49ter6UIgXk/s1600-h/DSCN8351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363937033095658386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCIT-86u5I/AAAAAAAAACE/49ter6UIgXk/s320/DSCN8351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JD's Grandma June has a family reunion every year. This year we were able to go to New Mexico for the extravaganza and party with the fam. It was great to get to know the rest of JD's family. His Grandma June is so sweet and a serious crack up! She told us stories of Grandma Patsy's youth and was very colorful in her description of the stories. It was lovely to see such a sweet family who loves eachother and knows how to have a good time. We had a fun picnic where relatives from all over the area came and potlucked with all of us. Aunt Jerrie was also one of my favorites. She had a spunk where you knew not to mess with her but you couldn't help but to love her to absolute pieces. I also think I finally won over Shaylee's affection. While Uncle Jd is still her main love she admitted that she wanted me to marry him if only so he could get all the help he needed (I am sure she meant that in the most loving of ways that an 8 year old can give)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-148946106500272872?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/148946106500272872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandma-junes-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/148946106500272872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/148946106500272872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandma-junes-family-reunion.html' title='Grandma June&apos;s Family Reunion'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCIT-86u5I/AAAAAAAAACE/49ter6UIgXk/s72-c/DSCN8351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-5117377018551270947</id><published>2009-07-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:34:01.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCHI5BEM2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I_Mw1jiAm84/s1600-h/DSCN8275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363935743012254562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCHI5BEM2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I_Mw1jiAm84/s320/DSCN8275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCGyltd6RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-KIUjWSn-vg/s1600-h/DSCN8288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363935359872657682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCGyltd6RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-KIUjWSn-vg/s320/DSCN8288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCGyCeP7RI/AAAAAAAAABs/eOycQvS-gVw/s1600-h/DSCN8279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363935350413585682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCGyCeP7RI/AAAAAAAAABs/eOycQvS-gVw/s320/DSCN8279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCGx2vTVaI/AAAAAAAAABk/uNhXnKk9w-4/s1600-h/DSCN8281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363935347263886754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCGx2vTVaI/AAAAAAAAABk/uNhXnKk9w-4/s320/DSCN8281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For Katie's birthday this year she went to her cousins house and hung out with the kids. We had a picnic and swam around. Hailey showed us how she can swim without floaties and Holly (that's the dog) showed us how she can jump into the pool and drown Tyler. It was over all a great day. &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/4448881506046937109-5117377018551270947?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/5117377018551270947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/katies-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/5117377018551270947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/5117377018551270947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/katies-birthday.html' title='Katie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SnCHI5BEM2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I_Mw1jiAm84/s72-c/DSCN8275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-3188486183487762970</id><published>2009-07-16T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:07:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c10DT5tI/AAAAAAAAABE/TfD1rdKnXXQ/s1600-h/DSCN8101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244898657887954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c10DT5tI/AAAAAAAAABE/TfD1rdKnXXQ/s320/DSCN8101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c1bDJ_tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/89EjeuWcYBQ/s1600-h/DSCN7973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244891946352338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c1bDJ_tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/89EjeuWcYBQ/s320/DSCN7973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c1Ots4DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BzB_ujwk7XI/s1600-h/DSCN8231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244888635138098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c1Ots4DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BzB_ujwk7XI/s320/DSCN8231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c0xgTJxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8MYNgP1fOFU/s1600-h/DSCN8204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244880794298130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c0xgTJxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8MYNgP1fOFU/s320/DSCN8204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c0TMgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4iDt6AQHCEw/s1600-h/DSCN8212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244872658206194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c0TMgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4iDt6AQHCEw/s320/DSCN8212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-3188486183487762970?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/3188486183487762970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3188486183487762970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3188486183487762970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_c10DT5tI/AAAAAAAAABE/TfD1rdKnXXQ/s72-c/DSCN8101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-3414671823149207025</id><published>2009-07-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:59:25.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_a8R1utTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fZhkty87guo/s1600-h/DSCN8228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359242810709947698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_a8R1utTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fZhkty87guo/s320/DSCN8228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 4th of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the 4th we went to my Uncle Darren's house for the usual BBQ, swimming and illegal fireworks put on my by my uncles and his neighbors. It was a perfect day for fun in the sun as the boys got hot and sweaty playing basketball all the ladies swooned over Darren and Val's new little baby Jason James! He is the cutest thing ever. But I do have to say that one of the cutest things was when JD would constantly steal the baby out of my arms. I could never hold Jason for more than 2 mins before JD would decide that it was his turn to hold the baby or feed him! And just last week JD decided that he was determined to be Jason's favorite Uncle! We shall see, I think he can do it but he seems to think that he has a run for his money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-3414671823149207025?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/3414671823149207025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-for-4th-we-went-to-my-uncle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3414671823149207025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/3414671823149207025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-for-4th-we-went-to-my-uncle.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_a8R1utTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fZhkty87guo/s72-c/DSCN8228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-6604402569874433094</id><published>2009-07-16T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:48:46.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_YMY9lCGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cIVJI5K-gws/s1600-h/DSCN8248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359239788964939874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_YMY9lCGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cIVJI5K-gws/s320/DSCN8248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Isn't Love Grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JD just started at a new job site this week. He is now working in Pasadena at a Nordstrom doing the electrical work there. While he is excited to be working it is definitely getting way hotter. Just last Saturday JD took me to Victoria Gardens to buy me my birthday present. While there he held all my stuff I played with the little toddlers in the fountain! And then the fountain attacked me and I looked like I had wet my pants. I was pretty embarassed. But JD said I looked cute. Isn't love grand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-6604402569874433094?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/6604402569874433094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/jd-just-started-at-new-job-site-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6604402569874433094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6604402569874433094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/07/jd-just-started-at-new-job-site-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/Sl_YMY9lCGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cIVJI5K-gws/s72-c/DSCN8248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4448881506046937109.post-6319339083519769076</id><published>2009-06-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:26:42.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to know us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SjmkizUEIPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO0s3ZlBmMI/s1600-h/341075985_1170123038_0[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348486950276047090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SjmkizUEIPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO0s3ZlBmMI/s320/341075985_1170123038_0%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my first time starting a blog. So I am not too sure what to put, so how about I tell you a little about us. JD and I have been dating for almost a year and a half and we are completely crazy about each other and life. JD is an electrician and for now I am a bank teller...but I will one day bust out of that job and finish school to be elementary school teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have 2 Cats named Henry and Shiva. We also have 2 Ferrets named Joe and the Little Girl. We love animals and would love to have our own Zoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4448881506046937109-6319339083519769076?l=themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/feeds/6319339083519769076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-my-first-time-starting-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6319339083519769076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4448881506046937109/posts/default/6319339083519769076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoorethemerrier1.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-my-first-time-starting-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moore The Merrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775683274836507697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAM4MEK038o/TfAGJKnz01I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lMwtI7U1Vk/s220/DSCN8943.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EK_QT2DvZ_E/SjmkizUEIPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nO0s3ZlBmMI/s72-c/341075985_1170123038_0%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
