<?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-5806538014974745128</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:00:23.109-07:00</updated><category term='M.S. Walk'/><title type='text'>The Johnson's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-6388961911543278138</id><published>2011-01-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:13:03.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses-Just Lazy and ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!!</title><content type='html'>To all of you who have given up on me....I don't blame you.&amp;nbsp; There really is no good reason for not writing in the blog since Disneyland, but I think that I do have some good excuses.&amp;nbsp; Here is a list of my best excuses:&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #1.&amp;nbsp; While in Disneyland we were notified that the offer we put on a home had gone through--so we moved into a new (to us) home in Springville in May.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #2.&amp;nbsp; Just when we were starting to get settled, Payton was on the computer and won a million dollars!!&amp;nbsp; That is what the link told him and in the process a killer virus was downloaded that destroyed our computer.&amp;nbsp; Our attempts to find a computer have been in vain.&amp;nbsp; And turns out the whole million dollar scheme was a scam!&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #3.&amp;nbsp; Just when things were starting to settle down Payton decided to go wreck on his bike.&amp;nbsp; The handlebars hit him in the stomach and he had a hard time catching his breath.&amp;nbsp; After saying a little prayer, he decided that he needed to go to the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Turns out that he had lacerated his liver.&amp;nbsp; July 3rd is now when we celebrate Liver Day--Just like the Thompson's.&amp;nbsp; After three days at Primary Childrens he was sent home and told not to run or jump for eight weeks.&amp;nbsp; Never thought that I would tell my young son to quit running outside and to come in, sit on the couch, and watch more TV!!&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #4. No computer.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #5.&amp;nbsp; The start of school.&amp;nbsp; Taylor is a sophomore at SHS, Baylee is an 8th grader at Mapleton Jr. High, Kelsea is a 5th grader at Brookside, and Payton is in the 2nd grade at Brookside.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #6.&amp;nbsp; Football.&amp;nbsp; I spent most of my Friday nights watching my Red Devils and Saturdays watching my Utes.&amp;nbsp; Looking back I could have taken a couple of weeks off in November, because the Utes seemed to, but I choose not to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Excuse #7.&amp;nbsp; Notre Dame.&amp;nbsp; I had the opportunity to go back to South Bend and watch the Utes play Notre Dame.&amp;nbsp; What a fantastic place.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Age, Marthea, Jeff, Jennie and Jeff Park.&amp;nbsp; It was a blast.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was a &amp;nbsp;drunk, young, female, Notre Dame fan who asked me the same question multiple times, and my answer is still the same--"No, a Ute is not a Mormon with a lot of wives!"&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #8.&amp;nbsp; In late November I hurt my hand and couldn't type.&amp;nbsp; You see I was playing football, my team was up by a point with under five seconds left.&amp;nbsp; I made one heck of an&amp;nbsp;athletic play&amp;nbsp;and blocked&amp;nbsp;the field goal...no wait that was Brandon Burton that did that!&amp;nbsp; Had to fit that in somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #9.&amp;nbsp; The Las Vegas Bowl and Jimmer Fredette.&amp;nbsp; Both were like car wrecks for me as a Ute fan.&amp;nbsp; Both were ugly moments where I should have turned my head and looked away, but just had to sit and admire an opponent who could not be stopped.&amp;nbsp; I just can't hate Jimmer, but I sure don't like Boise.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #10.&amp;nbsp; Truth is that I have spent too much time enjoying the time I have with my kids that I have just not taken the time to share it with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and do better.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I can I will download some pictures from the moment's I shared.&amp;nbsp; Life is not always easy, but it sure is good.&amp;nbsp; The Lord continues to bless us with more than we probably deserve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-6388961911543278138?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/6388961911543278138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=6388961911543278138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6388961911543278138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6388961911543278138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-excuses-just-lazy-and-one-million.html' title='No Excuses-Just Lazy and ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-3229307121070013097</id><published>2010-04-30T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:51:02.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day More</title><content type='html'>Spent our last full day in California today.  We hit all of the rides that the kids wanted one more time and then spent some time shopping.  Even had a turkey leg--it was worth it Tim.  I am trying to get to sleep early so that we can leave a little early.  Need to get home and put together a lesson for High Priests.  The kids picked out their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt;, and we went to dinner.  The kids are now out at the pool for one last swim.  Not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; forward to the long drive or the cold weather, but it will be nice to get home.  Pictures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-3229307121070013097?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/3229307121070013097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=3229307121070013097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/3229307121070013097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/3229307121070013097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-day-more.html' title='One Day More'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-2995232291443509800</id><published>2010-04-29T23:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:09:39.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Hollywood!</title><content type='html'>Scratch one off the old bucket list. For some reason, I have always wanted to go to Hollywood. Now maybe I have already been there, but I always have wanted to take my family there. Since we decided to take a vacation from our vacation, I thought that it would be fun to take the 30 mile jaunt to Hollywood. It turned out to be a really fun day.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the "Walk of Fame" located outside of the Kodak Theatre and the famous Chinese Theatre. There we met all kinds of people dressed as famous people. We had pictures taken with Snoopy, Michael Jackson, and Jack Skeleton even swept Taylor off of her feet.  I looked up the exact location of Cary Grant's star and made Deborah's day.  It was cool to see all of the stars and places that I have only seen on TV.  But man are there some weird people in this world....&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the Walk of Fame, I wanted to take the kids to get a good look at the Hollywood sign with the hopes of getting a good picture or two.  After driving for what Payton thought were hours, we found ourselves at the observatory.  Great view of Los Angeles, but not close to the sign.  We then finally asked for directions (actually Deb did-its a guy thing) and found a good place to take a photo--right in the middle of a busy road.  Item two off the bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe that the trip ends tomorrow.  We have one more day at Disneyland and are planning to hit it hard.  I really hope that the kids have had fun.  This has been a great trip.  We have a lot to look forward to when we get home, but I am just going to focus on tomorrow and then the long drive home.  Pictures to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-2995232291443509800?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/2995232291443509800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=2995232291443509800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2995232291443509800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2995232291443509800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2010/04/hooray-for-hollywood.html' title='Hooray for Hollywood!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-8399280873781053563</id><published>2010-04-28T23:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:16:33.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Happiest Place on Earth so just be quiet and enjoy it!!!</title><content type='html'>The title of this post seems to say it all.  Today was another great day, but we all seem to be going to bed a little tired and a lot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt;.  We woke up later than usual, and made it to Disneyland around noon.  There we met up with Riley and his family.  We rode Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, went through the Haunted Mansion, conquered Indiana Jones, and finished it off with a little ride to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;.  The only real bummer for the day was when we found out that Thunder Mountain Railroad was closed for yearly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;.  At least we could ride the Matterhorn, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we went by it was broken down, so that did not happen.  Riley and I decided that we would eat dinner at the ESPN Zone so that at least we could watch the Jazz game, then they lost.  It was a long day and nerves were close to the surface.  I think that we almost need a vacation from the vacation.  Once we left the park the kids were happy though because they ended the day in the pool with their cousins.  It's ironic that we spend all of this money to come to California and see Mickey, but my kids would just rather spend time with their cousins and swim.  I know that I am supposed to be teaching my children, but I continue to be taught by them.  They are not really concerned with things, they just love to be around people who love them.  At home they are the happiest with their cousins, whether it's with Becky's kids or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keli's&lt;/span&gt; kids or Riley's kids.  It doesn't matter so long as they get to spend time with family.  My children have taught me that it's not where you are that matters, it's who you are spending your time with.   I honestly believe that they would be just as happy at a motel in Provo, as long as there was a swimming pool there and cousins to play with.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been great, not too hot, but not cold enough to need a jacket.  Didn't take too many pictures today, but those that I did take will be posted when I get home.  Too hard to download them on my laptop.  Time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-8399280873781053563?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/8399280873781053563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=8399280873781053563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8399280873781053563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8399280873781053563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-happiest-place-on-earth-so-just-be.html' title='Its the Happiest Place on Earth so just be quiet and enjoy it!!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-8932625960534168832</id><published>2010-04-27T23:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:46:03.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreaming and Screaming!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am way too tired to post, but I will try anyways.  I am sorry to point out that there will not be any pictures with the original post, again too tired.  We spent all day at California Adventure.  All Payton has been talking about since we decided to come to Disney was that he was now tall enough to ride the California Screamer.  Needless to say he was not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;.  I think all in all he rode the thing five or six times, the last couple of times he was on the front.  Crazy kid.  He did seem to love it though.  All of the kids had a great time.  We have only been back at the hotel for 10 minutes and they are all asleep.  That is a sign that we had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day with Riley and his family again.  The kids had a ball pairing off and riding rides together.  I think that we rode every ride that we wanted to at least once.  I even rented a "Jazzy" scooter for Deb.  The rest of the week she will just have to settle with the regular old wheelchair, but everyone should be able to live the good life for a day.  The pictures of her driving the thing are funny.  She even challenged two old ladies to a race.  We then had dinner at a nice Mexican &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in Downtown Disney, and then finished the night dancing to a band next to the Disneyland Hotel.  It was late, we were all tired.  For those of you who know me that is a deadly, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; combination.  Yes I danced.  I danced long, and I danced my heart out.  Napoleon Dynamite has nothing on me..except a little more, well a lot more, hair.  I think that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; my kids.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for me Taylor caught the whole thing on video.  I am sure that she will attempt to give it up to the highest bidder.  But it would do her well to remember who puts a roof over her head and feeds her.  Maybe if I am brave I will post a little of my glorious dancing on the blog.  Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will come later...maybe even a little video.  Depends on how tired I am tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-8932625960534168832?