<?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-373691259709239836</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:03:18.147-07:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPClXzIGGAI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rtszzG7DFoA/s1600/P1050458.JPG'/><category term='High School Musical'/><title type='text'>Holly Meets Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1100229559372868184</id><published>2012-01-29T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:43:20.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Gabba Brain Explosion and Surgery.</title><content type='html'>My brain has been fried with too much Yo Gabba Gabba this weekend. But when the boy is sick, he gets to watch whatever he wants! We went to bed on Friday around midnight and then at 3 Rocky woke up whining and he's been having nightmares lately and usually falls back asleep. But he was like whimpering so Scotty got up to comfort him but then he started to gag, and so I got up too, and we cuddled on the couch for a bit and watched Gabba to distract him. But then about 2 minutes after I down with him in bed, he puked. On my sheets. Gross. So then he was up until about 7 and got sick like 5 more times. It was actually really sad! I hate when he gets sick like that because it's hard to do anything for him. However, once I put some oils on his belly I could tell that gave him some relief. I am so happy I use them! So our Saturday was pretty much a bust since we were all &lt;br /&gt;so tired from lack of sleep! But after lots of hydration and about 12 episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba, he is doing great again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so thankful that he hasn't gotten sick with a cold or had his asthma flare up yet this winter *knock on wood!!* We've been extra careful with him, so I hope we can make it all the way through with no hospital visits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sickness and hospital visits. I'm getting surgery next week. Eeek! I have to get my gall bladder out. Which is actually a very common surgery and I'll be back to my good ol' self within a few days. I'll just have 4 small incisions and they'll pull that little sucker out. I decided to go to the doctor after telling a friend about my symptoms. She had just got hers out too and was like "Uh, Holly- that's the story of my life! Go get that checked out!" So I talked to the doctor, he ordered an ultrasound and they found gall stones. So basically I have stomach pain, and I get sick almost every time I eat, and blaaah.... I've dealt with it for years! It&amp;nbsp;gets really intense sometimes.&amp;nbsp;I could go into more detail, but I'll spare you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some pretty random medical shiz happen to me the past few years, but I've never had a surgery where I have been "put out". So it will be weird/scary for me. But the surgeon is really good and the only risks are bleeding and infection. I've had staph before, and it was AWFUL but I'm sure I'll be fine with this!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty will be taking great care of me (as always) so I'll just need to rest up so I can be back in action soon! I am just REALLY happy I don't have to stay at the freaking hospital. I'll just be in recovery for a few hours afterwards, and then I can go home and be waited on by my sweet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for now. I need to get to bed since I start a 6:30am schedule tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;Thanks for stopping by!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1100229559372868184?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1100229559372868184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1100229559372868184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1100229559372868184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1100229559372868184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2012/01/yo-gabba-brain-explosion-and-surgery.html' title='Yo Gabba Brain Explosion and Surgery.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-952350758539092042</id><published>2012-01-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:11:13.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Second Thought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'm sitting here thinking right now.... and maybe I won't go private.... I had all these plans to have this great new blog, and keep this one private, but now I don't think I want to do that! Mostly because I was going to put a lot of energy into it, and now I don't think I want to make time to manage 2 blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wanna know why? Good. I knew you did! It's because I've decided to become a Certified Foot Zoner! This is a decision that is going to take up a lot of my time and energy. Although I only have class 2 times a month (for 8 hours at a time!) for 4 months, I'll be doing plenty of practicing in between. So I'll need lots of different feet! Let me know if you want me to practice on you for free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For those of you that don't know what foot zoning is, here is what you could call a definition: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foot Zone Therapy is an ancient and complex alternative therapy based on the principles that our feet are the signal to the rest of our body . It involves applying directed pressure to the foot along various “zones”, or meridian channels, in order to stimulate other parts of the body. You can think of it as your foot being the keyboard to the rest of your body. Applying specialized pressure techniques to different areas of the foot will trigger different areas of the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you want to read more about it click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingthegoodlifenaturally.com/home/foot-zone-therapy/what-is-foot-zone-therapy/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love foot zoning and have personal experience that it is completely legit and one of the best things you can take time to do for yourself. Scotty likes to make fun of it calling it voodoo, haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But in all seriousness, the healing and difference that you can experience is pretty cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, I'm excited. Except I need to find someone to watch Rockwell one Saturday a month, but that shouldn't be too much of a headache. I didn't know if I should do it at first because I'm already away from Rock while I work during the week, but this is the best timing while we don't have another kid. Plus, if it goes well enough I could be home once again! But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. I really do love my job, so even if I just help family with my zoning skills, it will be so worth it. Can't wait to get started! Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-952350758539092042?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/952350758539092042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=952350758539092042&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/952350758539092042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/952350758539092042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2012/01/on-second-thought.html' title='On Second Thought....'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6637988602237284316</id><published>2012-01-03T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:40:42.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private. WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hi guys!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well wow. December came and went and I didn’t bother to say hello. But the good news is, blogging more has become a new year resolution for me! However, I have decided to make some changes. A change that I vowed never to do. I’m going private. I just decided I’d really like to know that the weirdoes looking at pictures of my kid, and know that they are the weirdoes that I am friends with! So it’s just a little more personal and I’d like to keep this blog about my little family and all the stuff we do, the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, don’t drop a tear just yet because I will also be starting an all new blog! This blog with have lots of different things on it. However, no details about what I did last weekend and the funny stuff Rock says. That will be kept here! It’s mostly going to be junk like TV shows I like, stupid things I want to comment on, cool ideas that I want to share—things of that nature! Stuff I love. So if you are interested, cool! I hope you read it! If not, mosey on over to something else. I have that in the works, so I probably won’t be kicking it off for a few more weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So with that my friends, I shall be writing more about what my family has been doing, a bit later. But for right now, that is the dealio—I’m going private. You can facebook me your email address, or leave a comment and I will send you an invitation!! Everyone that wants to look at my blog is invited, I just want to know who&amp;nbsp;can see it. Thanks everyone!! The blog love has been kinda dead lately. I hope we can all get back on track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6637988602237284316?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6637988602237284316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6637988602237284316&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6637988602237284316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6637988602237284316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2012/01/going-private-what.html' title='Going Private. WHAT?!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3789062181941541820</id><published>2011-12-05T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:14:43.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're all lazy bums!</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or has everyone just kinda been slacking in the blog/pinterest/facebook update area. I know I have! I mean look,&amp;nbsp; it's been a whole month since I posted! We went to St.George for Thanksgiving which was awesome because the weather was so nice, we never even wore a jacket. I would post pictures but that would require me to get out my warm bed and dig through the diaper bag for my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I get on Pinterest and no one is pinning. Few people have really been updating thier blogs and so on.... I mean I get it, I don't blame you! Sometimes it's just hard to sit down and type especially when you feel like you don't even know what you want to address. Like me. I'm sitting her talking about nothing at all. The only reason I'm not in slumber land is because we just got a new lappy (that we REALLY needed) and I'm enjoying it. So why not try out this sucka's keyboard? I just wish the keys were backlit.....eh, oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way excited for Christmas because Rock will actually be excited this year about stuff and not just smile polietely while I say "Wow!! How cool! Santa brought you a.....ball that lights up!" They don't get really cool toys when they are that small....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well, I should sleep. I got a busy work week ahead of me. I half-way hope that this 2nd wind storm coming in knocks out the power at my office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3789062181941541820?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3789062181941541820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3789062181941541820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3789062181941541820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3789062181941541820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/12/youre-all-lazy-bums.html' title='You&apos;re all lazy bums!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6604162165161218404</id><published>2011-11-05T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:25:08.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October RECAP!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Woohoo!! Blogger looks different.... when did this happen? Eh, I'll have to mess with it later. Anyways- HELLO! We were pretty busy the past few weeks with Fall festivities and what not. We went to Gardner Village, Pack's Pumpkin Patch, hit up that new haunted house "Fear Factory" in SLC with a friend, oh and we went to Black Island Farms for the first time. So it's been a good time! Halloween was so much fun this year since Rock is older and actually has a reaction to things. Let's recap! Note: These piece of crap pictures came from my Blackberry since I can't find my camera. I just need to go buy a new one, it's driving me nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjkMGHHeLuI/TrYSHe_8wyI/AAAAAAAABBE/5xv7vKzAGZA/s1600/Holly+476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjkMGHHeLuI/TrYSHe_8wyI/AAAAAAAABBE/5xv7vKzAGZA/s320/Holly+476.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rock playing in a tube at Black Island Farms. That place is so fun! We had no idea about it or how cool it was until we went. I was happy with the amount of stuff they had for Rock even though he's still small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNUamtbRJeA/TrYSH7amh4I/AAAAAAAABBM/YL1X520QPmA/s1600/Holly+482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNUamtbRJeA/TrYSH7amh4I/AAAAAAAABBM/YL1X520QPmA/s320/Holly+482.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think he was trying to get Rock to look at me? Not sure, but it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NS7LFiDpPFA/TrYSIWm0FwI/AAAAAAAABBU/rnKReauM56g/s1600/Holly+487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NS7LFiDpPFA/TrYSIWm0FwI/AAAAAAAABBU/rnKReauM56g/s320/Holly+487.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was taken while we were riding in the little train pulled by a tractor. We were hitting a lot of bumps and I caught his face right as he was going "Oooo!" It's a terrible picture, but funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9o738Wn2W8/TrYSI_dP8AI/AAAAAAAABBc/MPXCmLJ-ttc/s1600/Holly+490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9o738Wn2W8/TrYSI_dP8AI/AAAAAAAABBc/MPXCmLJ-ttc/s320/Holly+490.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is when we went to Gardner Village...... have you ever been there? It's too freaking cute. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJWe_uo6xVc/TrYSJYl7YoI/AAAAAAAABBk/32W1Fdb-hEA/s1600/Holly+494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJWe_uo6xVc/TrYSJYl7YoI/AAAAAAAABBk/32W1Fdb-hEA/s320/Holly+494.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taysom and Rockwell chillin in the strollers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faCA1GIaspI/TrYSiZkm9JI/AAAAAAAABBs/SJJwDwU8BJc/s1600/Holly+499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faCA1GIaspI/TrYSiZkm9JI/AAAAAAAABBs/SJJwDwU8BJc/s320/Holly+499.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Riding in the pumpkin cart while my lil bro Wyatt and his girlfriend, Adrienne pull him along! He LOVES Wyatt. He always yells his name. ALWAYS. I think it's because he hears my dad yelling his name all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhCTpSvkalA/TrYSi1BWISI/AAAAAAAABB0/dqOJczbz5xE/s1600/Holly+502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhCTpSvkalA/TrYSi1BWISI/AAAAAAAABB0/dqOJczbz5xE/s320/Holly+502.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Got his pumpkin! It was such a nice night. The past few years we have gone we freeze to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6OovO572Rk/TrYSjNbtKjI/AAAAAAAABB8/oRYNQkVyNzs/s1600/Holly+503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6OovO572Rk/TrYSjNbtKjI/AAAAAAAABB8/oRYNQkVyNzs/s320/Holly+503.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Playing in the hay maze with Daddy at Pack's Pumpkin Patch in Farmington. My Dad's cousin owns the joint, we've gone there since the beginning of time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-xHnSFpjuw/TrYSjwf91qI/AAAAAAAABCE/kpQvNIVzr6M/s1600/Holly+510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-xHnSFpjuw/TrYSjwf91qI/AAAAAAAABCE/kpQvNIVzr6M/s320/Holly+510.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Speaking of my Dad, isn't he cute? He posed for this and everything. Don't ask what my sister Shelly is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qenoXQxA1OI/TrYSkQ2VBDI/AAAAAAAABCM/CWl2PMD2Faw/s1600/Holly+526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qenoXQxA1OI/TrYSkQ2VBDI/AAAAAAAABCM/CWl2PMD2Faw/s320/Holly+526.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a cheeseball face I made for our Annual Taysom Halloween Dinner! Isn't it so gross?! Everything we ate had a creepy gross theme to it. It's lots of fun!! I'll post more pictures and go into more detail on how I made it later this week! I think.... I try and keep my word on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iauGZs5NMgA/TrYSkwEfZxI/AAAAAAAABCU/rvEv5_7FK8Q/s1600/Holly+528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iauGZs5NMgA/TrYSkwEfZxI/AAAAAAAABCU/rvEv5_7FK8Q/s320/Holly+528.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgrg03KmLJ4/TrYWpnJypFI/AAAAAAAABC0/658JNTafVaA/s1600/Halloween11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgrg03KmLJ4/TrYWpnJypFI/AAAAAAAABC0/658JNTafVaA/s320/Halloween11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQ5F3eeeoVA/TrYXEQtul1I/AAAAAAAABC8/axCCiFvoSTY/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQ5F3eeeoVA/TrYXEQtul1I/AAAAAAAABC8/axCCiFvoSTY/s320/Capture.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course I dressed up at work on Halloween. I was Foofa from Yo Gabba Gabba!! Scotty was Muno, and Rock was DJ Lance Rock! My mom made Rock's costume and it is a spitting image of it. We love it! He refused to keep the hat and glasses on that go with it though. Oh, but I did get shoes from the DI and paint them like DJ Lance's! Gabba is such a weird show but I totally get why kids eat that stuff up! My kid is entranced by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GMbP1Bsvgk/TrYSltJ0OyI/AAAAAAAABCc/fTOUk5foneU/s1600/Holly+529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GMbP1Bsvgk/TrYSltJ0OyI/AAAAAAAABCc/fTOUk5foneU/s320/Holly+529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went trick-or-treating down the street with my brother Kyle and his kids. Kambrie is so adorable! I just love her! And you can't see Ghandyn's costume but he was the guy from scream. Rockwell freaked out when he came outside with his mask on. It's funny and sad at the same time. He's sort of a wimp though. And I mean that in the most loving way. For example any railroad tracks we drive over, he whines. He just hates it! I think his tummy drops... but he just whimpers like "Mommmy!!" Did I already tell you that? I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Scotty took Rock again later when it was dark and it was so much fun! Like really, it truly was. We went out into some Hooper neighborhoods with Katie (Scotty's 10 year old sister) and a few of her friends. People get SO decked out, and we love it! We only went to the cool houses. There were about 4 houses that had an entire spooky walk-though before you got to the candy. I just liked seeing Rock's reaction to some spooky stuff. There is one thing above all that he can not deal with. Ghosts. I'm talking about ghosts made out of white sheets-- he pretty much screams and cried if he saw them or we got close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have a problem with the girls until a guy at the last little walk-through whipped out a chainsaw!! Luckily, Scotty sat out with Rock on that one. But one of the girls is only about 6 and she was terrified. The guy had to come apologize and tell her it was pretend. Why wouldn't they warn us if we have someone so little with us?! Eh, oh well- it was Halloween and it was so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're bored by now, but thanks for catching up with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6604162165161218404?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6604162165161218404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6604162165161218404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6604162165161218404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6604162165161218404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/11/october-recap.html' title='October RECAP!