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/8932625960534168832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=8932625960534168832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8932625960534168832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8932625960534168832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2010/04/california-dreaming-and-screaming.html' title='California Dreaming and Screaming!!!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-9162240176944195266</id><published>2010-04-26T20:48:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:58:41.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here We Are!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9Zdp26hJLI/AAAAAAAAATM/MkTtgUIHZ2I/s1600/Beach+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464658171557651634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9Zdp26hJLI/AAAAAAAAATM/MkTtgUIHZ2I/s320/Beach+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we made it. After a long drive that included a diet of licorice and Cheese-its, we finally made it to our hotel. See the beautiful picture taken by Taylor of the view from our balcony--not sure what the picture is supposed to show, but I included it anyway. Since it had been a good 24 hours since we had decent food, we decided that we would go and have a nice dinner. The kids picked Joe's Crab Shack. Never been there myself, but we had a lot of fun. Still not convinced that I have had decent food yet. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464649910826410722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9ZWJBStouI/AAAAAAAAASc/04toluQeuTs/s200/Beach+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464649474135213138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9ZVvmfaxFI/AAAAAAAAASU/K62STFYLqVA/s200/Beach+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since yesterday was spent mostly in the car, we decided that today we would take it easy at the beach. It was cloudy, and the breeze made it a little chilly sometimes, but that did not seem to stop the kids from enjoying the time there. Beats the heck out of spending the day in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelsea was the most enthusiastic--braving the surf and really enjoying herself. Payton spent most of the time finding seaweed and putting it into a big pile. Have no clue why but he really enjoyed himself. Taylor chilled out on the blanket and listened to music. She is growing up too fast for my liking. Baylee spent most of her time with others--like Riley's little girl Brynlee and the other younger kids who needed someone to play with. She always seems to be looking out for everyone else. We found a lot of shells and even some live hermit crabs. Hopefully none of them made it into the van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deb and I just relaxed and took it all in. Deb really seems to be having a lot of fun and even braved the surf with the help of her kids. I think that I have seen her smile and heard her laugh more in the past two days than I have in a year. It was also nice to be with Riley's family and Stephanie's brother Scott and his family. The kids had a great time. We are now exhausted and ready to go to bed with dreams of Disneyland dancing in our heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pictures. Hopefully more to come.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464655832706168786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9ZbhuA3t9I/AAAAAAAAATE/nvLkXyZsF1E/s200/Beach+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464654572141047890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9ZaYWCucFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xj0DtlUmPZg/s200/Beach+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464651224553647378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9ZXVfTsbRI/AAAAAAAAASk/YsIcTlXPCEY/s200/Beach+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464652048204281346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9ZYFbpTtgI/AAAAAAAAASs/YNbF4Oudll8/s200/Beach+065.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-9162240176944195266?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/9162240176944195266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=9162240176944195266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/9162240176944195266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/9162240176944195266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2010/04/california-here-we-are.html' title='California Here We Are!!!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S9Zdp26hJLI/AAAAAAAAATM/MkTtgUIHZ2I/s72-c/Beach+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-1699065502742306899</id><published>2010-04-18T22:22:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:35:19.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good...no GREAT day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vpgn1_w-I/AAAAAAAAASM/D2zkuY9Ja4s/s1600/IMG_5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461715719777403874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vpgn1_w-I/AAAAAAAAASM/D2zkuY9Ja4s/s400/IMG_5544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Gang of Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vi9lROcNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eYsB4eQOjP4/s1600/IMG_5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461708520721117394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vi9lROcNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eYsB4eQOjP4/s400/IMG_5513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Whole Gang--almost 50 of us!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days are better than others, and Saturday April 17th was one of the best! It started in the morning with the annual MS Walk. The walk is organized by the State MS Organizations. We have been participants for the past three years. Our team never seems to raise the most money, but we always have a large group of family, friends, and neighbors that turn out to walk to help find a cure for MS, and help show our support for Deborah. It is the memories that are made on this walk that help get us through the hard times of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We always have great support from our family and friends. All of Scott's brothers and sisters, as well as their kids were there. Deb's mom, her brother Glenn, Chris Hart, along with some neighbors and close friends came to show their support, many for the third year in a row. Each of us had a sign telling why we were walking. Mine simply said "for my wife." One of Deborah's friends husband, Kendall Redmond, added another reason why he was walking. In his words he was walking because "Life is too short to suck." I could not agree more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461708931054270434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vjVd4Rd-I/AAAAAAAAARE/-I5BnnVxo-M/s320/IMG_5545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Marie, Deborah, and Glenn...and Shasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the neatest things about this years walk was the support that our children received from their friends. Taylor had a handful of friends walk with us, and Baylee had her friend Ashton there to lend her support. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461709977678982290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vkSY3DLJI/AAAAAAAAARM/GJ6ghXshSAw/s320/IMG_5541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor's Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461710536422226226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vky6V0eTI/AAAAAAAAARU/_e9XAMvjAsI/s320/IMG_5542.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Baylee and Ashton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all of you who came, we cannot thank you enough. It is your love and support that gets us through each day. We love you and look forward to seeing everyone there next year and we continue to hope and pray for a cure for this disease. If it could be cured by love, Deb would be the most healthy person on Earth. You all showed us that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two of a great day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461711280644446290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vleOyOWFI/AAAAAAAAARc/OI2E-Y9J0wI/s400/IMG_5556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Future Gamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Payton and I went to the Red and White game at the U. I have always enjoyed the game, and really like the fact that my boy was the one pushing me to go. He was excited to be there with cousins, but was more excited to go onto the field and get some autographs and see some of the players. The highlight of the day was running into Eric Weddle. For those who know me, you know how I feel about Weddle. I think that he is a class act. Payton had him sign his football, and also had a picture taken with him. He told Eric that all he wants for Christmas is a powder blue Weddle Chargers jersey. The kid knows how to really suck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461711763532820578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vl6VryMGI/AAAAAAAAARk/WlpeArGDU9M/s320/IMG_5552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Payton and Eric Weddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was able to get all of the autographs that he wanted, including one from Shaky Smithson and Brian Johnson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vmdEEcicI/AAAAAAAAARs/0538hbt1Gb8/s1600/IMG_5558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461712360099842498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vmdEEcicI/AAAAAAAAARs/0538hbt1Gb8/s200/IMG_5558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vm1UUujzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jeaNDUlwHKg/s1600/IMG_5553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461712776779960114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vm1UUujzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jeaNDUlwHKg/s200/IMG_5553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the autograph session, Payton spent some time on the field. We played catch, and ran around. He even caught one of my passes at the goal line and ran 100 yards the other way for a TD. Payton was fascinated with the turf and the little rubber pellets that make it soft. He also thought that the whole experience was "the best day of my life....until we get to Disneyland." &lt;/div&gt;Below are some pictures that I took from our experience on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461713485038862130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vneiyzvzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/t3hYkE3wIl4/s320/IMG_5559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461713957338280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vn6CPw8vI/AAAAAAAAASE/A-siIVBiZXk/s320/IMG_5560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;100 Yards is a long way to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to all of our family and friends. We are so blessed and are grateful for all that you do to support us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-1699065502742306899?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/1699065502742306899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=1699065502742306899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/1699065502742306899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/1699065502742306899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodno-great-day.html' title='Good...no GREAT day!!!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S8vpgn1_w-I/AAAAAAAAASM/D2zkuY9Ja4s/s72-c/IMG_5544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-2671251365062421210</id><published>2010-03-11T11:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:25:15.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S5k1VWlG2lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Z4whsiCbmEk/s1600-h/walkimage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447443865236068946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S5k1VWlG2lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Z4whsiCbmEk/s400/walkimage.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just want to let all of you know that the MS Walk is scheduled for April 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. In the past we have had a great time at the walk, and the turn-out from family and friends has been inspiring. It really helps Deb battle this disease when she knows that there are so many people who love and support her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have joined us for the walk in the past, we hope you can join us again. For those who are interested in walking this year for the first time, please contact us. Our hope is that we can raise some money so that one day we can live in a world free from MS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-2671251365062421210?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/2671251365062421210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=2671251365062421210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2671251365062421210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2671251365062421210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2010/03/ms-walk.html' title='MS Walk'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/S5k1VWlG2lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Z4whsiCbmEk/s72-c/walkimage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-8808916158222407031</id><published>2009-09-09T20:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:40:26.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Payton!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhmuykAJSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s90FxGUzPtU/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379662708926850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhmuykAJSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s90FxGUzPtU/s400/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that my boy is now 7 years old. Here are 7 things that I love about Payton:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. His tender heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. His high pitched voice--reminds me of his Uncle Riley at his age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The fact that he always waits for me to tuck him in at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The fact that he loves that his middle name is Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How much he enjoys life--he hardly ever sits still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He reminds me that I need to be a good example because he repeats everything I say and do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He knows every word to "Utah Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Payton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379662080732130530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhmKOWtbOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/a1mQ_s7kFKk/s400/IMG_2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-8808916158222407031?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/8808916158222407031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=8808916158222407031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8808916158222407031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8808916158222407031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-payton.html' title='Happy Birthday Payton!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhmuykAJSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s90FxGUzPtU/s72-c/IMG_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-5167397327364475733</id><published>2009-09-09T19:46:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:47:05.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhh0ufgqZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KLPMhPVaups/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379657313355344274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhh0ufgqZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KLPMhPVaups/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see from Taylor's excitement, we had a great time as a family this Summer. I would have to say that this has been the best Summer of my life, and it's because I spent most of it with my wife and kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though the summer was great, I admit that I am now sick and tired of the hot weather. Anyone who knows me, knows that this is my favorite time of year. I love the start of school, football season, and the normal reprieve that we get this time of year from the hot weather. But for some reason it is still too hot. I guess mother nature is just making up for the wet June that we had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did have a lot of fun as a family this Summer. I wish my kids would stay the way that they are right now forever. No diapers to change, but no one old enough to drive yet. Simply perfect. One of the favorite outings of the summer was our hike to Bridal Veil Falls. I hate to admit it, but it was the first time that I had ever hiked to the falls. I guess that may be one of the reasons that I have a weight problem. Even though it was a first, it definetly won't be the last. The kids had fun and Deb and I enjoyed the cool mist from the falls. Great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhcu8zNRsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wL9N34MiCQU/s1600-h/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379651716558702274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhcu8zNRsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wL9N34MiCQU/s320/IMG_1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhdWptJX9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/i6jL-cHAe2s/s1600-h/IMG_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379652398627774418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhdWptJX9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/i6jL-cHAe2s/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On July 25th, Grandma and Grandpa Johnson rented the large pavilion at Deer Creek. We spent the day boating, eating (again part of my weight problem), and enjoying each others company. The kids played in the sand and swam in the lake. The water was warm and the weather was perfect. Taylor spent most of the day with the boy who is the love of her life, her cousin Jackson. By the end of the day we were all tired, but no one wanted to go home. Can't wait to do it again next year. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa J!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhd5YVmZxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Ci9-IBpI-PE/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379652995261032210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhd5YVmZxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Ci9-IBpI-PE/s200/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379653231498352050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqheHIY91bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4o9RUTDlM4c/s200/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhe6sKqtlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5lDfF4kvvkA/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379654117275383378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhe6sKqtlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5lDfF4kvvkA/s200/IMG_1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhegiNG3_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/49IZnQdNaOg/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379653667924664306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhegiNG3_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/49IZnQdNaOg/s200/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379654484827546690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SqhfQFZ7pEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/95NkFmbxum4/s200/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the pictures. Now will someone please turn off the heat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-5167397327364475733?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/5167397327364475733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=5167397327364475733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/5167397327364475733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/5167397327364475733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-of-fun.html' title='Summer of Fun'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/Sqhh0ufgqZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KLPMhPVaups/s72-c/IMG_1293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-210488250636876096</id><published>2009-07-22T23:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:46:10.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Western Adventure!! Good Ride Cowboys!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Its Taylor doing this post, and i think that i will do alright. Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we wen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SmfzjXmwmYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T23g6UX0CjM/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SmfzjXmwmYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T23g6UX0CjM/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361521670365419906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t to Birdseye and rode horses. Me and Baylee got to ride first, and we took over an hour with Weston out in the sagebrush on the hunting grounds. After, we dismounted (got off for all you non-horsey-people) and ate some yummy pizza and brownies made by Richard's wife, Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got my mom to ride the Beautiful mule, Action -The one with HUGE ears-.  When she swung around to try to get on, she almost flew off in the other direction. Richard had to catch her by her leg and pull her back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Sorrel/Chestnut -reddish orange- is Peaches, and the Bay-dark brown with black- is Stormy, and as you know, the bay one -with the long ears- is Action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom teased my dad so much that he couldn't ride a horse, that he eventually gave up and mounted Action and walked her around the long pen.&lt;br /&gt;To add to the fun, we put the horses in the round pen and Richard gathered up some cows and had all the little kids chasing them trying to touch one. If i can get this video thing to work, you will see Payton's sprint isn't even close to that cow's trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SmvOzyESUMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bPh2XWc60B4/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SmvOzyESUMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bPh2XWc60B4/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362607170323108034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e and Baylee and Kelsea were on the beautiful horses in the round pen. and again, if i can't get the video to work, i'm going to scream. ha-ha. Well whenever Action sped up, if you can view the video, then you can see that i sped her up and the others followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we all got really tired, and it was really fun. my dad said it was like disneyland to us kids. only less expensive. :)  Ha-Ha. well, that's all for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-210488250636876096?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/210488250636876096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=210488250636876096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/210488250636876096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/210488250636876096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-western-adventure-good-ride.html' title='The Great Western Adventure!! Good Ride Cowboys!!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SmfzjXmwmYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T23g6UX0CjM/s72-c/IMG_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-8214153114403244936</id><published>2009-07-06T23:14:00.048-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:53:47.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Trying to Keep Our Eyes on the Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlL0C_zd88I/AAAAAAAAAOk/2Lp20oEfjYU/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355611239221162946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlL0C_zd88I/AAAAAAAAAOk/2Lp20oEfjYU/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love that picture. It was taken after the U's Spring Game, but more about that later. I hope that everyone has not given up on me and my quest to keep this blog updated. I would make up some excuse as to why it has been so long between posts, like the fact that Taylor is always on the computer, or that life has been really busy, or that I spend all of my time on Facebook (I have never been on Facebook), or some other excuse that would explain my absence from the blogging world. But the fact is that simply I have dropped the ball, and for that I apologize. I don't know who I am actually apologizing to, but I really am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now comes the part where I try and fit almost seven months worth of news into one post. Here goes nothing. By the way I just noticed that the U button on my keyboard is sticking.....Taylor!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLmdCbWc0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/yLRgCOIn5AI/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355596293439124290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLmdCbWc0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/yLRgCOIn5AI/s200/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;In March we celebrated Baylee's Birthday. Instead of having a friend party she decided that she wanted to "sluff" school and go to breakfast and to a movie with her Mom and Grandma. I don't officially condone the sluffing of school, but she did have a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355596773209260194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLm49tdwKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ANU-O0dBqlA/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLm49tdwKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ANU-O0dBqlA/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLm49tdwKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ANU-O0dBqlA/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In April we looked forward to the start of Spring and again participated in the MS walk in Provo. It was a great day, and the rain even held out until we finished. I am not sure of the total number of people that walked in our group, but I think that it was around 50. We are so grateful for all of the family and friends that came out to support Deborah in her fight. We feel your love and prayers, and are grateful for all of you. I can't find the pictures that were taken on that day, but I do know that Deb posted them on her facebook page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnson Tire celebrated it's 85th anniversary in April. All of us received red shirts that we wore to the big party. It's amazing that a family business has lasted that long without all of us killing each other. The kids had fun eating hot dogs and playing in the tires.