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjkMGHHeLuI/TrYSHe_8wyI/AAAAAAAABBE/5xv7vKzAGZA/s72-c/Holly+476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2463025760308256060</id><published>2011-10-18T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:13:28.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm exhausted right now, but I did this for you my friends. All for you.</title><content type='html'>Hi ALL! Ok so I started writing a blog but then I got too busy, and I kept procrastinating. But here is what I started a few weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you guys, It's here. FALL! &amp;nbsp;Like a light switch, summer is over. How sad! But I realized how many cute summer clothes I have to put away that still fit Rock and I have a serious lack of fall clothes for him and myself. So it looks like I'm going shopping this weekend! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say we're boring and nothing is going on, but the truth is between stuff going on at work and home there are days where it's just too much and my brain explodes. And I mean there is drama EVERYWHERE. Like, it's kind of ridiculous. Thankfully this drama is not in my marriage or anything the main part of is with a friend who confided something in me that I've been helping her through and shiz is just hitting the fan! But it's good and bad. Sorry to be so vauge, ugh I hate it when people don't give the nitty gritty but I just can't right now. I knew you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock has a cold and has been a little wheezy tonight so that kind of had us in a panic but we put our essential oils on him and gave him a breathing treatment and all his other stuff. I get really scared and have little anxiety attacks because I cannot go through what we went through again, I have a little bit of PTSD from it. So I think hr'll be fine tonight but since he has a little gunk in his chest I plan on calling the specialist first thing in the morning to see if there is anything else we can do for him to get it cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goll, it just barely starts to get cold and he's sick. I'm just so scared for this winter, I hope he does ok! From what I've heard if a kid gets RSV or Phenomia, they're at high risk for having it again. But we're being SO careful and making sure we have his inhalers at all times, plus we give it to him 2x a day. Scotty is so cute, he puts his head up to his chest like every 20 minutes to listen to his lungs and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK and this is what is CURRENTLY going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock is doing great, not wheezy, snotty or any of that stupid crap we all hate. I really do credit the doTerra Breathe oil as well as a mixture of some really great oils that my mother in law threw together for me. You probably think I'm a weirdo because it doesn't make sense how they work if you don't know much about them. But I do know that they are AMAZING. All of this homeopathic stuff I have gotten into this year has been really good for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've even gone as far as drinking NASTY herbs if we even feel the smallest bug coming on, and it has gone away within a day. So I'm totally into that stuff, it's great. Try it. Essential oils are the shiz. I use doTerra AND Butterfly Express (GASP!) Some people are oil snobs and would cuss me out if they knew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my company Halloween Party tonight. It was meh. I worked really hard to get our cute costumes does last night though, and they are awesome!! Especially Rock's. My mom made his for me, and she nailed it. The only sad part is that no one really knew who we were. I mean, they're holding a 2 year old and they don't know what Yo Gabba Gabba is? Goll..... maybe I let my kid watch it too much. Eh, oh well. He's a smart cookie and that's my business if that's what I do! But literally the only person who knew what it was without asking as a little girl about 4 or 5 and she pointed and said "Awww Gabba!!" Haha, she was a little zombie. So cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well congrats. I wrote a blog, and thank you for reading it! I really mean it though, I like people reading my blog and checking back even when I don't write in over a freaking month! I'm really tired now though and my brain....is....shutting.....down....boop...beep....be...boo...beeeeeeeeeeeee.......... goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2463025760308256060?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2463025760308256060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2463025760308256060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2463025760308256060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2463025760308256060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/10/im-exhausted-right-now-but-i-did-this.html' title='I&apos;m exhausted right now, but I did this for you my friends. All for you.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2171678997817583976</id><published>2011-09-12T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:39:56.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years - To Infinity &amp; Beyond!</title><content type='html'>I'll write a quick blog while I have a minute! So things are same ol same olio. But great! Scotty and I celebrated our 5th Anniversary on Thursday Sept.8th -- woohoo! It's so weird that it has been that long. Sometimes it feels like 6 months ago, other times it seems like 20 years haha! But he took me on a little overnight raundevous in SLC. We ate at the most amazing place called The Copper Onion. It was fantastic! Loved it! I mean, if you know good food and you're a bit of a foodie you'll love it. But if you think Olive Garden is sent from above then you may not have the same appreciation. But thats ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/250337_532321977362_203100784_30808739_5629250_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/250337_532321977362_203100784_30808739_5629250_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Mary Poppins at the Capitol Theater! It was so fun! I love going to the Broadway Across America shows, they are the best! I don't know why, but for the longest time I thought I had to go to New York to see all these cool shows but I'm happy they come to me! It was Scotty's first time at a show like that and he was pretty impressed. I mean, how could you not be when Bert is tap dancing up the walls and upside down?! Or when Mary just floats up and down in the air?! So cool. I got a picture. I always feel like an idiot when I pose in public places....alone. Scotty had to take it though and heaven knows he ain't posin' in no picture in front of Mary Poppins! Haha, it's ok though- still love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296773_534127553972_203100784_30832393_2075786846_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296773_534127553972_203100784_30832393_2075786846_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a hotel right downtown so dinner, the theatre and all that stuff was within walking distance or a short trax ride. So that was nice not to have to find parking and all that crap. Except for the fact that the hotel charged a gay $12 fee to park overnight. So in case anyone is wondering, the Radisson sucks. But oh well, I like to book with Priceline.com and it's kind of a grab bag so you take what you get when you bid a certain price. The Snoop Dog concert was also going on I wanted to try and sneak a peak at the Gallivan Plaza and I wanted to sneak a peak over some fences but the security was pretty tight, dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be so poetic and write an beautifully written blog on how much I love Scotty, what a great Dad to Rock he is, his awesomeness, and everything he does for me. And I'm not being sarcastic, I really wish I could! I just don't have the brain capacity at the moment haha and.... I'm not poetic at all :) But my man is really all of the above. He loves my flaws, I love his and we're best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/321370_533897455092_203100784_30829314_3216039_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/321370_533897455092_203100784_30829314_3216039_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and my post title? I've been watching Toy Story with Rock like every night lately. Usually I'll read him a book but it doesn't keep his attention long enough but get Woody and Buzz going? Oh yeah. That kid will sit still clutching his teddy bear for like 30 minutes without moving! After that he'll get up and play, but still watch. He's getting so big and fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky lady with these 2 fellas in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2171678997817583976?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2171678997817583976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2171678997817583976&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2171678997817583976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2171678997817583976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/09/5-years-to-infinity-beyond.html' title='5 Years - To Infinity &amp; Beyond!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-7668919013180870309</id><published>2011-08-29T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:36:51.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uploading crap makes me want to punch stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/298042_1744354388417_1825495998_1189331_4336368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/298042_1744354388417_1825495998_1189331_4336368_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we've kinda just been bummin around here and there. We went to Bear Lake last weekend and that was really fun! Rock was in love with the beach and water. He would literally just run right in, so I had to keep a close eye on him! Saturday morning sucked because at about 5:45am there was a huge thunder/lightning storm. And by huge I mean freaking loud and it kinda freaked me out. I'm the type of person that LOVES storms like that but there might as well been a drummer inside the tent, it was so loud. And of course Rocky slept through all of it, no prob. But then water started leaking in the tent in one spot. That one spot was right on my face. We were kinda crammed in there too so it's not like I could just move! I just covered my face with a sleeping bag. It didn't stop until almost 7:30. But after that, it was a beautiful day! Went boating, played in the resort pool, played at the beach, got shakes and so on... but then we decided to go home at like 10pm instead of sleeping over because we were both hacking up a lung (yup... and we're still sick! Frick!) plus I saw lightning in the distance so um, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my white legs? Me too. My sister Emily's look pretty nice too huh? This was Rock's first time on a boat and he thought it was pretty awesome! Except then it was nap time and he started going crazy so that was lots of fun holding him down on that boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298848_533361499152_203100784_30822627_7937531_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298848_533361499152_203100784_30822627_7937531_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on! This was a picture taken a few weeks ago. Scotty's parents figured they better throw together some family pics since this is the last time in like 3 years or so that everyone will be together at one time. Brad entered the MTC the day after this and his twin brother, Jameson will head out soon too! It's not my fav picture but Rock is just too adorable in it!! Love my little family :) Right after pictures Bradley got set apart and then we all hung out. So here a some pics I captured with my camera. I'm going pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIdePC1vAic/TlxlvMmOn9I/AAAAAAAABAs/GzcP-tMKunI/s1600/DSC00208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIdePC1vAic/TlxlvMmOn9I/AAAAAAAABAs/GzcP-tMKunI/s400/DSC00208.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Rocky's little shoes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTgsLr4TyEU/TlxlwZeNjYI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ak8IMN9W9bM/s1600/DSC00217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTgsLr4TyEU/TlxlwZeNjYI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ak8IMN9W9bM/s400/DSC00217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Loves his aunt Lissa, and carmex tubes a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYv-g0GKZEY/TlxlyEYUc7I/AAAAAAAABA0/7urEilz4Luo/s1600/DSC00226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYv-g0GKZEY/TlxlyEYUc7I/AAAAAAAABA0/7urEilz4Luo/s400/DSC00226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tay-Tay! Sarah's little guy. Looks like he's enjoying a stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKLgpIjwD1E/TlxlznlyWII/AAAAAAAABA4/L-CLiNg1IEA/s1600/DSC00237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKLgpIjwD1E/TlxlznlyWII/AAAAAAAABA4/L-CLiNg1IEA/s400/DSC00237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I take the best pictures ever! Look at the clarity of this one! Rock with uncle Bradley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-C_DzN3fvQ/Tlxl0Zgj9MI/AAAAAAAABA8/MKkGo0olyHg/s1600/DSC00243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-C_DzN3fvQ/Tlxl0Zgj9MI/AAAAAAAABA8/MKkGo0olyHg/s400/DSC00243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scotty is telling the boys a story of when he was their age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So woohoo! Success! I wrote a blog and it has pictures. You would not believe what I went through to try and get that boat and family photo off of FB. Such a pain in the ass! Why do they make it so hard now?! Grrr... well I figured it out the system and I should be good to go from now on. Also can I just say how ANNOYING all these freaking spam comments are that I've been getting? For example: I get comments on blogs that I wrote while Rock was in the hospital that are like "Very nice. Great advice. Funny story too." and then it tells me to check out a link to travel to India or buy Viagra. Yup. My little boy being in intensive care for a week is reeeeal funny. It was so nice. NOT. Pretty much the worst thing ever and I still get anxiety worrying that it could happen again. So thanks for that! I wish Blogger could catch them better! Well I'm sure you've stopped reading by now and if not.... I wonder why. Have a nice week my friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-7668919013180870309?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/7668919013180870309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=7668919013180870309&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7668919013180870309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7668919013180870309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/08/uploading-crap-makes-me-want-to-punch.html' title='Uploading crap makes me want to punch stuff.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIdePC1vAic/TlxlvMmOn9I/AAAAAAAABAs/GzcP-tMKunI/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8746830327981648234</id><published>2011-08-17T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:07:30.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickie Vickie!</title><content type='html'>Hey kids, so ya know I've been sick. I don't know where it came from but I'm like always coughing and my voice sounds like crap. So yeah, it's pretty awesome! I'm getting a little better though. I've had it for almost 2 weeks! Scotty went to Boise for a cousin's wedding last weekend, but I didn't go because I didn't want to sit and hack up a lung in the car for 5 hours. Rock is so funny,&amp;nbsp;I had him say&amp;nbsp;hi to &amp;nbsp;Scotty on the phone and since he heard his voice, he just keeps taking my phone, walking around, and being like "Hi dada" and then laughs like they're talking about something funny. He's pretty silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty's brother Brad left for the MTC last Wednesday for 3 weeks, then he'll be headed to Fort Worth, Texas for the next 2 years. Pretty cool/weird! He was the most annoying 13 year old kid ever and now, he he's off the on mish, all grown up and not nearly as obnoxious and he used to be. Awww... good luck Bradley! Before he left we got some family pictures taken. Here are a few that I snagged on my camera, but I'll get a couple of the good ones up soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Bear Lake this weekend, I can't wait! I haven't gone boating at all this summer which makes me pretty sad. But I'll be excited to take Rock on the boat for the first time. He'll love it! We're heading up Friday morning, so it should be a pretty good time! Camping and pretty much doing uh.... anything is a lot different when you have a kid! I started a list today of all the stuff we'll need and the prep will begin tonight. I mean I could do it later but then I will be frazzled and stressed which will cause me to forget a bunch of crap, and I don't want that! With Rockwell being completely mobile and running around, this should be pretty interesting! And sleeping in a tent? Oy...I wonder what he'll do at the beach.... OooOoo, I should go get him a cute little beach towel! I put that on my list. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8746830327981648234?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8746830327981648234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8746830327981648234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8746830327981648234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8746830327981648234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/08/sickie-vickie.html' title='Sickie Vickie!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6254577376928668997</id><published>2011-08-07T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:30:11.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatterbox Boy.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a month! Probably because I went on like this huge amazing vacay to New Zealand, Japan and Thailand. Pssssh..... I wish! I've actually just been really lazy. We've been having some fun here and there I'm just to lazy to charge my camera so I can take pictures. HA! Oh well, maybe August will be better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we stayed home from church. We're sick :( And with stupid crap like scratchy throats, coughs and runny noses...ya know, the basic cold stuff. I mean I guess we could have gone but we're lucky ducks and work in the nursery, so I'm pretty sure other parents don't want us germing up their kids. But yesterday was still awesome because I got to spend time with one of my best friends EVER... Katie! She lives in a far away land on the island of St.Martin while her husband attends school but she's visiting for the whole month yippie!! We met up at the Gateway but weren't in the mood to really shop so we just let Rock play in the fountain thing for a bit and then decided to head up to Ogden and just chill at my place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just ended up chilling and watching CatFish. Has anyone seen that movie?! Holy shee, it's crazy. Rent it. It's an independent film and won at sorts of awards at Sundance. It's about this photographer who builds a relationship with this family on facebook because the 8 year old in the family started sending him awesome paintings of his photos.... and yeah. I know that doesn't really grip you but I if I go further I'll ruin it! Oh and it's a documentary-- total real life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- Rock is doing great! Just cut his hair really short yesterday and now he looks so big! I'll get a picture up soon. I just don't have one ready right now. He's getting so big it's crazy! He's saying lots of new words, running around like a little hellian, and just being adorable all around. As I type this he is in his crib, not sleeping, but sitting his stuffed animals in front of him and having a conversation with them. Haha! He cracks us up!! He's also started saying "Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?" with a confused look on his face like "Why haven't you given that to me yet??" Kinda like the seagulls on Nemo, but he's never even seen that movie. He does it when he sees something he wants like a dog or food. But yeah- he's a little chatterbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Work is also going really great. I feel like I have a lot of room to grow and enough variety in what I do to not get burnt out. But oy- I hate the days when I get off and I just can't get out of work mode. Anyone know what I'm talking about? I'm not saying that I still want to work, but it's like a fog and a block in my head that I can't shake for like 2 hours. Maybe it's from staring at a computer all day or maybe it's because I'm insane. Tell me if that happens to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well I'm REALLY going to try and post a couple more times this week. Scotty's brother Brad is leaving for his mission on Wednesday (Fort Worth,Texas) so that's a pretty big event! We'll miss the kid! We can talk about that later. Sorry no pictures though! Oh oh and I've done a couple of revival projects I will show off to you soon too! Thanks for taking the time to read this pointless blog! Love y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6254577376928668997?