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLnXX1sNqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/79kjv0D-VpY/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLnxTVQlLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WRqeE_v1lV4/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355597741085988018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLnxTVQlLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WRqeE_v1lV4/s200/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLoSTYKZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lVBWKL4UNpk/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLnXX1sNqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/79kjv0D-VpY/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLoSTYKZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lVBWKL4UNpk/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Easter as a family, and Grandma Chris had her traditional egg hunt with her favorite people on earth (notice that I am not in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLoSTYKZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lVBWKL4UNpk/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355598308033849122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLoSTYKZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lVBWKL4UNpk/s200/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLoSTYKZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lVBWKL4UNpk/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLoSTYKZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lVBWKL4UNpk/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLoSTYKZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lVBWKL4UNpk/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spring game for the University of Utah was also in April. I took the kids, at least the three that like me,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355600148586334018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLp9b-Eh0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/uQ5x_LT2Qgc/s200/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and we went to the game. It was a lot of fun. The kids enjoyed being with a lot of their cousins, and they liked meeting the players on the field after the game. All of the players were so nice. The kids stood in line for autographs, and talked with the players. I think that their favorites were meeting Coach Whit and Robert Johnson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Payton thinks that we may be related &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLq2WfI4UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PlGfyLAC4p0/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355601126366961986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLq2WfI4UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PlGfyLAC4p0/s200/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to Robert, but I am not so sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the picture below and you make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLrQKQnyWI/AAAAAAAAANE/zvQH9glb95M/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355601569761446242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLrQKQnyWI/AAAAAAAAANE/zvQH9glb95M/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In May we all got ready for school to get out. The kids all did well and made it on to the next grade. Baylee and Taylor will both be with me at Mapleton Jr. next year. Baylee is excited, and I think that Taylor is just trying to tolerate it for one more year until she is officially in high school. That is scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLuTorx2JI/AAAAAAAAANc/fNiyNPArtuk/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355604928002906258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLuTorx2JI/AAAAAAAAANc/fNiyNPArtuk/s200/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the month of May and the beginning of June we were heavily involved in activities. Payton played tee-ball, and Kelsea decided to try softball this year. Baylee and Taylor kept busy watching kids and getting ready for Girls Camp, which they seemed to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLvVn6EU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/FEoZOd995K4/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLvVn6EU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/FEoZOd995K4/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLvVn6EU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/FEoZOd995K4/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLvVn6EU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/FEoZOd995K4/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355605553614689490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s200/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Johnson were the Grand Marshall's of the Art City Days Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLvVn6EU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/FEoZOd995K4/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They insisted on ditching the traditional convertible for a fire truck that they could share with their great grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLu4DRQFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/oZnkgnrYBJs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLv6Z7Sk9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/2SJLYYSt-PM/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355606061665768290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLvVn6EU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/FEoZOd995K4/s200/IMG_0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLvVn6EU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/FEoZOd995K4/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLwfGdcJ2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/hDuRiJ8J1I4/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The roses in our yard started to bloom, and Taylor took some really cool pictures. Payton did not want his picture taken with stupid flowers, so she was kind and took one of him under the neighbors tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLxXIRr00I/AAAAAAAAAOM/shVyqA7dnPw/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355608286557885250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLxXIRr00I/AAAAAAAAAOM/shVyqA7dnPw/s200/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLwfGdcJ2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/hDuRiJ8J1I4/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355607323997644642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLwfGdcJ2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/hDuRiJ8J1I4/s200/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLyD8T3O-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/XPJW9rPJ5O0/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355609056439909346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLyD8T3O-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/XPJW9rPJ5O0/s200/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355609519648941138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlLye55gJFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PsryftEiTys/s200/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June seemed to fly by like it usually does. We took a few trips to see my mom at Shadow Mountain (no pictures, forgot the camera). Payton has decided that when he grows up he wants to teach school so that he can work there. We also took a trip one evening to the Manti Pageant. It was a late night, but a lot of fun (can't take pictures if you don't have a camera). It was nice to spend an evening with the family talking about spiritual things. We need to do that more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it is July. Softball and tee-ball are over (thank heavens). It finally stopped raining, but has turned hot, and our little house does not have central air. We spend most evenings out in the yard enjoying the shade of Grandpa Earl's (our neighbor) tree while watching his flowers bloom. We enjoy our ward, and the kids have made some good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, we feel blessed. We have a roof over our heads, and I am pretty sure that no one has ever gone to bed hungry unless they chose to. Deborah has started going to another doctor who has changed her medication, and she seems to be doing better. It is nice to see her enjoying life again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think that is about it. It is 1:15am, and I am ready to go to sleep. I don't know how Danielle Thompson does it. I will try and do a little better at keeping things current, but I am not making any promises. One thing that I will promise is that I am going to do all I can to make some memories with my family in the month of Summer that we have left. I will keep you posted....maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-8214153114403244936?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/8214153114403244936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=8214153114403244936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8214153114403244936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8214153114403244936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-trying-to-keep-our-eyes-on-ball.html' title='Just Trying to Keep Our Eyes on the Ball'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SlL0C_zd88I/AAAAAAAAAOk/2Lp20oEfjYU/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-34154328294185411</id><published>2009-02-18T12:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:39:52.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S. Walk'/><title type='text'>M.S. Walk -ONE STEP AT A TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SZxqMNB_WUI/AAAAAAAAAME/d6YaVBtogpI/s1600-h/M.S.+Walk08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304231219024582978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SZxqMNB_WUI/AAAAAAAAAME/d6YaVBtogpI/s320/M.S.+Walk08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the best family.  They have been so supportive of me and my family.  In Feb of '08 I was diagnosed with M.S. Shortly after that, I learned of the M.S. walk in Provo. I called Scott's family and my family and friends to see if they would help raise money and join us on the 3 mile walk. Most of Scott's brothers and sisters brought their families to walk.  His mom and my mom were also there to support us.  One of my childhood friends that I hadn't seen or talked to since high school came with her daugher and dog. Many other family members who could not make it made donations to the MS foundation.  It was a great day, and it showed me that I am not alone in my struggle.  It meant so much to me. I tear up every time I think about it. We had so much fun, and we all agreed to try and make it an annual event.  My brother in law Riley was all pumped up about getting matching shirts next time we walked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that time has come.  The walk this year is April 25th, in Provo. If anyone is interested in walking with us ( its only 3 miles, very easy walk ) you can go to my web page and sign up, we would love to have anyone who can come. My web page is &lt;a href="http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/deborah.fisk.johnson"&gt;http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/deborah.fisk.johnson&lt;/a&gt; the password is deborahjohnson. I again want to thank my family and friends who came to walk with me and who support me every day. I love you all, I couldn't ask for a better family. Love Deborah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-34154328294185411?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/34154328294185411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=34154328294185411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/34154328294185411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/34154328294185411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2009/02/ms-walk-one-step-at-time.html' title='M.S. Walk -ONE STEP AT A TIME'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SZxqMNB_WUI/AAAAAAAAAME/d6YaVBtogpI/s72-c/M.S.+Walk08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-3218912864832398432</id><published>2009-01-28T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:55:40.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>Here is my (Scott) Top 5 Addictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  24--I love that show.  I have to admit that a whole year off made me a little worried, but I am glad that Jack Bauer is back making sure that I am safe.  He is one bad dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Office--"That's what she said".  This show really makes me laugh.  I start laughing when they show Dwight in the intro and I don't stop until the show is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Chili-Cheese Nachos from 7-11.  I know it sounds gross, but there is really nothing better after midnight than stale nachos with chili, nacho cheese, and jalapeno peppers.  I always pay for it the next morning, but I always seem to go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Utah Football--At the risk of making half of my family mad.  I hope that I am not one of those "rub it in your face" fans, but I have watched the Byu game and the Sugar Bowl at least 20 times each.  Every time I watch it the Utes win and I am happy.  I don't think that being a Ute fan will keep me out of heaven, will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Diet Coke--I only need it to make my headaches go away.  Being a Ute fan may not keep me out of heaven, but this little, okay big, vice just might.  My goal during the year was to drink less diet Coke this year than I did last year.  So far no good.  Sometimes when I feel guilty about all of the diet Coke that I drink I will repent and have a diet Pepsi.  Hey, I am a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how this stupid Tag thing works, but I now tag Tim Thompson, Kyle Johnson, Kalli, Todd Jackson, and Marthea Jackson.  If you have already been tagged just relax and have a nice cold diet beverage for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-3218912864832398432?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/3218912864832398432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=3218912864832398432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/3218912864832398432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/3218912864832398432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-5457364825878970422</id><published>2008-12-24T20:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:02:13.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas--Our Grateful List</title><content type='html'>First of all I want to wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday Season.  We just returned home from my sisters house and the annual Christmas Eve dinner.  Pictures will come later.  In an effort to try and get a little of the Christmas Spirit into our home, I asked each family member to share with each other what they were most grateful for.  Here is the answers they gave: (In exact words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Um, I think it would be that my family talks to me about a lot of stuff and they reassure me about a lot of stuff too.  I say "stuff" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;: Our family, this house, and all of our great neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kelsea&lt;/span&gt;:  I am thankful for my parents, and everyone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payton:  I am thankful for everyone that loves me and supports me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah:  My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott:  I am just thankful that I am surrounded by people that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Go Utes!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-5457364825878970422?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/5457364825878970422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=5457364825878970422' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/5457364825878970422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/5457364825878970422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-our-grateful-list.html' title='Merry Christmas--Our Grateful List'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-8897234327598768939</id><published>2008-12-10T21:01:00.020-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:53:08.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know, I know. Quit your complaining and belly-aching. I have not updated the blog for a while...a long while. I would promise to do better, but we all know that would be a promise broken eventually. Besides, no one leaves messages for me so how do I know that people actually read the blog in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been hectic since soccer season ended. Here is a list of some of the events along with some pictures that have happened over the time since I last posted: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Deer Hunt with the cousins--no the guns aren't loaded...I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278384251454921522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCWgrf8mzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pmLHRGLuM8Q/s320/DSCF1198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A few days and glorioUs nights spent at Utah football games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388050976713042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCZ910iKVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_YJfFlnZkas/s320/Utah48BYU24-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Family Halloween parties--Sorry Kyle but I had to post the picture of your girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCW85wGA6I/AAAAAAAAALE/-jelWa27teQ/s1600-h/IMGA0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278384736317080482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCW85wGA6I/AAAAAAAAALE/-jelWa27teQ/s200/IMGA0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385060677994242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCXPyFwxwI/AAAAAAAAALM/gNBS1SnveJM/s200/IMGA0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCYMQTQR5I/AAAAAAAAALc/p1J8W7rpaR0/s1600-h/IMGA0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278386099579799442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCYMQTQR5I/AAAAAAAAALc/p1J8W7rpaR0/s200/IMGA0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCXi9_SgyI/AAAAAAAAALU/4z50KEqZv1k/s1600-h/IMGA0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCXi9_SgyI/AAAAAAAAALU/4z50KEqZv1k/s1600-h/IMGA0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The big move from the house on Eldorado Drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278389463753642546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCbQE0zUjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6nCoosxpRrE/s320/100_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The renting of a house about 1/3 the size of our old one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278386676324089570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCYt01zvuI/AAAAAAAAALk/xyh1x1ks-8o/s320/IMGA0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Hanging up the Christmas lights and putting up the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387027674262050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCZCRuN6iI/AAAAAAAAALs/O9ts26NP8tE/s320/IMGA0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Life has been hectic. It has been hard to sell a home that we built and thought we would spend the rest of our lives in. Saying goodbye to the friends that we made and to neighbors that we love was difficult. But what we have realized is that the things that matter most in life are still with us. Those things are our Faith and our Family. Our new neighborhood is fantastic. Our home, although small, is comfortable. And we have some of the nicest neighbors that you could ask for. I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for all that we have been blessed with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-8897234327598768939?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/8897234327598768939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=8897234327598768939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8897234327598768939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8897234327598768939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-coming.html' title='Long Time Coming'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SUCWgrf8mzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pmLHRGLuM8Q/s72-c/DSCF1198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-1490504456308823158</id><published>2008-10-07T19:44:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:10:39.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season Comes to an End!!!! YEA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597304373240146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwUaITkYVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YKAZa7gntSc/s400/IMGA0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254599247223818386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwWLN_PiJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zLNv1R_oZnE/s320/IMGA0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It is now official. Soccer season is finally over. It ended tonight with Payton's last game. Kelsea and Baylee also played soccer this year, and each of them did really well. Baylee is a good player. She can kick the ball a mile when she gets a hold of it. She is a team player who likes to pass the ball to others and watch them score as much as she likes scoring herself. She had one of the prettiest goals of the season. She knows how to "Bend it like Beckham." Kelsea also did well. She was on a team with some of the girls in the neighborhood. I was always impressed at how much energy she had. She loves to run around. This year she was more aggressive than in past years. At times she really took it to the other team. She also had a great game winning goal that we celebrated. Hopefully there are more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Payton played Cub Soccer for the third and final year. He was on a team with four of his cousins. His games were definitely a family affair. He did really well. One game we quit counting after he scored his 12th goal. I think that he really enjoyed this year. The pictures included in the blog are of his game tonight. The lady in the yellow shirt is Nancy, I told her she would be famous because she is on my blog. The rest of the pictures are just of the game and the fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got really cold tonight. It is hard to believe that another season is in the rear-view mirror. The kids are already talking basketball. So I guess it is time to put away the soccer uniforms, shin-guards, cleats, and socks. Hopefully when we get them out of storage next year they still fit somebody. Congratulations kids on a great year. It is always nice to see you involved in good things. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254596958363082946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwUF_UUYMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xOAcwwzhoRc/s200/IMGA0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597543789986930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwUoEM-BHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sXbx351Morc/s200/IMGA0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597888491425202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwU8IUMjbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4R8KCSOUtVE/s200/IMGA0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254598305690559602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwVUagOJHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UUEGUryyKCo/s200/IMGA0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254598660571760898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwVpEifiQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KXTpFLGdtlg/s400/IMGA0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-1490504456308823158?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/1490504456308823158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=1490504456308823158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/1490504456308823158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/1490504456308823158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/10/season-comes-to-end-yea.html' title='The Season Comes to an End!!!! YEA!!!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOwUaITkYVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YKAZa7gntSc/s72-c/IMGA0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-8211471520564841231</id><published>2008-10-06T21:11:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:41:35.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a Red Devil</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit it. I am a little older than I used to be. I am not a real old person yet, but I am well on my way. On September 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my class, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Springville&lt;/span&gt; High School class of 1989, was invited back for Homecoming at the high school. It really does not seem like twenty years, but sometimes it feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254249109158746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrXugDR2NI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nDeZd91LEIc/s320/IMGA0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I was asked, somewhat at the last minute, to emcee the Homecoming Assembly. I was really nervous, but felt honored to do it. It was really nice to be back at the school and see some people that I had not seen for a long time. I thought that the assembly went well. We honored our classmates who have served or are currently serving in the armed forces. In the picture above we are honoring Julie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beisinger&lt;/span&gt;, whose husband Will is currently serving in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt;.We showed a video that our class officers made...I am glad that I was not in it. Kirk Boyer is now my hero. Then we presented Coach Scott Mitchell with the Spirit Stick and invited the team and cheerleaders on the stage to sing the school song with us. Our hope was to help bring back some of that Red Devil Pride that we all still feel. I think that we were successful.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254249775672470242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrYVTAiKuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1IipF8T5P1Y/s320/IMGA0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254251683908768274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOraEXvhUhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mg-DOu08WFY/s320/IMGA0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;After the assembly my class also rode in the parade. It was fun to see everyone who came out. It was really fun to see my family and throw them the majority of candy that I had not yet eaten. After the parade was a tailgate party before the football game. Sitting at the game with my friends was nice, especially since the Red Devils destroyed Provo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254249406564887426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrX_z-ba4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/mMiMGHw3l14/s320/IMGA0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Saturday night there was a dinner for our classmates and their spouses. It was a nice time to sit and talk with people, reminisce about the past, and brag a little about our own kids. It was nice to see so many of the people who have helped shape my life. I am and always will be a Mighty Red Devil.&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/5806538014974745128-8211471520564841231?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/8211471520564841231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=8211471520564841231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8211471520564841231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8211471520564841231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-red-devil.html' title='Always a Red Devil'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrXugDR2NI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nDeZd91LEIc/s72-c/IMGA0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-2945090765232028762</id><published>2008-10-06T20:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:10:50.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Payton's Birthday</title><content type='html'>As was mentioned in an earlier post, Payton turned 6 on September 3rd. It is hard to believe that my boy is that old. We had planned on having a couple of parties for him, one for the family and one for his friends. After having the family party he decided that he did not need a friend party because all of his best friends are his cousins. I think that is pretty neat. I was also glad because that meant that we only had to put on one party. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was able to receive a lot of gifts, but I think that his favorite was money...just like his mother. Here are some of the pictures from his party. Happy Birthday Payton!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254242463919498018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrRrsmx4yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4KFMWY1IuBU/s320/IMGA0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254242774955385042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrR9zTg4NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oF6E0XazRFk/s320/IMGA0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254243249445179378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrSZa6sj_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/OkJNzT8XAf0/s200/IMGA0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254243528177905010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrSppRwbXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RSWrb50z1b4/s200/IMGA0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-2945090765232028762?