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6254577376928668997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6254577376928668997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6254577376928668997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6254577376928668997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/08/chatterbox-boy.html' title='Chatterbox Boy.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5071886515169340459</id><published>2011-07-10T23:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:30:06.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summa Time....y'all.</title><content type='html'>OOOOOy. I have been really busy. It's always like this for us in July. It seems like we've had something going everything single night! Or if we don't have jack going on, we don't want to do anything at all! Not even blog! But here I am, so let's do this. First of all- got a ton of comments from all my blog stalkers. Pretty awesome! Well not a ton, but 28 is a lot for a little blog such as mine. However, only a couple were from people who I didn't know stalked me. I wasn't disappointed, I just know people are too chicken to admit they are creepy and stalk! I know who you are! I look at my stats and where you come from! Trust me. I can stalk circles around you!! Ok well now I shall talk about our 4th of Julyness. Let's start off with some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCalGsLZy_c/Thp9nhKdvNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zKTlc7V9RlI/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCalGsLZy_c/Thp9nhKdvNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zKTlc7V9RlI/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scotty and Danny (Scotty's sister Sarah's husband, lots of you know her) chillin' with the boys. Her little boy's name is Taysom. Our last name! Cute. We love little Tay-Tay! He and Rock are buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmHmEcj5x9M/Thp9ppXvb0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/L1HZFZRwY2Q/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmHmEcj5x9M/Thp9ppXvb0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/L1HZFZRwY2Q/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Danny and Tay being so cheerful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0QQ9Mlq3NE/Thp9sM074eI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rpQekZsiAoQ/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0QQ9Mlq3NE/Thp9sM074eI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rpQekZsiAoQ/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarah and and her little girl Jordyn trying to be patriotic while sweating their faces off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pWfqgdtgVA/Thp9uLoF8XI/AAAAAAAABAA/Eoiuak6e4rw/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pWfqgdtgVA/Thp9uLoF8XI/AAAAAAAABAA/Eoiuak6e4rw/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was so ready for this photo opp. Rock was busy taking notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-17gE9KPog/Thp9wcFkg2I/AAAAAAAABAE/T4CsiCcsQJE/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-17gE9KPog/Thp9wcFkg2I/AAAAAAAABAE/T4CsiCcsQJE/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+110.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jordyn and Rock got bored and started to play in the dirt. Rock ate it. He always eats dirt. It's sick. He's such a boy!! Someday he will learn.... or maybe he'll be that weird kid that still does it in 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our 4th was a lot of fun. Saturday we went to the good ol Centerville parade that we hit up every year. Last year Rock was only 2 months old! This time was much funner, he loved it! Well sometimes he hated the honking and sirens. But who doesn't? And it was freaking hot. Ughh! After the parade, we chilled at the park with all the festivities, ate some delightful Peruvian food and headed home since it was well past nap time for our child. It's like he was morphing into a monster!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nap time me and Rock went swimming with my sisters. We attempted to go over to the Roy pool but that was quickly vetoed as we drove up and saw it was infested with tons of freaking people. There were like 60 people in line to get in on top of that! And no one was leaving. It was retarded and looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s08N3C4sA7k/ThqBDutdYbI/AAAAAAAABAI/Jh-Jk9PCKGI/s1600/z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s08N3C4sA7k/ThqBDutdYbI/AAAAAAAABAI/Jh-Jk9PCKGI/s1600/z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't that disgusting?! Public pools are kinda gross anyways, but can you imagine having to go pee and trying to get out of here?? I'd probably just pee right there. And I bet a lot of those people did too. A sess pool of germs, pee and other fluids is what that is. PS- I don't know how to spell sess. Or is it sest? Eh... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;OK ANYWAYS, back to my point. We went to the Clearfield pool instead. I quite liked it! I took Rock down the waterslide, they had these little bouncy chair things for babies to sit in and play in the water and a splash pad! But some freaking 14 year old kid like kept grabbing the water gun shooter and pelting me and Rock with it! But as soon as he did my big sister Emily was like "HEY! Don't shoot the baby! Cut it out!" Stupid little shee bag. Why would you do that?? He just did it with a straight face too, no playfulness or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blah blah blah I'm getting sick of talking about the 4th now because we need a bunch more on Monday too. Went to the Hooper parade, hung out at the celebration in Layton that they had going on. It's a lot bigger than other ones I've been to and they have a ton of yummy food vendors so it was awesome. I don't know if you know this but me and Scotty like to think we're food snobs. Like, we know food ok? We should be food critics. I'd also like to point out that Rock has a love hate relationship with fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we just went to Bear Lake for a family reunion today which was fun too. The water is dang high right now. Usually we have to walk forever down to the water, but it's like within 20 feet of the beach now. I really don't understand my boy sometimes but of course he was grabbing sand trying to eat it, wanted to gulp the water and so on.... he's nuts. I'm so glad he's asleep right now. He's been insane today! Ok, well here are a few other randoms.... I'm done. (That reminds me. I'm really obsessed with the Chris Brown "Look At Me Now" song and Nikki Minaj's "Super Bass" I can rap that one pretty good. But I only WISH I could rap the Chris Brown song...) *sigh*.....thug life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qkq73C4D5nY/ThqFqBusV4I/AAAAAAAABAg/dV4a8RzcDy0/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qkq73C4D5nY/ThqFqBusV4I/AAAAAAAABAg/dV4a8RzcDy0/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rockwell playing in the car with his Father on Father's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azR5FxqUjGk/ThqFtLnX6VI/AAAAAAAABAk/s2wN2izJIqo/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azR5FxqUjGk/ThqFtLnX6VI/AAAAAAAABAk/s2wN2izJIqo/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are calling him baby devil tonight. This wasn't taken tonight but this is how he was acting! Yeah and my room is dirty...ignore that. I'm human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0HzZM1vbXc/ThqF_bpe9dI/AAAAAAAABAo/s1gfWkIQD4k/s1600/Taysoms_Summer2011+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0HzZM1vbXc/ThqF_bpe9dI/AAAAAAAABAo/s1gfWkIQD4k/s320/Taysoms_Summer2011+071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This boy loves his pool. He likes to put his head between his legs and just dunk the top of his head in. It's so funny!! Oh my cute cute boy..... we like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5071886515169340459?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5071886515169340459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5071886515169340459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5071886515169340459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5071886515169340459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/07/summa-timeyall.html' title='Summa Time....y&apos;all.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCalGsLZy_c/Thp9nhKdvNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zKTlc7V9RlI/s72-c/Taysoms_Summer2011+095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-9163238372822042119</id><published>2011-06-20T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:50:30.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Stalking Delight!</title><content type='html'>I've had a really weird set of mind lately when it comes to blogging. I think that if I don't have a picture or some sort of illustration that my blog post is going to suck and no one is going to want to read it. Well why don't I just post a picture you ask? Well because I haven't taken the time to completely familiarize myself with my new Sony Bloggie and then there is also the fact that our laptop is fried. Which sucks because we got it like a year or so ago. But we've spent half of that time waiting for it to load crap. All in all it's a piece of shiiit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways--- I'll get over it. Maybe I don't care if nobody reads my blog? Eh, who am I kidding. My favorite thing ever is to get blog comments! It's just different, ya know? Now I did this like 2 years or so ago and I was surprised to see who was even reading my blog. So I would like to do a roll call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATTENTION ALL BLOG STALKERS: Reveal yourself! Even if you might be embarrassed for reading my blog because you don't want me to think you are creepy, or maybe you were kind of a bitch in high school and we didn't talk but now you stalk my blog, or maybe I was the bitch! Maybe you're just a random person who likes me?? Maybe you hate me... which in that case, eff you. Who knows! All I know is that I like to stalk and be stalked. Blog world only though. To an extent that is.... I try not to get TOO personal on here. I even have it on my header. Too much??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I mean it, leave me a comment if you read this ok? I just want to know who is out there! Plus for some gaaaaay reason blogger deleted all the blogs I follow, so I've been trying to build my list back up. So if you don't see yours on the side, leave me your blog address so I can follow it. &amp;nbsp;Oh and do you think my font is annoying? I think it might be. Let me know though and I will change it. *oR i CaN jUsT tYpE eVeRyThInG LiKe ThIs! Mmmmk? Thanks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*I really hate when girls do that. Drives me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I swear too much in this post? Eh, who cares. You'll get over it. It's one of those days.... nobody's perfect! I gotta work it! Again and again til I get it right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I may or may not know all the words to that Hannah Montana song. I really liked that show..... don't judge me. Next I will post about Rock because he's adorable, doing great and hello.... WALKING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-9163238372822042119?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/9163238372822042119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=9163238372822042119&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9163238372822042119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9163238372822042119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/06/blog-stalking-delight.html' title='Blog Stalking Delight!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3380093302027771583</id><published>2011-06-02T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:35:33.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like doTerra.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happening you guys, but I'm surprising myself yet again with something new that I've been trying. Essential Oils. Now, I'm not selling anything, I'm just using them! The day Rock got taken to the hospital I posted something on facebook like "Rock is all snotty and sneezing this morning! What am I doing wrong!" My friend called me later that morning while I was at work and asked if I was ready to order oils yet. I had talked to her about them and even had a class at my house but never got anything (mostly because they can run $20-$50 for a little 15ml bottle). She told me about the a couple of months ago when her kids got RSV and she was really skeptical when someone told her to use oils. When she gave in she was amazed how much they helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sound like a weirdo hippie ranting about my voodoo oils, but keep reading! So as I talked to her I decided I would go ahead and do it and I was going to pick them up from her after work. But ya know, things quickly escalted with Rockwell and that didn't happen. But I did have another lady (a stranger, mind you!) who believes in the oils so much she drove 50 miles on a Friday night at 10pm just to get them to me at Primary Children's. She showed me how to put them on him and just answered my questions about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just earlier that evening the doctor said Rock couldn't get his tube out until Sunday night, possibly Monday. Rock got his breathing tube out Saturday around noon. Now I'm not totally niave, I don't quite think it was all because of the oils because the doctors and nurses over there are top notch and I was totally on board with everything they helped Rock with. I do, however, believe that the oils helped and complimented the treatments he was already getting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Scotty thought I was a nut! He had a pounding headache at one point in the hospital and I literally forced his head down while I put peppermint on the sides of his neck. He resisted but I got it done! Oh wait, who's headache went away? Scotty's did. Not even 800mg of pain meds can always do that. And quickly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, call me a hippie but doTerra oils are legit. They can be used for pretty much anything. I like them. You should try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3380093302027771583?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3380093302027771583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3380093302027771583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3380093302027771583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3380093302027771583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/06/i-like-doterra.html' title='I like doTerra.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5836868192984431722</id><published>2011-05-30T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:50:50.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterfly</title><content type='html'>So excited about all the cute stuff (including a photo book) that I just ordered from Shutterfly.com!&lt;br /&gt;You can get up to 5 Father's Day cards FREE right now so check it out! Love this site!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="height: 494px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-y; height: 482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px; width: 105px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height: 350px; padding: 0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=2AbtmrNm0ZtHIQ&amp;amp;cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&amp;amp;eid=118"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/2AbtmrNm0ZtE/2AbtmrNm0ZtEcl/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1306806449000/0/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="background-color: #f4f4e9; height: 55px; line-height: 19px; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;5x7 Folded Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;View the entire &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif); height: 6px;"&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/373691259709239836-5836868192984431722?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5836868192984431722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5836868192984431722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5836868192984431722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5836868192984431722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/shutterfly.html' title='Shutterfly'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8142585020202795914</id><published>2011-05-30T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:08:39.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Track!</title><content type='html'>WE'RE HOME! Well actually we got home on Wednesday night. I've just enjoyed doing things normally and getting out of the house, oppose to sitting in a hospital room all day staring at a monitor that flashes Rock's&amp;nbsp;respiratory&amp;nbsp;rate, blood pressure and heart rate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before we left the hospital a lady came to talk and fill out medicade for us since our insurance won't kick in until August. Luckily she gave us a voucher for his meds, otherwise they would have expected us to pay $430! Ouch! We had to get set up with a&amp;nbsp;Pediatrician for a follow up on Friday too which came with a $127 co-pay. Owie again. Oh and we got his LifeFlight bill. $11,000. Which actually isn't as much as I thought it was going to be! However, I'm not stressing out. I know we'll get it all figured out with&amp;nbsp;financial&amp;nbsp;assistance and what not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Rockwell is doing so much better. He's really just his normal self now. We give him&amp;nbsp;breathing&amp;nbsp;treatments with a inhaler thing that looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The actual inhaler hooks on to the back of it. This is a billion times easier than the nebulizer!! He's also on a couple of other things to keep it under control. We'll also be calling an asthma specialist this week to see what we can do about getting him in. This whole ordeal was the scariest/worst thing that has ever happened to us. We just want to do everything we can so he doesn't end up in a hospital ever again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But really my friends, thank you so much. Thank you for caring, facebooking me, texting me, calling. You are the best! Rockwell got so many stuffed animals and blankets and other gifts. He loves them all! He was&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;the most spoiled kid in the PICU! We love you guys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I think thats it for now, I'm sure I'll blog about follow up stuff. but just know that we are home and Rock is doing great. So grateful for all the prayers that were answered. Even if no one else really knew what we were going through, Heavenly Father did and we knew that the whole time. We had so much comfort. While I was in the hospital I would watch little videos on my camera of him playing and laughing and I just wanted that back so bad. Now we have it and he's getting lots of attention!! We love you Rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8142585020202795914?