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/2945090765232028762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=2945090765232028762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2945090765232028762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2945090765232028762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/10/paytons-birthday.html' title='Payton&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SOrRrsmx4yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4KFMWY1IuBU/s72-c/IMGA0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-7162078559527060612</id><published>2008-10-06T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:50:16.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has all the time gone?</title><content type='html'>For those of you that look at our blog, I apologize.  Life seems to be so hectic that I have not taken the time to make sure that the blog is updated.  The past month has been full of adventures.  Payton turned 6 on September 3rd, and pictures of his party will come soon.  The kids, all but Taylor, have been heavily involved in soccer.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; to say (not really) that our last game of the season is Tuesday, October 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  All of the kids are doing well in school and growing up fast.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah starts her new job today.  For the next three weeks she has to drive to Draper for training.  She is really nervous, but I know that she will do great. &lt;br /&gt;I promise to do better with the posts.  I just wanted you all to know that we are all still alive and kicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-7162078559527060612?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/7162078559527060612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=7162078559527060612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7162078559527060612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7162078559527060612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-has-all-time-gone.html' title='Where has all the time gone?'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-7377657136336574279</id><published>2008-09-01T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:05:44.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kindergarten Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLylwzg1bNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wN1HbyuM8bo/s1600-h/IMGA0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241246324232645842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLylwzg1bNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wN1HbyuM8bo/s400/IMGA0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it is true. For three hours a day Deborah is now without a child in the home. Payton had his first day of Kindergarten on August 27th. He was really excited. He wanted to ride the bus to school on the first day, but his mother and I talked him out of that. I came home from school for a few minutes to tell him goodbye on his first day. I admit that I cried a little. It is hard to believe that my little boy is going to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening I asked him what his favorite thing about school was and he said "the bus ride home." He is fascinated by the bus but cannot understand why there are not any seat belts. He also really likes his teacher and has a lot of friends in his class. It is just hard to believe that he is old enough. Where does all the time go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-7377657136336574279?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/7377657136336574279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=7377657136336574279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7377657136336574279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7377657136336574279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindergarten-baby-sitting-in-gravy.html' title='The Kindergarten Kid'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLylwzg1bNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wN1HbyuM8bo/s72-c/IMGA0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-6440171486396030373</id><published>2008-09-01T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:14:25.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing with Payton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyfOymm67I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jhmYfoiiPBg/s1600-h/IMGA0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241239142803106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyfOymm67I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jhmYfoiiPBg/s400/IMGA0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241239876639469218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyf5gW1LqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p2jOVBgG-ac/s320/IMGA0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241240148983374354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLygJW6rYhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yfxakXilUsU/s320/IMGA0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241240753478682210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLygsi1lxmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fqne5OXht0k/s320/IMGA0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you that know me know that I love to golf. I am not very good, but I do enjoy the time that I spend out on the course. I also really enjoy watching golf on TV. Most people would rather watch paint dry, not me. One of the highlights of the summer was watching Tiger Woods win the US Open with a broken leg. As I watched Tiger play, I found that I had a little friend watching the tourney with me. That little friend was Payton. I can't get the kid to watch a football or basketball game, but when golf is on he loves to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and bought Payton a club that is his size and took him up to Hobble Creek for the first time. Those pictures are gone thanks to the darn delete button on the camera (see previous post). But a couple of weeks ago we decided to do it again and I now have the pictures to prove it. It is a lot of fun watching him hit (or miss) the ball, but it is hilarious watching him try and tee it up by himself. He is so independent. I wonder where he gets that? He also has no idea about the concept of quiet on the course. He just has that high pitched scream. Course etiquette is something that we need to work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that golf is something that he will like to do even more in the future. I know that he probably won't be the next Tiger, but it is fun to spend time with him. You gotta love that face!&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/5806538014974745128-6440171486396030373?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/6440171486396030373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=6440171486396030373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6440171486396030373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6440171486396030373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/09/golfing-with-payton.html' title='Golfing with Payton'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyfOymm67I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jhmYfoiiPBg/s72-c/IMGA0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-2698387649739649079</id><published>2008-09-01T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:49:21.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma J</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyZFfC8sII/AAAAAAAAAHU/pmDgOg3MDAY/s1600-h/IMGA0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241232385864675458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyZFfC8sII/AAAAAAAAAHU/pmDgOg3MDAY/s400/IMGA0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241232685751543682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyZW8NjJ4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/P9eRp1wWmqM/s200/IMGA0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241233039057767058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyZrgYUSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_R9Wxl8-W6U/s200/IMGA0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241233427821899586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyaCIo6L0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7wDqxv-piJs/s200/IMGA0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241233899618506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyadmN_FXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/q9WXv-WIZoI/s200/IMGA0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241234785083520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLybRI1S9pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xrYC7eo5h50/s200/IMGA0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma! On Sunday the 23rd of August we had a surprise party for Grandma Beth. She turned 80, and we decided to give her the best birthday present ever.....a party with all of us. It was a fantastic night, and I think that she was surprised. She came to the party thinking that it was a birthday party for Linkin, which it was, but she soon found out that we were really all there for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice of Jeff and Marthea to host the party, and Bobb did a great job sending up smoke signals and cooking the burgers. Age put together a great video with pictures and sound bites from all of the great-grandchildren. The video made me really emotional, especially the pictures with my Dad in them. I looked at all of the things that my Grandma has done, and I realized that at the heart of everything was her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you Grandma. Thank you for all you have done!&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/5806538014974745128-2698387649739649079?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/2698387649739649079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=2698387649739649079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2698387649739649079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/2698387649739649079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-grandma-j.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma J'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyZFfC8sII/AAAAAAAAAHU/pmDgOg3MDAY/s72-c/IMGA0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-6371245377885604064</id><published>2008-09-01T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:16:12.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days, School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyWHR5-NNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bddvX7r2e_w/s1600-h/IMGA0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241229118162220242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyWHR5-NNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bddvX7r2e_w/s200/IMGA0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor, Baylee, and Kelsea all started school on August 20th. Where did the summer go? We had so many things that we still needed to do. I think &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyhzPtGHNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lk8e6iEKt6M/s1600-h/IMGA0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241241968113491154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyhzPtGHNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lk8e6iEKt6M/s200/IMGA0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that Deborah is really excited to have some quiet &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyWmKtvN_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/hJGTF_w2OT8/s1600-h/IMGA0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time at home...if there is such a thing. Taylor is in the 8th grade, Baylee is in 6th, and Kelsea is in 3rd. They were all so excited to get back to school. I think that they are sick of their parents and are ready to hang with all of their friends again. Don't they look cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyWZ_OT9MI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iNLDER8_DSo/s1600-h/IMGA0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyWZ_OT9MI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iNLDER8_DSo/s1600-h/IMGA0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/5806538014974745128-6371245377885604064?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/6371245377885604064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=6371245377885604064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6371245377885604064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6371245377885604064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-days-school-days.html' title='School Days, School Days'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SLyWHR5-NNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bddvX7r2e_w/s72-c/IMGA0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-4126538742092605065</id><published>2008-08-18T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:07:11.