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8142585020202795914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8142585020202795914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8142585020202795914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8142585020202795914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/back-on-track.html' title='Back On Track!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5001488809837756920</id><published>2011-05-25T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:32:03.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday-Tuesday Update</title><content type='html'>Hey friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm a little behind. Even though I've been sitting in a hospital for nearly a week straight, it's hard to find to just sit and concentrate on writing a blog. There are always nurses and doctors coming in and talking to us about Rockwell. So I'll cut to the chase and then elaborate on details afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved Rock out of the PICU and upstairs into the infant unit today!! This is great news. I think we'll probably get discharged today (Wednesday)! Ever since last night he's just been totally alert, playful and his regular ol self. Well.... almost. He;s still a little weak. What it all comes down to is Asthma. Severe Asthma, is what they've called it. However, it's actually hard to even diagnose it to a kid under 2 so instead they call it Reactive Airway Disease. They've taken out all 3 of the IVs (One in his groin, wrist and arm) even though they moved the one from his arm to his foot yesterday, but then that turned out crappy so they took the foot one out tonight. Only downside is that they will have to put another needle in him tomorrow. Poor kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are great here at Primary Children's, we love them :) My favorite nurse was Liz! She's probably reading this because she told me she googled my blog... what a creeper! Haha just kidding Liz, I too creep. Ain't no shame!! But I hooked her up with some Renee's Naturals product (awesome soaps and what have you that my mother in law makes, check it out on FB, you WILL want some!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Rock has lost a little weight since being here and his eyes are kinda sunken in with dark circles. You can tell he's been a tough kid! But that will get better with rest, medicine and FOOD! Well maybe not too much food. We fed him like 3 bottles today because he seemed to be doing really well and then at about 6:00 he just puked EVERYWHERE. It was so sad, I've never seen him puke before! And it was a lot too! This also happened at about 10:00 as well. So we've just gotta be super careful with how much we let him have because I think his belly shrunk it just cant handle what it use to right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I said this but he also has phenomia and rhinovirus. Except rhinovirus is pretty much the common cold so no biggie there. So he's really just dealing with a lot while we're educating ourselves how to take care of his asthma and keep it under control so we don't end back up here! Even though we love the staff.... sick kids are just no fun! I keep forgetting that I'm in a place full of them and it really puts things in perspective when I see or hear what other children and families are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't quite think of anything else to say at the moment except that Im all cozy and and&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;want to get out of my little chair-that-turns-into-a-bed-thing but I just remembered that I need to go grab the laundry in the dryer down the hall. I washed all the stuff he puked on. It was sick. I'm sure you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all the love, prayers and support that we're still continuing to get! Love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5001488809837756920?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5001488809837756920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5001488809837756920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5001488809837756920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5001488809837756920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/monday-tuesday-update.html' title='Monday-Tuesday Update'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2354286490551411845</id><published>2011-05-23T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:02:06.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Day 5</title><content type='html'>So this is an update for Sunday, technically it's Monday since I'm writing this at 12:30 at night. This one is going to be shorter than the others since today was pretty uneventful for the most part. One good thing is that they did take out his ART line. What that does is it has a constant measure of his blood pressure and they stick it in a vein in his wrist. When they put stuff like that in they have to stitch it down so they cut it off and pulled it out and he did great! A little whimpering but hes a tough guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went to sacrament here at the hospital and it was just really cool because they spirit was so strong in there. Just walking in it hit you hard. Its was just a half hour service which dang, I wish they were all that short and sweet haha!! There was this really cute little girl in a wheelchair that kept saying "I wanna go see superman!!" over an over but she really meant the random Spiderman statue they have out in the hallway haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was awake a little bit today but wasn't playful like yesterday. Hes just really sleepy out of it so he only said Hi and Mama a couple of times. I'm sleeping in his room which I prefer to do now since the nurse doesn't sit in here 24/7 now that he has his tube out. I can't wanna leave my little Rocky alone!! Others don't seem to have a problem leaving their kids since some of them rarely have a parent at their side. Oh and the people I was sharing my nurse today with were like freaking out at her across the hall I could hear all of it and they were demanding that their kid get sedated more that hes been crying for 2 days straight. They are here for like an hour or so each day so they have no idea. Plus hes probably crying because they like argue and act like they know everything. They even yelled at the sweet nurse and demanded a new one. The kid only cries when they are around so um...yeah. If they do it again I'm calling security because they are just insane and they looked like they were on drugs. So glad we're in a private room and not out there where only curtains&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;the patients!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hes doing ok, nothing has changed since yesterday really but then again, lots happened yesterday so that's ok! We had a lot of family come say hi today which we always love and my friend Kelsie that works here stopped in too! I was hoping we'd be up in the infant unit where she works by now. but it looks like that might be Tuesday.... I don't know its hard to say!! We're all ready to just be home, but I'll stay here as long as it takes! I'm not leaving my boy's side! Ok well of course this wasn't very short at all, but thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2354286490551411845?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2354286490551411845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2354286490551411845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2354286490551411845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2354286490551411845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/update-day-5.html' title='Update Day 5'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5547761328224006996</id><published>2011-05-21T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:21:20.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Day 4</title><content type='html'>Note: Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.528527985552.2027485.203100784&amp;amp;l=39e50d4f3a"&gt;public album link&lt;/a&gt; for the latest pictures of Rock here at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very eventful day, and in a good way! Let me rewind to last night real quick. I wanted to use some oils because I believe that essential oils truly have the power to heal, or at least in Rocky's case they do compliment the other treatments that he has going on right now. Because everything they are doing for him here at Primary Children's is amazing and has a purpose! So anyways, Scotty's cousin Bret that lives down in St.George quickly sent her friend, Maree in Ogden a FB message telling her to get some oils to me if she could. Maree didn't even hesitate and was like I'm on my way!! Mind you it was like 10:00 at night. And she drove 40 minutes to get to me. It just amazes me that she dropped everything for a complete stranger to come down and help my baby. She did it because she knows they work, and that they will help. So she was going to give me a diffuser but the doctor said no, not in the PICU. That makes sense because I cant have live flowers in the room either (Which by the way, my co workers sent me a huge beautiful arrangement. Thanks guys!!) So shes letting me borrow some awesome oils and I just rub them on this feet and back. I may sound like a hippie weirdo but they are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the cool thing, all the doctors told me that he probably wouldn't get the breathing tube out of him until Sunday or probably Monday. But this morning he was doing great and they took it out around noon!! We were so excited that he didn't have that in anymore! (So perhaps the oils hand a little hand in that??) Oh man, and so was he! He would get so pissed and just try to roll around even though he's on sedatives! I already told you that yesterday I think :) So the first time he woke up was around 2:00 and he was pretty out of it still but he was opening his eyes and making little sounds that he usually makes and I was so excited!! It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they let me hold him, I squealed with delight and hurry and pulled a rocking chair in to sit on. I was so happy and then as soon as the nurse put him in my arms, I lost it. It just felt so good to hold my boy and rock him!! Total tears of joy, I had a good little sob right when my father and sister in law walked it. So they got to witness the moment :) Scotty felt bad that he missed it. Sorry bug! But then he got really wiggly and I had to put him back down because it makes his heart rate go crazy. Plus, he has a little mask on that is constantly giving him albuterol (vapor meds for his lungs) and oxygen. So it got a little complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he fell asleep and woke up again at about 6:15pm and just played with us and was a happy little clam! We had to leave 7-8 while the staff did a shift change but when we came back we played and would respond and say hi, bye, and mama! Plus make all his boy noises. So so SOOOOO good to hear. We brought him back a a dog pillow pet too that he seems to like :) Scotty's Grandma and Grandpa just flew up from St.George today too and stopped in right as Rock was playful and adorable. I was so glad they got to see him like that!! Now, he'll probably be in the PICU til about Monday or so because he is still pretty wheezy, but my prediction is that we'll get to leave on Wednesday but we can never be sure. We'll just see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father is answering all of our prayers which I am so grateful for. Sometimes its hard to just take all your faith and say ok, I know you have it taken care of, you've got this, just bless our boy to get better. Because then its always like well...ya know, what if.... But ya know, I've grown so much through all of this and we truly have just put all of our faith in Him. He knows exactly what we're going through and how we feel. That's why I'm so grateful for the atonement and the gospel that we have. And again, every time I post, I just have to mention all the support and love being sent our way keeps me going. Really. You all are amazing and the best of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Rock is so comfy with pillows all around him and stuffed animals from adoring fans. I want to just stand here and watch him sleep all night. Now that he has the tube out, the nurse is in charge of 2 patients. Which I was concerned about so I talked to her but she reassured me there are many people that check on him and will come help her if needed. So, he's in good hands :) We just keep the faith that they know what's best for my guy and they are doing a great job. Alright, well sorry this is posted late. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5547761328224006996?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5547761328224006996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5547761328224006996&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5547761328224006996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5547761328224006996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/update-day-4.html' title='Update Day 4'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8689319363948628660</id><published>2011-05-20T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:56:57.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Day 3</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, time for another update on our little Rockwell! First, thank you so much for the overwhelming outpour of love for my little family. I just get so emotional when I read comments or texts. Strangers, friends, everyone is praying for Rock.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say this his recovery isn't exactly speedy, but it's more like a 2 steps forward, one step back type of deal. This afternoon has been especially rough. Since he has made some improvement they went ahead and decided to put a feeding tube up his nose so that they could get him some calories since he hardly has anything at all right now. After they did that, they had to take an x-ray to make sure they got it to the right spot in his gut. It was there, however they noticed that one of his lungs had collapsed a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the doctor told me this it was a little non-chalant, so I called him out on that but he explained that there are different degrees of a&amp;nbsp;collapsed&amp;nbsp;lung and that his wasn't too serious, it's something that will be on the mend as they keep doing what they're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also took him off one off one of his sedatives this morning. That turned out to be not such a good choice because from about 1-3:30, although sedated still, he was pretty mad. He kept arching his back, kicking his legs and trying to roll over. That was REALLY hard for me because he tries to cry and make sound but he can't make any noise since the breathing tube is in between his vocal cords. I usually have little breakdowns and just sit down and cry when he does this. But ya know, Heavenly Father quickly answered my prayers and they thought of another way to sedate him. Because when they put him back on that med it still wouldn't work so they gave him something else but in larger dose and then they are going to ween him down instead on give him a little and go up. Does that make sense??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So it's 4:35pm right now, and he's been peaceful for about an hour. We decided to leave the room so our voices don't stimulate him. They tend to do that at times!! We're currently upstairs in the parent resource center. They have computers, places to just relax, a nice&amp;nbsp;patio, stuff like that. It's great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ya know, besides the crazy afternoon he's still getting better. It's a slow process, but he'll get there. I atisipate that we'll be here until about Wednesday or Thursday of next week. Luckily, I've had a sleep room the last 2 nights (just a small room with a bed and chair for parents) and Scotty has slept at his sister's house about 15 minutes away. Me and Scotty were talking last night and we have no idea where we are getting our strength from. Well obviously it's from Heavenly Father because I could not do this on my own! And it's also from all of you!! The support is amazing, and keeps me going while I sit by his bedside 18+ hours a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The staff here has been great, he has a nurse that stays right by his side 24/7. Today I took a shower for the first time since Tuesday night, gross I know, but do you blame me? I've been a little busy here! I took it here at the hospital, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was just hot, and glorious. I'm also so grateful that me and Scotty are both able to be here with Rock at all times. He's the best little guy ever and he's going to spoiled and given attention like you would not believe when he wakes up!! Alright well, the parent center is closing now or I'd keep going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The computer I'm on wont let me save pics from FB and but them on the blog so &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.528527985552.2027485.203100784&amp;amp;l=39e50d4f3a"&gt;here is a public link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to the facebook album if you haven't already seen them. I'll keep you updated as long as you keep praying! Deal? Deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8689319363948628660?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8689319363948628660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8689319363948628660&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8689319363948628660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8689319363948628660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/update-day-3.html' title='Update Day 3'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3421767102815285444</id><published>2011-05-19T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:53:10.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Flighted - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the worst day of my life. This is how it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Rock is sneezing and snotty. I'm not too worried, this has been happening here and there and usually it turns out to be because of teething. Same story on Tuesday. That night it was accompanied by coughing which isn't out of the norm either. The doctor said since he had RSV be there would be flare-ups and to give him breathing treatments as usual since this would usually suppress his cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday Scotty was suppose to go to work but felt like he should stay home to take care of Rock. I went to work, not worried. But then Scotty text me at about 12:15 saying that he had been wheezing really bad and vomited. I told him I was going to tie something up at work and would leave soon. But then Scotty called again and had me listen to him over the phone. It was SO SCARY. I knew right away I had to get him to the doctor but at the same time I had no idea what to do, I was freaking out. I was going to drive all the way home but I decided to call my mom and have her meet me there with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the clinic letting them know Rock would be there soon with Scotty. They said it would be about a 45 minute what could I do? When my mom pulled up I went out to grab Rock and I just burst into tears, I have never been so scared in my whole life. I hate reliving this moment, my stomach drops every single time. He was pale, drenched in&amp;nbsp;sweat&amp;nbsp;and his lips were blue. He was so lethargic that he couldn't even respond or focus on me. I walked into the clinic sobbing and when the nurse looked at him and heard how he was breathing, she took us back right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got back there, they put oxygen on him right away and the PA made the decision very fast to call an ambulance to take him up to McKay Dee hospital. I sat there holding Rock just sobbing and trying to to be attentive and not completely lose it. The paramedics showed up within minutes and after that it was a blur from there. We split up for a bit, Scotty got our car and drove up while I sat in the ambulance with Rcok. I held him while the paramedics put the IV in him. I'm sure you understand, but I will NEVER be able to put into words how scared I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the ER they rushed him into the room but kept me close by the whole way. My mom was there waiting for me. The laid him on the table and then I had people asking me basic questions left and right. Which was ok, they needed to know stuff and it wasn't annoying info like insurance (which umm... we don't HAVE! Doesn't kick in until August with my new job.... so uh.... I'll think about and deal with that later) Not even 2 minutes after being there a doctor informed me that they would be Life Flighting him to Primary Children's Medical Center and placing him in the PICU. I. Lost. It. I hope none of you EVER have to go through something this terrifying. Like, I didn't know if he was dying, if he was ok ANYTHING. And whats even worse- I don't think the doctors knew either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let me know that he has respiritory failure. So he didn't stop breathing completely, he was just hardly able to breathe on his own, his lungs were so tight. While I was being told this and also being taken care of and consoled by a social worker, she let me know they were putting a tube down his throat to assist in breathing. Scotty showed up and was just as shaken as me I'll NEVER forget his tone of voice when he said "Whats happening bug, whats wrong?" I'm so lucky to have him on my team. He's the greatest support and an amazing Father to our little Rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this was all happening EXTREMELY fast. Next a doctor told us we could give him a blessing right after they were done putting the tube in. Scotty just looked at me and said "Im sorry, I....I can't" and ya know what?? I don't blame him! If you even knew how fast everything was happening and the sheer terror we were going through you'd be proud of us for not fainting. The doctor said quickly volunteered to help my dad give him a blessing. It meant so much to us!! There were also moments of slow motion where I would just look at Rock and just pray to Heavenly Father that he would be ok. I said like 10 prayers in that ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the life flight team arrived they got him all set up and ready to fly. We couldn't fly with him and my mom and dad offered to drive us down there since we were in no condition to focus. It was raining so hard, and there were so much clouds I was scared. But I had an overwhelming sense of peace that he was going to be ok. He's getting the best possible care and Heavenly Father knew what we were going through and was comforting us the entire way. We walked out with the flight team to load him in and walked back to watch him lift into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down in the terrible storm just praying the whole way, updating family and friends on Facebook and texting and calling who we could. The drive down sucked! It was like I kept hoping a jet pack would appear. When we hit Centerville we got the call that he had landed and nothing had changed. This was good news. Even though we found out later the ventilator wasn't working like it should have in the helicoptor so they had to bag him, but they did what they needed to and thats all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at Primary Children's my dad dropped us off in the front and we rushed up to the PICU. Family and friends were already waiting there for us in the waiting room. I headed straight to his room and about 6 nurses/doctors were surrounding him while others greeted me to let me know what was happening and what they knew. Everyone has been so helpful and so attentive to our little guy. When they got there they had him on meds that paralized him while they did a couple of procedures to for IVs and a PIC line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time he is still sedated and I expect him to be this way until about Saturday afternoon. Once they decide to take him off the sedative he have the tube taken out. He is extremely puffy, his eye lids are so huge!! After the procedures and coming back from dinner, I came back to them laying out a cute fleece blanket with sports balls on in for him to lay on. I don't know why, but it really meant SO MUCH to me. The girl was carefully placing all the cords and tubes around him so that he was very comfortable. The spirit has been so strong here in his PICU room, and I truly feel Scotty's Mom Donna here watching over Rock with us. It's been incredible. The power of prayer is real and the support we have is overwhelming. I've heard of all these people submit his name into the temple prayer roll. I love you guys so much!! You're all the best and without all the text, facebook comments, calls, I'd be feeling really low. I appreciate you all! Keep us in your prayers, they're working!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3421767102815285444?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3421767102815285444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3421767102815285444&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3421767102815285444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3421767102815285444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/life-flighted-part-1.html' title='Life Flighted - Part 1'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2067535772256285470</id><published>2011-05-09T23:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:29:34.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap-O-Rama</title><content type='html'>The following took place over Easter weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8t8THcndKU/TcjEW5qTnkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/8hSQAhjKFCs/s1600/P1050884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8t8THcndKU/TcjEW5qTnkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/8hSQAhjKFCs/s320/P1050884.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im behind so this has a lot of stuff too. I was busy!! So since my brother Tyler who lives in Minnesota was in town for my Grandma's funeral a bunch of my siblings and my friend Rachel and her 2 girls went bowling. It was a great time! Rock's favorite thing was the disco ball. He pointed at it for like 30 minutes and we kept telling him it was a ball. He caught on and started saying ball! My boy is a genius!!! Ok probably not but I'm his mom so I'm amazed by everything he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vcw6rNk0USo/TcjEVS9JMqI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Jk5JG1g1LhA/s1600/P1050883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vcw6rNk0USo/TcjEVS9JMqI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Jk5JG1g1LhA/s400/P1050883.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qY2tmMWjOjg/TcjGEsP-e7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/W483G_E_zQw/s1600/P1050892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qY2tmMWjOjg/TcjGEsP-e7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/W483G_E_zQw/s320/P1050892.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qLWVANUejo/TcjEUN1QV9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/KOD-yLp8u04/s1600/P1050868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qLWVANUejo/TcjEUN1QV9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/KOD-yLp8u04/s320/P1050868.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Then on Saturday we didn't do any Easter egg hunt stuff because Rock was cranky and well... since he can't even walk yet I thought it would be kinda lame. Maybe if we had friends to go with but we didn't so we skipped it. But my bestest friend Katie was in town! She's usually basking in the sun of her&amp;nbsp;Caribbean&amp;nbsp;island where her husband attend med school (tough life!) but they came back for break. We had a girls night. Stayed at a hotel in SLC. Ate sushi. Shopped. Got cute. Went to a comedy club with mediocre cliche comedy routines and then came back and slept in cozy wonderful beds without&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;interruption.Yay for our myspacesque pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the morning we ate our free breakfast and I headed back home after her husband came and got her. Easter!! I had Rock's basket ready before I left and when I came back I was excited to get him in his little Easter outfit! My mom and I took tons of pictures and he just sat there like it was no thing. My parents have this amazing garden railroad thing in the backyard and we just sat him by the little fountain and he just let us take a million pictures. It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXRF2t12W7g/TcjJQnjcmUI/AAAAAAAAA_M/oaCbFG-iBAs/s1600/P1050905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXRF2t12W7g/TcjJQnjcmUI/AAAAAAAAA_M/oaCbFG-iBAs/s320/P1050905.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDwLYrj6XII/TcjJRJlQA0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_5M4YAhMUh8/s1600/P1050908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDwLYrj6XII/TcjJRJlQA0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_5M4YAhMUh8/s320/P1050908.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMZsuModm0/TcjJT5H1PXI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RtwubnNpLrk/s1600/P1050913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMZsuModm0/TcjJT5H1PXI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RtwubnNpLrk/s320/P1050913.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cokpG-wOKHQ/TcjJXxUK10I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-fM0QWLbk0w/s1600/P1050915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cokpG-wOKHQ/TcjJXxUK10I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-fM0QWLbk0w/s320/P1050915.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, and yesterday was mother's day. It was great! Scotty got my flowers and Rock gave me the Adele CD. LOVE HER. He has such good taste! I don't have any pictures...lame! But me and my sisters also made over my Mom's bathroom that guests use and it is beautiful! We painted it, got new stuff for it and everything. Maybe I'll post a picture of that later. Alright kids- this blogging machine is going to BED! I woke up 45 minutes late this morning. Oops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2067535772256285470?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2067535772256285470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2067535772256285470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2067535772256285470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2067535772256285470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/recap-galore.html' title='Recap-O-Rama'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8t8THcndKU/TcjEW5qTnkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/8hSQAhjKFCs/s72-c/P1050884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-7388539363210634350</id><published>2011-05-09T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:44:49.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about 4 things at once.</title><content type='html'>How do you like my new layout? Freaking cute, huh? I love it. I will also have pictures of the zoo everywhere in the post. Kinda weird, but that's how I'll do it. Also the cute little blonde girl is our niece Jordyn, Sarah's little girl :) She was not happy unless she got to push Rock around. She did it pretty much the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64TU4WnxYI0/Tci_a__ouxI/AAAAAAAAA-k/aCqGcapdXQM/s1600/P1050939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64TU4WnxYI0/Tci_a__ouxI/AAAAAAAAA-k/aCqGcapdXQM/s320/P1050939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rock has been having way too much fun with all his new toys he got for this birthday. This can sometimes be a weeeee bit obnoxious because he got this little 4 wheeler that he can sit on and push buttons. This one particular button that he LOVES to push over and over again sings a song about getting "ready to have some real good fun" while another button shouts "I'm all revved up!!" Yeah...... I know. &amp;nbsp;But what is cute is how excited and he gets when I hears it! He's growing so much and catching on! Like, when we say "Rock say hi on the phone!" He'll put his hand to his ear (as if he is on the phone) and say "Hi Dada!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In other news: I chopped my hair off. Again. So really, it's old news because anytime I decide to grow my hair out, I cut it like 6 months later. I just need to keep it like this because I'm always glad I did! The only con is that I forgot about my short hair when we went to the zoo on Saturday and now I have a red neck. Go ahead and insert your red neck joke there :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdNqXElV-AA/Tci_XyxR06I/AAAAAAAAA-g/Uct4sZGzklo/s1600/P1050933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdNqXElV-AA/Tci_XyxR06I/AAAAAAAAA-g/Uct4sZGzklo/s320/P1050933.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My work is also hiring a plethora of people for our Google team and its expanding so much they had to kick us out of the building. Booooo! So now instead of being in the prime downtown spot of Ogden, we're up in a building by Weber State where we get to deal with all the school traffic on 40th street. Yay. But then again I think we're going to rent a house in that area so then it won't be so bad.... Oh but guess what?! Last week I ate TGI Fridays and got sick so I went home early. Well while I was waiting for Scotty to come get me they were having a little open house in breakroom with beverages, cookies and what have you. They also had a raffle that I put my name in just for showing up. So I did that, walked over got a Sprite, and left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uU14FYQZJCI/Tci_dijh_BI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qGtOz8EK2c4/s1600/P1050943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uU14FYQZJCI/Tci_dijh_BI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qGtOz8EK2c4/s320/P1050943.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpTZiTXsxRw/Tci_ghR46aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/GZqnBrOa2r0/s1600/P1050946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpTZiTXsxRw/Tci_ghR46aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/GZqnBrOa2r0/s320/P1050946.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is kind of a weird picture but the tiger walked right behind us as it was taken, so thats pretty cool. And as you can see, my camera doesn't do very well while with moving objects. Here we are on the&amp;nbsp;carousel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axPXVBc4HXA/Tci_ia_C4oI/AAAAAAAAA-w/WrvjWNeiYSE/s1600/P1050954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axPXVBc4HXA/Tci_ia_C4oI/AAAAAAAAA-w/WrvjWNeiYSE/s320/P1050954.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well my friends, I won the raffle. Woot woot!! I won a Sony Bloggie Touch. I'm particularly excited about this because I was seriously thinking about getting one. Now it's mine. For freeeee!!! Plus my birthday is on Thursday. So set a reminder in your phone and text, take me to lunch or send me flowers at work. I'll also accept gift cards and babysitting. Thank you and goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PS- I know this post was really all over but I just wanted to blog and say hello. I have stuff going on. I may even post another post after this!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-7388539363210634350?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/7388539363210634350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=7388539363210634350&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7388539363210634350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7388539363210634350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/05/talking-about-4-things-at-once.html' title='Talking about 4 things at once.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64TU4WnxYI0/Tci_a__ouxI/AAAAAAAAA-k/aCqGcapdXQM/s72-c/P1050939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8100890472111225643</id><published>2011-04-30T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:28:09.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock's 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROCKWELL! Wow. Can you believe it? One year. I can't. I know, everyone says that. So cliche, yet so true. It's like being pregnant for 9 months really lasts for 18 and then as soon as you have the kid, its a whirl wind. It's so sad because he is getting so big! Like last night I was going through 0-3 month baby clothes with my sister in law to give her and there were little outfits that just tugged at my heart because I remember always putting Rock in them. They were so tiny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, me and Scotty had a lot of fun throwing his Birthday party! It was car themed, so lots of checker patterns and toy cars all around. I made the banner out of fabric, felt. I used a Cricut to cut out the letters. My sister in law Kaylee made him a super cute cake as well as one for him to smash into! And smash he did. He thought it was pretty awesome that everyone was so excited when he dug his nose into it! It was just a really great day! He had fun!! Except for the part where a TV tray fell on top of him right before the party and ended up giving him an ugly little make above his eyes which also bruised a little. Poor kid :( But he got some sweet loot in the form of presents that made up for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just really &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;blessed to be this kid's parents. He has a such a cute personality and pretty much melts everyone's heart with his smiles and giggles. Its obvious he belongs to me because he is not shy at all!! He's a mama's boy too. Almost every time I leave the room and shut the door behind me he'll call out "Mamamamamama!!" sometimes it's followed by a tantrum, but we're working on that! We really really LOVE Rock so much! Best. Boy. Ever. 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What has it been... 2 weeks? 3? I don't know but my life has been very very busy lately and it's not slowing down anytime soon! I'll give you a run down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my whole Pampered Chef venture is going great! It's actually really easy, I'm surprised! It totally sells itself, I don't feel like I do much work other than the cooking show for 2 hours and entering orders in. Easy cheese. I've only had 2 parties so far but I've already exceeded the goal of $1250 in sales for my first 30 days and now I get half of what I paid for my kit back. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!! Plus I get $200 in free Pampered Chef stuff plus all my commission. So I've totally made back what I've put into it. Win win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still loving my job. It's a really great place to be. I thought I loved 1800Contacts so much. Don't get me wrong I think they are a great company and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have bad stuff to say about them but my new place is BOMB. I have so much freedom. Lots and lots of perks!! Without really saying &lt;em&gt;where &lt;/em&gt;I work, I can say I work with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Logitech&lt;/span&gt;. I approve businesses to sell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Logitech&lt;/span&gt;. Which is stuff like keyboards, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;webcams&lt;/span&gt;... ya know, that sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, my Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stringham&lt;/span&gt; passed away last week. I'm sad about it, but at the same time I think it was a lot harder to see her in the state she was alive (which was not good at all) then to see her in her casket. I know where she's at, and it was time. It's almost like I'm really excited for her to finally be back with my Grandpa Jed...even though you may think that sounds kinda weird. The services were really nice. I sang in a group with all the other Granddaughters, I bet Grandma loved it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us get ready to celebrate birth!! Rock turns 1 on Thursday! Can you believe it?! I can't wait. We're doing a car themed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party. It's going to be great!! He is changing so much! He climbs on everything. And I think I already mentioned that he is a goat. He wants to eat everything!! Kind of drives me nuts. But he's also standing on his own sometimes but sits down after a few seconds, so no steps yet. He's saying some words on demand too! Like ball, mama, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;, Bye! and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty basic stuff, but it's so fun for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to publish this yet because I don't have pictures ready at the moment, but I will post another blog either tonight or tomorrow with all the pictures I want! Also stayed tuned as I will post all about Rock's 1st &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bday&lt;/span&gt; in a timely manner....I swear.... I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-9082294140768785583?