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236059223272115890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo4HyoKzrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9UDplY2wSbA/s320/IMGA0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236065372537607250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo9tubT1FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W9bBDNiHMI8/s320/IMGA0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKpBQnU3BII/AAAAAAAAAGo/e5tDgqDpaZY/s1600-h/IMGA0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236069270461809794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKpBQnU3BII/AAAAAAAAAGo/e5tDgqDpaZY/s200/IMGA0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo7Uu6AzPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M4oPuwZhcY8/s1600-h/IMGA0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236062744146398450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo7Uu6AzPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M4oPuwZhcY8/s200/IMGA0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great evening! We drove to Birdseye to spend the evening with the Daybell's. The kids spent time playing with the dogs, pigeons, and horses. Payton even tried to rope a calf, and he did it! He thinks that he is pretty cool now. He told me that he maybe wants to be a cowboy now instead of a golfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor was quite the impressive rider. She really kn&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo42gpFIGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Yd0J_JBLjgY/s1600-h/IMGA0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ows what she is doing. She moved those cattle like a pro. I think that she would live with the Daybell's if I would let her. Baylee was a bit timid at first, but after a little while she was riding around the arena by herself. Kelsea liked to ride, but she really liked loading the steers in the chute and releasing them. Payton was really excited and was determined to rope a steer, which he did! Man is he cool, just ask him. I think that the hat tells the whole story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice of the Daybell's to have us up. Our kids are about the same age, and my kids really enjoyed having our own little rodeo. I think that the kids are worn out. I know that I am. Who needs Disneyland &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo9Pf3vXSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pDardTzB7eM/s1600-h/IMGA0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236064853234244898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo9Pf3vXSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pDardTzB7eM/s200/IMGA0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when this much fun is just 35 minutes away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo0SJZGNbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R7TPCb_5ahA/s1600-h/IMGA0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo-z5hR1fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rtrtpxAb_Gc/s1600-h/IMGA0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo0SJZGNbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R7TPCb_5ahA/s1600-h/IMGA0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo_q6c4JYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vI6U-xztVes/s1600-h/IMGA0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo-z5hR1fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rtrtpxAb_Gc/s1600-h/IMGA0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo-z5hR1fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rtrtpxAb_Gc/s1600-h/IMGA0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo0SJZGNbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R7TPCb_5ahA/s1600-h/IMGA0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo_q6c4JYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vI6U-xztVes/s1600-h/IMGA0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo0SJZGNbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R7TPCb_5ahA/s1600-h/IMGA0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo_q6c4JYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vI6U-xztVes/s1600-h/IMGA0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo0SJZGNbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R7TPCb_5ahA/s1600-h/IMGA0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo0SJZGNbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R7TPCb_5ahA/s1600-h/IMGA0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKozPW9qDZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7mp3b74sv4Q/s1600-h/IMGA0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236053855726865810" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo_q6c4JYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vI6U-xztVes/s200/IMGA0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236055920252930290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo1Hh7ByPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1RCKr3Sgsjg/s200/IMGA0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5806538014974745128-4126538742092605065?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/4126538742092605065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=4126538742092605065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/4126538742092605065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/4126538742092605065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/08/cowboy-up.html' title='Cowboy Up!'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKo4HyoKzrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9UDplY2wSbA/s72-c/IMGA0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-6897329562011797614</id><published>2008-08-17T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:54:46.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Timp Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjTPGaP45I/AAAAAAAAADc/zQQDG227V5c/s1600-h/IMGA0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235666823190406034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjTPGaP45I/AAAAAAAAADc/zQQDG227V5c/s320/IMGA0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do not know what has gotten into me. For the third time in four &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjTi50-XuI/AAAAAAAAADk/S4xKfbyRUq0/s1600-h/IMGA0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235667163410226914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjTi50-XuI/AAAAAAAAADk/S4xKfbyRUq0/s320/IMGA0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weeks I planned a hike early on a Saturday morning. This time I planned a trip up to Timp Cave. I really hoped that we could get a lot of people in the family to go, but everyone is so busy this late in the summer. Stacy (my sister and hiking partner), Baylee, Kelsea, Payton, and myself ended up leaving around 7:00am to head up American Fork Canyon. It had been years since I had hiked to the cave, and it was the first time for everyone else that was with me. As usual we had a blast. I &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjT3rJVlzI/AAAAAAAAADs/K-97uFN-5GQ/s1600-h/IMGA0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235667520246355762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjT3rJVlzI/AAAAAAAAADs/K-97uFN-5GQ/s200/IMGA0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was so proud of my kids, and Stacy, for making it all the way up...with minimal whining. I forgot how steep the canyon is, but it sure was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were so excited when we entered the cave. Kelsea kept looking for the cougar or bear that she just knew was living there. Baylee thought that the cave formations were beautiful. Payton was very curious. I think that he may of set a occicial cave record for the number of times he hit his head on the rocks. I just was glad that we got out of there with no stitches needed. Stacy was just glad that she &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjUOomEpnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-szfnVEUe48/s1600-h/IMGA0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235667914698565234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjUOomEpnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-szfnVEUe48/s200/IMGA0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bought a sweatshirt at the gift shop before the hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We topped off the morning with the long hike down, followed by lunch at the Training Table. Nothing like "cheese fries" to cure the aches and pains of a long hike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235668467186880626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjUuyxjUHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YPywIvcJtqs/s320/IMGA0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I can't wait to do it all again.&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/5806538014974745128-6897329562011797614?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/6897329562011797614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=6897329562011797614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6897329562011797614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/6897329562011797614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/08/timp-cave.html' title='Timp Cave'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SKjTPGaP45I/AAAAAAAAADc/zQQDG227V5c/s72-c/IMGA0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-793622595181009871</id><published>2008-08-17T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:49:55.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Dislike the Delete Button</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think that I have finally calmed down enough to write a little. Darn delete button on the digital camera. As you can see this is the first post in a couple of weeks. We have done a lot of fun things, things that I had pictures of, but the darn delete button almost caused me to lose my cool, okay, I did lose my cool but I am okay now.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, we hiked the Y again. This time Stacy and I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kelsea&lt;/span&gt;, Becky, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sydnee&lt;/span&gt;. We had a great time and even ran into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football as they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;descended&lt;/span&gt; from the Y. It was pretty neat, but you will have to take my word from it because I pushed the darn delete button.&lt;br /&gt;Later that same day I took Payton, who was extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt; that he was left home from the hike, up to Hobble Creek Golf Course. We had a great time hitting balls on the range. The kid even has good form. After hitting balls we went to the clubhouse and had a plate of fries. Again we had a blast. It was a beautiful day, and I intended to show off the pictures, but the darn delete button. I think that I am actually calmed down enough to try to post some other things. Hopefully the darn idiot with the camera will not push the wrong button again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-793622595181009871?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/793622595181009871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=793622595181009871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/793622595181009871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/793622595181009871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-really-dislike-delete-button.html' title='I Really Dislike the Delete Button'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-3688163254060751726</id><published>2008-07-28T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:57:09.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Johnson Family Pool Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6dvlNsVGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sCSYaes2djk/s1600-h/IMGA0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289658192680034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6dvlNsVGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sCSYaes2djk/s200/IMGA0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, around Grandpa Johnson's birthday, we have a pool party at the Spanish Fork pool. It is nice to get together with the whole "Johnson Clan." It is nice for Grandpa Johnson and his sisters, Lois and Helen, to bring everyone together. We usually start with something to eat and then head out swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This years party was missing someone special. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6eKZC-DXI/AAAAAAAAADE/633MTJujJMk/s1600-h/IMGA0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228290118782946674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6eKZC-DXI/AAAAAAAAADE/633MTJujJMk/s200/IMGA0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Lois, Grandpa Johnson's older sister, passed away on July 23rd. There was some thought of cancelling the party, but Uncle Earl insisted that we have it in honor of Aunt Lois. He said that there was nothing that she liked more than getting together as family. She was a neat lady, and we will all miss her very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6ejuZ4IOI/AAAAAAAAADM/g9ITcCAeAdk/s1600-h/IMGA0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228290554012901602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6ejuZ4IOI/AAAAAAAAADM/g9ITcCAeAdk/s200/IMGA0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids, as usual, had a blast at the party. They had fun eating, but they had a blast at the pool. It is times like this that make us grateful to have so many family members around. Payton claimed that we must be cousins with the whole town. There is more truth to that statement than he could ever know. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa, Earl and Lois, and Aunt Helen for providing this opportunity for us to get together. Lets do it again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6ezPyrhFI/AAAAAAAAADU/j3huA6SyEUw/s1600-h/IMGA0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228290820673340498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6ezPyrhFI/AAAAAAAAADU/j3huA6SyEUw/s200/IMGA0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5806538014974745128-3688163254060751726?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/3688163254060751726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=3688163254060751726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/3688163254060751726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/3688163254060751726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/07/johnson-family-pool-party.html' title='The Johnson Family Pool Party'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6dvlNsVGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sCSYaes2djk/s72-c/IMGA0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-9135511790470675877</id><published>2008-07-28T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:55:21.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Cabin</title><content type='html'>This has been a fun week. Scott had a conference at &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6XO4Z4XbI/AAAAAAAAACc/CpH-7zKI2vA/s1600-h/IMGA0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228282499338624434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6XO4Z4XbI/AAAAAAAAACc/CpH-7zKI2vA/s200/IMGA0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniels Summit and thought that it would be a great time for a family vacation, especially since BYU was paying for the room. The family planned on staying Tuesday night at the lodge, and then spend the next two days at the cabin. When Scott checked into his room, it only had one bed. So Mom and the kids decided to let Dad spend the night at Daniels Summit while they slept in comfort at the cabin (It be&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6XtUlmlnI/AAAAAAAAACk/HUo427QBdTc/s1600-h/IMGA0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228283022300059250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6XtUlmlnI/AAAAAAAAACk/HUo427QBdTc/s200/IMGA0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at sleeping on the floor in the lodge).