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/9082294140768785583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=9082294140768785583&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9082294140768785583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9082294140768785583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/04/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3357787918754750637</id><published>2011-04-11T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:53:58.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a working woman!</title><content type='html'>So I started my new job last week. I was nervous and terrified. Nervous because I'd be away from Rock 40 hours a week, terrified because I had no idea what my job actually was. Like when they explained it in the interview, it totally went over my head!! But good news! It's going GREAT!! It's so relaxed. I do my job but I have freedom to do the job my way.... if that even makes sense. It's not sales or customer service focused which is a huge change! A change that I love!! I've already met some really cool people that I can already tell I'm going to be great friends with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held my first Pampered Chef party last week and it went....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. There was a certain guest who, as soon as she got there washed her hands and started to help which I really appreciated! Except then she talked over me the whole time and tried to take over and I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.... sit down. She use to be a consultant too so she knew that she was talking about, but she just didn't back off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GrRrR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah and I had my niece scoop brownie mix into a mini muffin pan but it over flowed in the oven and caught on fire. AWESOME!!! No, but it was really funny. I was just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt;- but it was fun. Definitely a learning experience!! I really like PC though- I'm gonna have lots of sweet stuff for my kitchen! But I am literally SO BUSY now. Which is good because I was bored for a bit. But I feel really good about everything I'm doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm getting ready for Rock's Birthday party on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Can't wait!! I made some really cute invites and will be sending them out to the family very soon! I'm doing a car theme so I'm working on coming up with ideas, browsing blogs and stuff. People are so creative and amazing at that stuff. I feel stupid for even thinking I might be able to pull a cute looking party off! I have some pretty crafty sisters I can call on for help. Good thing for that!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; out update. Things are going good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3357787918754750637?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3357787918754750637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3357787918754750637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3357787918754750637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3357787918754750637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/04/im-working-woman.html' title='I&apos;m a working woman!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5628806667164371764</id><published>2011-03-30T14:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:23:37.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Crazy Town.</title><content type='html'>My life just got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoooole&lt;/span&gt; lot crazier. And I'll tell you why. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I signed on as a consultant with Pampered Chef. Now just before you raise your eyebrow or roll your eyes, hear me out! I'm pretty sure I always swore I would never sale anything like this, nor did I want to! But I went to a party, started looking at the benefits and I think it could be a great fit for me! I don't have to keep a bunch of stuff in stock, I just bought a kit for $150, but it has $550 worth of product for me to keep. Sweet! But I just feel like it's relaxed. The stuff sales itself. I don't feel like I have to beg "Hey! Buy it! Come on!" The last thing I want to be is pushy. I know how that is! I am still scarred from a Mary Kay lady that would like NEVER leave me alone. Nothing against MK...just that lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ya know, if I ask you if you want to do a party don't be scared to say no- it won't hurt my feelings at all! But then again, don't be afraid to say yes! It's simple and as a host you can get some great stuff at an awesome price!! Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; my little spill. It kinda bugs me that I feel like I have to stand up for myself when I tell certain people that I'm selling Pampered Chef... but maybe I'm just making &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN- yesterday I got an amazing job offer (I would say where but I don't want to on my blog...ya know...creepers.) If you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; friends with me, you know where. But I get paid like $3 more an hour than my leaving pay at 1800Contacts. I know, I was like WHAT?! When they told me the pay. Deal-i-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; great, except I'm REALLY nervous!! It's full time. I haven't worked full time since before Rock was born. It's going to be incredibly hard to be away from him during the day. But sometimes in life, you gotta do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whatcha&lt;/span&gt; gotta do. This is what we need for our family right now and Heavenly Father made this happen for a reason. So I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; is going to be with Rock the majority of the time while I work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; has a job that gives him 20-35 hours a week but it's flexible so I'm gonna have him be Mr.Mom for a bit, and when he works it will be in the evenings or at night. As far as being home goes, it's not my OPTIMAL situation, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my life right now. We're really excited about this news, it's going to be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times lately where I just get feeling down. Like, what's with all the adversity happening to us? I've felt so singled out! However, I know that is not the case. I don't get all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;churchy&lt;/span&gt; on my blog very often, but I think you all should listen to this short video- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; or not! It has a great message and brings me peace. It's so simple "Put your trust in the Lord, do your best, and leave the rest to him." Exactly the type of thing I have a hard time remembering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME WHAT MAY AND LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tVNYhcYEwIE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5628806667164371764?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5628806667164371764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5628806667164371764&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5628806667164371764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5628806667164371764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/03/welcome-to-crazy-town.html' title='Welcome to Crazy Town.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tVNYhcYEwIE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5530862541579195160</id><published>2011-03-24T19:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:50:35.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Favorites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have some things that have become favorites that I would like to share with you. They aren't in order, it's just a pile of crap that I think is awesome. Enjoy :) Maybe try one of them if you haven't already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10AMp9QnewE/TYwqscSA-UI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SqJqAITuF10/s1600/fav6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587888180654307650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10AMp9QnewE/TYwqscSA-UI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SqJqAITuF10/s400/fav6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Glitter toes. Instead of acrylic, it's gel. So you get a layer of gel and then loose glitter sprinkled on that and then another layer of gel on top. It lasts for about 6 weeks depending how fast your nails grow. But it does not chip or come off ever! It literally has to be drilled off. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mV3Pq3w-7qU/TYwn_dJ0WjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Gz-E2Bc_s5o/s1600/fav7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587885208770992690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mV3Pq3w-7qU/TYwn_dJ0WjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Gz-E2Bc_s5o/s400/fav7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is an all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; sugar scrub. And it is AMAZING!! My skin has never felt softer, or looked brighter! I love to use it on my legs, face, hands and chest. The oils in it do miracles. If you'd like to learn more become a fan of Renee's Naturals on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;! Plus it's affordable. For 4 oz container (as shown) I think it's only like $6 and then $10 for a 8 oz one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTLxoE8W1G8/TYv6o8vNfzI/AAAAAAAAA88/rGRsJ5S8xlI/s1600/fav5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587835344089087794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTLxoE8W1G8/TYv6o8vNfzI/AAAAAAAAA88/rGRsJ5S8xlI/s400/fav5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to play dance central on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinect&lt;/span&gt;. I don't play it enough though. I like when I have people to play with. It's fun y'all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfKwKkMlWIA/TYv6oo1CHJI/AAAAAAAAA80/HEV9RpTo-Fs/s1600/fav4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587835338744798354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfKwKkMlWIA/TYv6oo1CHJI/AAAAAAAAA80/HEV9RpTo-Fs/s400/fav4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Best makeup ever. I spilled a little on the floor today and was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; pissed for a minute that it went to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_0kdilcwDU/TYv6otks_fI/AAAAAAAAA8s/MWMPhKk8vOs/s1600/fav3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587835340018482674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_0kdilcwDU/TYv6otks_fI/AAAAAAAAA8s/MWMPhKk8vOs/s400/fav3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yummles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sippin&lt;/span&gt;' it as we speak. It's so nostalgic to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyPQTCtc6ZA/TYv6oVjv9LI/AAAAAAAAA8k/l4pYNDSW4lQ/s1600/fav2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587835333572031666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyPQTCtc6ZA/TYv6oVjv9LI/AAAAAAAAA8k/l4pYNDSW4lQ/s400/fav2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; watch the seasons over and over again on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;.  Plus I think it's Rock's favorite too because every single time the theme song comes on he will stop what he's doing and look at the TV and get all excited. Seriously, everytime without fail! Probably because he heard the theme song in the womb a lot too. Screw Yo Gabba Gabba and Wonder Pets- he wants The Office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnJGHET5Wgg/TYv6oJkmnYI/AAAAAAAAA8c/LKFnZG3QcGQ/s1600/fav1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587835330354388354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnJGHET5Wgg/TYv6oJkmnYI/AAAAAAAAA8c/LKFnZG3QcGQ/s400/fav1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrow threading. Did it today for the first time and I am in love. Don't get how it works? Well my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; says the twisting action of the thread traps the hair and lifts it out of the follicle. Go look up a YouTube video to see it in action. A nice Indian lady did mine at the Layton Hills Mall. Only $10! But my brows have never looked better. IT ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5530862541579195160?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5530862541579195160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5530862541579195160&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5530862541579195160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5530862541579195160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/03/playing-favorites.html' title='Playing Favorites.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10AMp9QnewE/TYwqscSA-UI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SqJqAITuF10/s72-c/fav6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-9207841259790188550</id><published>2011-03-20T16:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:43:53.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6QVoctAGTY/TYaL9FegOxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Sa_8WrHz4v4/s400/P1050769.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586306269358078738" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WClRknxKcyM/TYaLYCmZJtI/AAAAAAAAA70/ui0DqVbBmBI/s400/P1050774.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586305632930703058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Monday we hopped on a train down to Salt Lake and went to the Jazz game! Rock had so much fun on the train, when it started moving he just looked at us like "Whats happening?!" and then realized we were moving past everything really fast and was just like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;!" and would smash his face against the window. He had a good time and fell asleep in my arms from about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt; to the time we got off off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trax&lt;/span&gt; at ES Arena. Little did he know the fun had just begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9xE9htZAJA/TYaL9tLshXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Uotu5AJQGNQ/s400/P1050781.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586306280016610674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at our 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row upper bowl seats!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;! Ha, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; y'all. But it's cool because usually these seats are a rip off at like $40 at the box office but we got flash seats (season ticket holder sells them on the Jazz website) so we got them for $6.50 each. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was like sensory overload for Rock when we walked into the arena. We went in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fanzz&lt;/span&gt; store and couldn't resist getting him a little hat. He didn't really like to keep it on, but he looks so cute! He went nuts waving his arms all over the place when we took our seats. The noise did not bother him at all! Plus the game went into overtime and he was asleep yet again, and he didn't even flinch. I was even yelling with him in my arms! So it was a good time :) I was really glad we took him, we'll definitely being doing it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmqxKFfw0Eg/TYaLYgraQaI/AAAAAAAAA78/W8a_jUeBKTY/s400/P1050783.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586305641004810658" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-9207841259790188550?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/9207841259790188550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=9207841259790188550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9207841259790188550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9207841259790188550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/03/jazz-hands.html' title='Jazz Hands.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6QVoctAGTY/TYaL9FegOxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Sa_8WrHz4v4/s72-c/P1050769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4194515738772072657</id><published>2011-03-10T21:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:35:43.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RSV &amp; 10 Months!</title><content type='html'>Thankfully, Rock is doing SO much better. He still coughs sometimes and it sounds gross but it's nothing compared to the constant hacking, red watery eyes and sad face he had all the time! Poor, poor little boy. I took him to the doctor Friday,Saturday and then Monday because I got all freaked out when he started breathing fast and hard. But, he's good! RSV is scary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shee&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is getting a breathing treatment with the help of Grandma. I think the saddest thing was the fact that he wasn't my happy normal boy. He didn't eat, was constantly wanting to nap (which is actually good since he was sick), and his face was so pale and his eye lids were dark.... I hated it. I cried a couple times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582672283731370706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SFMQycwe8V0/TXmi3SE6ItI/AAAAAAAAA7k/CZKUxcdAsgA/s400/rsvtreatment.jpg" /&gt;But as you may have guessed from the post, Rock is now 10 months! Holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt;. He is getting so big!! He can walk along furniture and crawls up stairs and climbs on anything he can. He's a little monster some days and keeps me busy, but he's so much fun!! I want like 12 of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582675734726397746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAjRpU2Ftl0/TXmmAKCPTzI/AAAAAAAAA7s/nzzG4K31ugc/s400/rockyboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a little sample picture that I stole from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Davi&lt;/span&gt; on her &lt;a href="http://sophiashayphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sophia Shay Photography Blog&lt;/a&gt;. She had a contest about a month or so ago because she needed a cute baby to take pictures of. Well guess who has a cute baby? I do! So we went down a couple weeks ago and had a little shoot, Rock fell in love with her adorable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hudsyn&lt;/span&gt; who is 5 months. He seriously would not stay away from her! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anyshnoozer&lt;/span&gt;, here is a sample! As you can see, she does a fantastic job so if you like her style book her! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Davi&lt;/span&gt; is awesome!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4194515738772072657?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4194515738772072657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4194515738772072657&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4194515738772072657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4194515738772072657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/03/rsv-10-months.html' title='RSV &amp; 10 Months!