&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday Grandma and Grandpa Johnson as well as Bobb and Val came up to spend the 24th of July at the cabin. Bobb put in a new sliding door in the upstairs bathroom while everyone else had a good old time. Sitting on the porch was the favorite activity of the grown-ups, while the kids spent time hiking to "little rock" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6YDVED10I/AAAAAAAAACs/z8FVWxD37Dg/s1600-h/IMGA0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228283400384927554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6YDVED10I/AAAAAAAAACs/z8FVWxD37Dg/s200/IMGA0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and "big rock". Kelsea and Baylee made friends with the kids in the cabin next door. Everyone, including Taylor's friend Kayla, seemed to have a great time. It was hard to leave the 85 degree weather of the cabin and return to the 100 degrees that greeted us at home. But the great thing about leaving the cabin is knowing that the next trip is just a couple of weeks away....we hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6YfQBUSnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/llYN-WFV6Fg/s1600-h/IMGA0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228283880067582578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6YfQBUSnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/llYN-WFV6Fg/s200/IMGA0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-9135511790470675877?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/9135511790470675877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=9135511790470675877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/9135511790470675877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/9135511790470675877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-at-cabin.html' title='Fun at the Cabin'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SI6XO4Z4XbI/AAAAAAAAACc/CpH-7zKI2vA/s72-c/IMGA0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-8947930726174986001</id><published>2008-07-20T22:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:59:57.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You Dad</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that it has been 17 years since the phone call telling me that my Dad had passed away. As a young missionary I was not sure what the future would hold. I just want to let you know Dad that I have tried my best to be the kind of person that you wo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQWrtumV_I/AAAAAAAAACM/2jw1gZqWfCk/s1600-h/IMGA0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225326407921850354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQWrtumV_I/AAAAAAAAACM/2jw1gZqWfCk/s320/IMGA0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uld want me to be. I also want to thank you for the life that you lived. I am always proud to tell people that I am your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradition has been that I take a diet Pepsi to the cemetery, just in hopes that you may someday like me more than Keli. I also take my kids up to the cemetery and share stories about you. They are su&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQW6VTk0XI/AAAAAAAAACU/pIJbbIEXb-M/s1600-h/IMGA0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225326659064090994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQW6VTk0XI/AAAAAAAAACU/pIJbbIEXb-M/s320/IMGA0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ch great kids. I really know that you would enjoy being around them, as well as your other grandkids. But even though you are not physically with us, I know that you watch over every one of us. I know that you would be proud of who we are and how we try to live our lives. I guess that I just want you to know that I love you and that I miss you every day.--Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-8947930726174986001?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/8947930726174986001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=8947930726174986001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8947930726174986001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/8947930726174986001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-you-dad.html' title='Miss You Dad'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQWrtumV_I/AAAAAAAAACM/2jw1gZqWfCk/s72-c/IMGA0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-7500840556096115278</id><published>2008-07-20T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:47:01.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>700 South Reunion</title><content type='html'>Saturday July 19th was the first annual 7th South Family Reunion. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQT2Ps9THI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N908qo3UnGo/s1600-h/IMGA0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225323290305580146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQT2Ps9THI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N908qo3UnGo/s200/IMGA0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deborah and her family owned a home on 7th South in Springville for over 30 years. In fact, Deb and I lived there until we built our present home. I have to admit that I was a bit skeptical about "neighborhood reunions", but that all changed on Saturday. Deb did not grow up with her family around, and so the people in her neighborhood &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQUFaWdcdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XapoUaT3BTM/s1600-h/IMGA0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225323550862045650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQUFaWdcdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XapoUaT3BTM/s200/IMGA0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;became her family. It was really neat to see her and her family see people that they had not seen in years. It was interesting to hear their stories, and listen as they tried to "catch-up" with each other. The people that have lived in that neighborhood truly have a bond. It was an afternoon filled with laughter and love. One family even drove from &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQUZJNcGFI/AAAAAAAAACE/PjUaG69metg/s1600-h/IMGA0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225323889858189394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQUZJNcGFI/AAAAAAAAACE/PjUaG69metg/s200/IMGA0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oregon to attend the reunion. What a great afternoon it turned out to be. Hopefully it will be an annual event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-7500840556096115278?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/7500840556096115278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=7500840556096115278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7500840556096115278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7500840556096115278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/07/700-south-reunion.html' title='700 South Reunion'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQT2Ps9THI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N908qo3UnGo/s72-c/IMGA0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-814886677884433881</id><published>2008-07-20T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:16:41.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking the Y with Sassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225319820961828178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQQsTY8zVI/AAAAAAAAABk/kcffsHJJbAo/s200/IMGA0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQQcXZjxBI/AAAAAAAAABc/yO8m3nBpumg/s1600-h/IMGA0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225319547160216594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQQcXZjxBI/AAAAAAAAABc/yO8m3nBpumg/s200/IMGA0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that this will be a surprise for many of you, but I actually went hiking without being asked. In fact, I am the one that did the asking. Friday night July 18th I had the idea that the next day would be a great time to hike the Y. I had always wanted to make the hike, and so I was glad that Stacy agreed to go with me (that way I could not justify sleeping in). Stacy and I started hiking about 7:30am, and reached the Y about 45 minutes later. It was a lot of fun, and really rewarding. The view was terrific. It was also nice to spend some time with my little sister. She &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQQ7F9AB0I/AAAAAAAAABs/vArChZKV4Ek/s1600-h/IMGA0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225320075052975938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQQ7F9AB0I/AAAAAAAAABs/vArChZKV4Ek/s200/IMGA0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is such a great person. Hopefully we can do things like this a little more often. Thanks Stacy for going with me. I love you.--Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-814886677884433881?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/814886677884433881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=814886677884433881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/814886677884433881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/814886677884433881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiking-y-with-sassy.html' title='Hiking the Y with Sassy'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SIQQsTY8zVI/AAAAAAAAABk/kcffsHJJbAo/s72-c/IMGA0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806538014974745128.post-7701260013237985902</id><published>2008-07-14T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:51:49.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Attempt--Wish us Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwX1jwcX1I/AAAAAAAAABE/eAfhuVSQTqA/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223075876741865298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwX1jwcX1I/AAAAAAAAABE/eAfhuVSQTqA/s400/family.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwXGP4v6aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SrNzB7ptf_I/s1600-h/IMGA0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to our first attempt at keeping a blog. I feel so techn&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwWJ8GGvbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mtQ1zWSVQwQ/s1600-h/IMAG0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223074027849301426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwWJ8GGvbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mtQ1zWSVQwQ/s200/IMAG0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ologically advanced. I guess I am just trying to keep up with the Jones', and Johnson's, Jackson's, and everyone else in my family that already has a blog. I just hope that we (I) can keep it up to date. I also hope that this is as easy as my sister Stacy said it would be.&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well there will be some pictures that are attached to this blog. I have not been very good at keeping family history, so maybe this will be a good reason to keep track of what is happening in our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;Our family is growing each day. Taylor is the typical teenage g&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwW0_0PjuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YgHkVlJ8_qM/s1600-h/IMGA0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223074767582498530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwW0_0PjuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YgHkVlJ8_qM/s200/IMGA0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;irl. She spent a week at girls camp, and we all missed her. I think that she had fun. Baylee loves to help around the house and please everyone. She went to Shadow Mountain this summer and had a blast. Kelsea is our resident softball player. She is one tough cookie. She even took a line drive off the head and did not even cry. Now that softball is over Kelsea just floats around like a little butterfly--one that usually disappears when work needs to get done. Payton played kickball&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwZfR8jXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZlAmUun-7X0/s1600-h/IMGA0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223077693026950818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwZfR8jXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZlAmUun-7X0/s200/IMGA0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this summer, but has since decided that he wants to be the next Tiger Woods, at least for this week. Deborah and I are just trying our best to keep the whole mess together.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all for now. I am going to try and post some pictures. Stacy, if this is too difficult you are in trouble.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwWkE7RTFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zvb2hrqPbV4/s1600-h/IMGA0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwXevK3kwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CrTqwwImAYo/s1600-h/IMGA0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223075484668498690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwXevK3kwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CrTqwwImAYo/s200/IMGA0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806538014974745128-7701260013237985902?l=scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/feeds/7701260013237985902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806538014974745128&amp;postID=7701260013237985902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7701260013237985902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806538014974745128/posts/default/7701260013237985902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottanddeborahj.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-first-attempt-wish-us-luck.html' title='Our First Attempt--Wish us Luck'/><author><name>Scott and Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140405563886276666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddJHd0gC8bA/SHwX1jwcX1I/AAAAAAAAABE/eAfhuVSQTqA/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