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SFMQycwe8V0/TXmi3SE6ItI/AAAAAAAAA7k/CZKUxcdAsgA/s72-c/rsvtreatment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3679729590602593140</id><published>2011-03-06T19:31:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:12:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eyi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;! This last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; has SUCKED. And I will tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- I was pretty much forced to quit my job. Why? Long story short, in my job there are things that I have NO control over. Like, the type of calls I get. Well the last day of the fiscal month I worked I got tons and tons of service calls. This dropped my stats and they were all like "Hey, why don't come back and work in the call center for a month." and I was like "Eff you." I'm not driving to Draper (50 miles away) 5x a week to get paid a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;measley&lt;/span&gt; $11.50/hr are you nuts!? So I quit. It's all REALLY freaking stupid. My job has never stressed me out, not even with all the sales junk. But the past 2 months has been retarded and I'm done running in a circle. So oh well, I'm not too heart broken about it. I guess its just time for us to really start EVERYTHING over up here in O-town. And I have no problem with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- This may be too much information but I suddenly got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt; and it hurt so bad to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Owie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt;. This is the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; one in my life, the first time it happened I didn't know what was wrong with me so I was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt; and went to the ER. I got antibiotics. This time I just looked up a natural supplement online and ran to the Good Earth store to pick it up. It worked in like 10 minutes and it was pretty much gone the next day!! Phew! So if you ever find your self peeing every 10 minutes and it hurts like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bioch&lt;/span&gt;, go pick up some D-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mannose&lt;/span&gt;. It's a miracle worker. Works better than an antibiotic in my opinion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Rock is sick. Sad. Coughing lots.&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Rock is even sicker. He is pale and had red eyes. He started to wheeze so being a concerned mother I took him to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict is RSV and a double ear infection. It's terrible. I have to give him breathing treatments with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nebulizer&lt;/span&gt; about every 4 hours (the first night it was every 2) and an antibiotic for his ears. Luckily the ear infection is in the beginning stages so it's not too bad. But just hearing him cough and breathe is sad. He's improved a ton since the first day. It's exhausting taking care of a sick boy! Sometimes he will be normal and play, other times he will just want to be held and he whines until he falls asleep on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this AMAZING clinic called Summit Medical on about 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and Washington. We don't have insurance right now so I can't just take him anywhere! It's $45 bucks for the visit or if you become an "Access Member" then you pay $30 and you can come in whenever you need to for just $5. Even if my kid breaks his leg or something they'll cast it and do whatever for $5. It's worth it to me, because sometimes I just want to voice concerns but I don't want to pay a $25 co-pay to do it. $5 I can do. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PAs&lt;/span&gt; over there are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. That's my week. I guess one good thing was I got to go hang out with my friends Alyssa,Lyndsay,Laura and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kayleigh&lt;/span&gt; for lunch! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weeee&lt;/span&gt;! I love when Alyssa comes to town. Hopefully Rock gets better so he can meet her little guy before they fly back down to Tucson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3679729590602593140?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3679729590602593140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3679729590602593140&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3679729590602593140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3679729590602593140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/03/bad-week.html' title='Bad Week!!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5912376605909945147</id><published>2011-02-21T00:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:40:42.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby-less.</title><content type='html'>It's true. Or at least that's what it feels like! I'm really not complaining, but I feel like all I do is take care of the boy. Which is actually true. It's awesome and I love it! I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to be doing it. However, I feel like my days are very uneventful. I mean there has be something more for me to do than make sound effects with toy cars and change butts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people have hobbies even if it's not something they do on a weekly basis. Things like photography, sewing, snowboarding, baking amazing treats, the list goes on! But my issue is this: What's my hobby? What do I do in my free time? Oh that's right- I fold laundry while watching a movie on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; or something. Sometimes I want to leave the house just so I can say I did something with my day!! Anyone wanna let me and Rock drop in short notice and just say hi for a little bit? Nothing formal. No food needs to be ready, no house needs to be clean! I just get.... I don't know... bored? It's a little pathetic- and it's gotten me off my main point. Back to it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to learn something cool. Maybe even become really good at something. For example tonight I taught myself how to knit using a loom. I was thinking it would be cool to become a master knitter. I could make some sweet stuff! But I'm not sure I enjoy it yet. Maybe even taking some sort of weekly class like Yoga or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; (I've never tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt;) will help? Should I buy an amazing pair of sneakers and take up running? Certify in something? What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5912376605909945147?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5912376605909945147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5912376605909945147&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5912376605909945147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5912376605909945147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/02/hobby-less.html' title='Hobby-less.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8848491732142293682</id><published>2011-02-17T07:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:06:30.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4uh537bZzc/TV02wCio0zI/AAAAAAAAA7c/hGh-Wqtqzt8/s1600/P1050705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4uh537bZzc/TV02wCio0zI/AAAAAAAAA7c/hGh-Wqtqzt8/s400/P1050705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574672112698315570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember my baby boy who used to sleep 10 hours a night? Yeah..... not so much anymore. Those 4 teeth up there are the reason I'm a lot more tired these days! I swear last week there was a night where I think I got up to soothe him like 7 times. Probably even more! His poor little mouth hurts! Of course we can't remember what it feels like to cut teeth, but I bet it freaking sucks! And 4 at a time? Is that even normal?! Stop it Rock. You're growing up much too fast!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets around so fast and puts everything and anything in his mouth. I think his favorite things are shoes and socks. Yuck. Of course I don't let him gnaw on shoes (but I do have to pull him away from them all the time) he even goes after ones that are on people's feet. And sometimes I'll just throw him a clean sock. That should keep him busy for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though our nights have been rough, he's still a happy and good baby during the day so that's nice!! He's had a cough lately. Some days he coughs a lot early in the morning. I'm so delirious and tired that I just start thinking of terrible things that could be wrong with him and then I can't go back to sleep. He stops later on and then only coughs maybe 3 times during the day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! But my goal today is to figure out all the crap I need to turn in, to get this kid on CHIP (Children's Health Insurance Program). I'm rambling. Although it's only 8, it's much too early for me. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8848491732142293682?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8848491732142293682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8848491732142293682&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8848491732142293682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8848491732142293682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/02/teething-sucks.html' title='Teething SUCKS.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4uh537bZzc/TV02wCio0zI/AAAAAAAAA7c/hGh-Wqtqzt8/s72-c/P1050705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8046700580127958073</id><published>2011-02-11T15:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:24:12.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Smoothie Anyone?</title><content type='html'>So my Mom has totally gotten into this &lt;a href="http://www.greensmoothiegirl.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GreenSmoothieGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stuff. Even though it might be obvious as to what a green smoothie is, I'll elaborate a little more. Using my incredible &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BlendTec&lt;/span&gt; we first mix greens such as Spinach,Celery and Kale (I didn't even know what Kale was but it's off the charts good for you) so we blend that all up and then we throw in our fruits. If I want it a little sweeter, I don't add sugar. We add Stevia. It's a natural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sweetener&lt;/span&gt; 100% organic and 100x sweeter than sugar. Which I didn't even know was possible. PS- I know it may sound/look freaking sick and bland-- but it's not!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572576067475766546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--joN6wsuywQ/TVXEaJm8fRI/AAAAAAAAA7U/DePalvtairI/s400/greensmootiebook.jpg" /&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;I've been having one for breakfast just about everyday and I can't even tell you how good I feel and how much energy I have! A few weeks ago I was making fun of my Mom for drinking all these smoothies and eating stupid amounts of vegetables. But it makes a huge difference! I don't think I've lost weight because of it because I'm not eating healthy ALL day like she is, but she has lost like over 20 lbs since starting a month ago! My dad lost 5 in a week. And no, they're not working out 3 hours a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GreenSmoothieGirl&lt;/span&gt; DVDs and shes talking about all the crap in our food and so now I find myself always checking ingredients. I don't give a crap about calories, I just want to know what's in it! A good movie to watch is "Food Matters". It's a documentary about what's in our food and also what or veggies go through before they get to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways.... try making your own green smoothie! And check out that lady's website!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8046700580127958073?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8046700580127958073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8046700580127958073&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8046700580127958073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8046700580127958073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/02/green-smoothie-anyone.html' title='Green Smoothie Anyone?'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--joN6wsuywQ/TVXEaJm8fRI/AAAAAAAAA7U/DePalvtairI/s72-c/greensmootiebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-980949303993435371</id><published>2011-02-02T13:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:11:22.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work from Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well I just wanted to post this on my blog even though I'm sure you already saw if on facebook. But--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I got the OK to work from home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hit all all the goals I was suppose to! Hooray! This is GREAT news. Now I don't have to drive anywhere, or even worse- find a new job! I'm not set up yet but I should have a whole system up and going by this time next week. So for now I'm still driving to Draper. Booooo.... But I'm so glad this is working out. I hope good things keep happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-980949303993435371?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/980949303993435371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=980949303993435371&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/980949303993435371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/980949303993435371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/02/work-from-home.html' title='Work from Home!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8590224684907608691</id><published>2011-01-31T14:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:03:30.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock is 9 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TUcvOm5llMI/AAAAAAAAA7A/BuvI-U6Jd_4/s1600/P1050680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TUcvOm5llMI/AAAAAAAAA7A/BuvI-U6Jd_4/s400/P1050680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568471392273667266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rock is now 9 months! And he is one active little boy! Yesterday I was laying on the bed and Scotty was grabbing something from the other room and when he came back he was like "Uh.... where's Rock?" He was no where to be seen! But then we heard his little babbles coming from under the bed. He saw some of his toys so he decided to go after them. He was just smiling at us when we lifted up the bed skirt to talk to him haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TUcvOUFoV1I/AAAAAAAAA64/gx5bRFYqcoY/s1600/P1050675.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TUcvOUFoV1I/AAAAAAAAA64/gx5bRFYqcoY/s1600/P1050675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TUcvOUFoV1I/AAAAAAAAA64/gx5bRFYqcoY/s400/P1050675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568471387223906130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture of us. Notice the little scuff on the side of his nose? Well he decided to stand up using the diaper genie to help. Well he stood all by himself for a second and then biffed it before I could grab him, therefore leaving an owie. This kid always has a self inflicted scrape or something on his face! Thats what little boys do I guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Rock and I went swimming last week with my sister Emily. It was fun! I've been wanting to go ever since I got my cute new swimming suit from Lime Ricki. Plus....DRUMROLL  please.... I am officially back down to my pre-baby weight! So thats pretty cool since it means I lost about 50 lbs. But I'm not going to sit and brag any longer because I'm still in terrible shape. Like I have no endurance at all, it's pathetic. I need to get that back. It's been forever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is Rock having a good time at the pool. He LOVES water. He goes nuts!! So it was really fun to take him, and we'll probably start going like every 2 weeks. So that's fun! If you wanna be in our little swim group, let me know!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TUcvN6VUitI/AAAAAAAAA6w/3eza64bnJLw/s400/P1050637.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568471380310395602" /&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/373691259709239836-8590224684907608691?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8590224684907608691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8590224684907608691&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8590224684907608691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8590224684907608691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/01/rock-is-9-months.html' title='Rock is 9 Months!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TUcvOm5llMI/AAAAAAAAA7A/BuvI-U6Jd_4/s72-c/P1050680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1921858930211148033</id><published>2011-01-21T22:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:21:56.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to be normal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, time to get back to my normal blogging self. I just want to blog about normal fun things for awhile not all the other crap happening. I need to get my mind off of it, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for your information, we are out of SLC and back in Ogden! It's good to be back in the scenery. If you've lived out of Ogden, you know what I mean. It's nice to see &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; mountains, &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; gas station, the places you use to always go.... I like home. And can I just say how great my parents are? Seriously. They are amazing. They worked so hard (and fast!) to give us a nice space to live with them. Tore down walls, added a sliding door into the bathroom from the bedroom just so we didn't have to walk in the hall, new carpet, painted, demo'd some old stuff. We just love them, they are GOOD good people! Oh and I'll give a shout out to my uncle Fred for helping my dad with the sliding door too! My mom was SO happy that Fred talked him into taking a day off. I swear that man hardly ever takes leave when he has it! It's a good worker :) So even though Fred doesn't read my blog, the ladies in his family do- so let him know I say thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, we went to St.George a few weeks ago to Christian's farewell (Scotty's cousin) he's going to Germany! It's weird because I have always felt like he is so old. It's like he's been back from his mission for years now but he's just leaving! We'll miss the kid and I'll enjoy his BYU football season ticket next to Scotty while he is gone! Oh and I lost my camera forever. Found it under the driver's seat in my car yesterday. Frick. I could have used it for so many occasions! Oh well, at least I got Rock's first Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So blahditty blah blah... I haven't posted pictures in awhile. So here are some with Rock and his cousins on the Taysom side in St.George. I was able to steal these from my SIL Sarah's facebook. Thanks lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TTp1Nz4UZFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tpej0Cr0NqA/s1600/stgeorge2_jan11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TTp1Nz4UZFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tpej0Cr0NqA/s400/stgeorge2_jan11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564889169694843986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tay (4 Months) Easton (8 Months) Rock (9 Months) -- These 3 are going to be hellians together in a couple of years! Ahhh! But they are so cute :) Rock gets so excited when he sees them!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TTp1NjbcL0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/3YopvgpG6uw/s1600/stgeorge_jan11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TTp1NjbcL0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/3YopvgpG6uw/s400/stgeorge_jan11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564889165278752578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Added Iyreland and Jordyn into the picture, a bit more chaos but I love it! They are all doing their own thing! Rocky's face freakin cracks me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post more, but I'm done for the night. So we'll catch up more VERY soon! Oh and um... if you live in Otown can we be friends again? I'm such a loser now that I'm back. I feel like I never leave the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1921858930211148033?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1921858930211148033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1921858930211148033&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1921858930211148033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1921858930211148033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/01/time-to-be-normal.html' title='Time to be normal.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TTp1Nz4UZFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tpej0Cr0NqA/s72-c/stgeorge2_jan11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-483731041592106905</id><published>2011-01-10T21:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:29:32.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>Sorry! I don't blog lately! I am busy working, mothering, packing, pretty much trying to get crap together. We're moving this weekend and things are pretty stressful! Especially at work! I'm just trying to hit the stats I need to work from home. Bleeegh! We just got back from a weekend in St.George. We went for a farewell :) It almost felt like Spring down there! LOVED IT! We turned off our heater when we left and came back to a 46 degree house. Ok I know, stupid idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well though :) I'm happy, Rock is happy and Scotty is awesome. Love you all! I will blog again once we get this whole moving business out of the way this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-483731041592106905?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/483731041592106905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=483731041592106905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/483731041592106905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/483731041592106905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2011/01/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3384477120112228853</id><published>2010-12-30T16:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:55:41.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A decision has been made.</title><content type='html'>Update time! This past week and a half has been bit of an emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;. LOTS of decision making,praying,stress,fun and praying. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. We've had to make some tough decisions but we know we've made good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to move back to Ogden...er... West Haven. Does it really matter? And YES we're going to be hanging out in my parent's basement. Awesome. But in our life right now, this is really whats best for us. We're not sure which direction we are headed from here (which is frustrating) but we need more time to figure some things out, and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; a job he won't hate 3 months after he starts. We basically can't afford to stay where we're at while we're trying to figure everything out. That will only make things harder financially. Plus, we'll be around lots of family and support which will make it easier on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have amazing parents. Both of us have zero reservations about living with them. It can be a little noisy in the kitchen above us but we can deal with that. We're really starting to look at this optimistically. I've honestly wanted to come back to Ogden for a little while now. I just couldn't ever see us buying a house in Salt Lake County and raising our family there. So it looks like we're going to move up there the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd week of January. VERY SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our landlord was EXTREMELY nice about our situation and isn't making us pay a bunch of money to get out of the lease. We just need to leave the apartment in great condition. Which won't be a problem at all. Also, my work is also making me a deal. If I can rock my stats in January and meet certain numbers they will let me work from home clear out in West Haven! Sweet!! I can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer really does help. I thought I would be freaking out but I'm actually fine. Everything is going to work out great. The Lord is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; on our side right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Christmas was wonderful :) We really enjoyed it. So did Rock! I will post pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3384477120112228853?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3384477120112228853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3384477120112228853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3384477120112228853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3384477120112228853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/12/decision-has-been-made.html' title='A decision has been made.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6596039919670744780</id><published>2010-12-21T20:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:57:16.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible News.</title><content type='html'>So this post is really hard for me to write because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;... shit just hit the fan and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; lost his job. 4 days before Christmas. So that's pretty awesome. I feel terrible. So does he. We feel it was something we don't have total control over and our feelings are pretty hurt. We're not sure what we're going to do, but we know we're in for some big changes and a lot of them aren't changes we want to make, but if we don't want to be financially effed, we'll have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be moving back to Ogden, maybe not- we don't know yet. We've got some deciding and praying to do. But I mostly just wanted to post this because it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; and we could use all the support we can get. So if we do move back up there, any job references or anything would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't read into &lt;em&gt;too much &lt;/em&gt;into the fact that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I don't feel like releasing all the details on my blog. If you really want to know just text or call me and I'd be happy to tell you. So I'll keep ya updated but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!! Merry Christmas to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6596039919670744780?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6596039919670744780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6596039919670744780&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6596039919670744780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6596039919670744780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/12/terrible-news.html' title='Terrible News.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2615226242276565155</id><published>2010-12-11T22:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:49:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truffle Shuffle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TQRgb2mXXYI/AAAAAAAAA6M/LSr4BIoidaE/s400/P1050503.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549666672456457602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at these. They are delicious and magical. Well.... magical in the sense that they make a feel happy when I eat them. We made them for Scotty's family Christmas party. Everyone brings a plate of treats and we exchange them. We took a small platter of these and then we felt dumb because like almost everyone else made these huge cute platters/baskets of goodies. But hey- these are so delightful I would rather have 20 of them rather than a huge basket of cookies and bread.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The middle is finely crushed oreos and cream cheese mixed together. And then of course we dipped them in chocolate, sprinkled crumbs on top and then drizzled it with mint chocolate. We even put sea salt on the top of a couple and it was the bomb.com.  Mmmm! We dipped a few in the mint and I wish we would have done it to most of them because it is so gooooood! Anyways. I am proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TQRgcNovA9I/AAAAAAAAA6U/sPWaD60-dw0/s400/P1050505.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549666678640411602" /&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/373691259709239836-2615226242276565155?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2615226242276565155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2615226242276565155&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2615226242276565155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2615226242276565155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/12/truffle-shuffle.html' title='Truffle Shuffle.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TQRgb2mXXYI/AAAAAAAAA6M/LSr4BIoidaE/s72-c/P1050503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-59761614164103230</id><published>2010-12-09T20:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:37:23.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good at matchmaking. Bad at candy house making.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so boring. Not really. I just lose motivation to write blogs when I don't have cool pictures to back them up. I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; been really busy this week and last. Stuff has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;! But I have no proof of pictures. Sad. But I will let you know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dealio&lt;/span&gt; anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once upon a time I set my good friend Haley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scheer&lt;/span&gt; (who I had not seen since I left Fremont) up on a date with Scotty's best friend who he works with. Well apparently I'm the best match maker of all time because last Friday they were sealed for time and all eternity. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;... you're welcome! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; obnoxious of me huh? It's cool that they are SO happy. These 2 have probably had the worst luck with relationships for the past few years. Jake especially!! I'm sure he won't mind that I say that on here, because let's face it- it's true!! Anyways, the wedding was beautiful, Haley looked amazing and it was pretty dang perfect if I do say so myself. Glad we got to be there all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then on Sunday my family made candy houses. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; couldn't come because he had one of his terrible migraines :( But I didn't even make one anyways, I just watched and hung out. How my family does it is, we cut out all the pieces of the house with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; board and then we tape/ice it together and decorate it will lots of candy. So it's a little different but my brothers go all out and I tried to make a train but it looked like a stick of butter. So uh.... it was a no go. Plus Rock just wanted me to play with him and didn't like sitting in the high chair for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went out to West Haven again last night because my mom pulled together a last minute surprise birthday party for my Dad's 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, which is today! Wow.... my dad is a s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;enior&lt;/span&gt; citizen. Ha ha! Anyways, he loved it. We all pitched in and gave him a train that he told me "he's been dreaming about for the past 6 months" and then my talented &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; Kaylee made a very cute cake that had train tunnel looking things. See?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Goll&lt;/span&gt;. I should of had my camera. I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rockwell is adorable as always. He's saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mamamama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dadadada&lt;/span&gt; except I don't think he really knows what they mean. He's just always running his mouth at us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all for now. Next time I will have pictures! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yeeehaw&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-59761614164103230?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/59761614164103230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=59761614164103230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/59761614164103230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/59761614164103230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/12/good-at-matchmaking-bad-at-candy-house.html' title='Good at matchmaking. Bad at candy house making.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5055251430293051164</id><published>2010-11-30T23:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:30:24.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPXoOO8BRhI/AAAAAAAAA58/GrXmQXdvYQg/s1600/taylor-swift-speak-now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPXoOO8BRhI/AAAAAAAAA58/GrXmQXdvYQg/s400/taylor-swift-speak-now.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545593847402284562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just really like Taylor Swift ok? I think she's a sweetheart. She seems like a person I would be great friends with. Wanna know something weird? I sometimes wish I was friends with her in real life and we could gossip about funny stuff together. That just sounded really creepy and lame. I love her new CD. I look forward to getting in the car and learning all the words to her new songs and trying to figure out who the songs are about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She is coming to Salt Lake City September 28,2011. Someone should buy a ticket with me and we'll have a fun time!! So anyways, go pick up her new CD if you haven't already. It's a winner winner chicken dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know, I sound like a loser in this post. But I also love this time of year and Taylor Swift, it's very nostalgic. Even though I bought her last album just 2 years ago, it was around this time so it reminds me of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh and if you get it, don't be a loser and go steal it off of limewire or something. That shiz gives viruses like crazy- which you kinda deserve if you are stealing music. Be normal and pay for an album if you like the person so they can keep doing it! Sorry- I'm sure 95% of you that read this don't steal music. But if you're that one person, I'm calling you out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5055251430293051164?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5055251430293051164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5055251430293051164&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5055251430293051164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5055251430293051164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/speak-now.html' title='Speak Now.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPXoOO8BRhI/AAAAAAAAA58/GrXmQXdvYQg/s72-c/taylor-swift-speak-now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3926201265314627021</id><published>2010-11-29T12:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:02:29.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' 7 Months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPQGkglmm9I/AAAAAAAAA50/Ncmkw_Xs4qQ/s1600/P1050488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPQGkglmm9I/AAAAAAAAA50/Ncmkw_Xs4qQ/s400/P1050488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545064265492634578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Rockwell is 7 months! How does that happen?? I remember this time last year, we were anticipating Dec. 1 so we could find out that he's a little boy! This kid is growing so fast. We're even shopping for a new car seat because his feet hang over and he's just too big for the infant one! So adorable, I love him sooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPQFW-MxAEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/kAxzKbvBy7o/s400/cutie.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545062933411725378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Just started holding his own bottle this weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Getting tons more hair! And he has such long strands, it's weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gets on his hands and knees to rock back and forth. Almost crawls but then gets back on his belly and scoots all over the place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- He goes crazy when I turn the TV to Yo Gabba Gabba, it's hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Babbles, babbles, babbles! He likes to use his voice. But it's so cute because he get's shy when other people are around and stays pretty quiet and stares instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His favorite toy right now is a ribbon that was wrapped around a candied apple I got as a gift. Oh and he loves to take his socks off and gnaw on those as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sits up on his own instead of falling over after a minute or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 7th Month sweet boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;This will be my 2nd post for the day, so don't forget to scroll down if you want to read my Thanksgiving post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3926201265314627021?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3926201265314627021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3926201265314627021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3926201265314627021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3926201265314627021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/rockin-7-months.html' title='Rockin&apos; 7 Months.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPQGkglmm9I/AAAAAAAAA50/Ncmkw_Xs4qQ/s72-c/P1050488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8712589830452714525</id><published>2010-11-26T23:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:41:36.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPClXzIGGAI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rtszzG7DFoA/s1600/P1050458.JPG'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPCpyF7T0CI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zB5ihNNZJOw/s1600/P1050474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPCpyF7T0CI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zB5ihNNZJOw/s400/P1050474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544117819342573602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pie Table! And this was only the after math. I think my mom said there was 21 pies. Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPCpx2FKp_I/AAAAAAAAA5c/qwI-0XoInxQ/s1600/P1050470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPCpx2FKp_I/AAAAAAAAA5c/qwI-0XoInxQ/s400/P1050470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544117815088949234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rock during the 2nd Thanksgiving dinner of the day at my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So of course I'm going to blog about Thanksgiving. Woke up and was in a mad dash all morning because I wasn't prepared and we were suppose to leave at 9:30am but didn't until 10:30. Why so early? Because Scotty's dad had to work at 2 (air traffic control guy) so we were having Thanksgiving at 12. It was extremely delicious. The Turkey was organic and never frozen. It was killed like the day before....which is kinda weird but hooool-y crap it was good. Mmmm! Usually I'm not all about the turkey but I'd go into a coma with that any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After we ate we played Kinect Dance Central. We got a it a couple weeks ago and it's so fun! Pretty much the life of the party, really. With a Kinect you don't use a pad or controller it's a little sensor that senses your body heat and reads you. I'm going to stop explaining the technology so just go look it up yourself ok? It's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPCluyAkZJI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dyRQv3c4qmk/s320/P1050449.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544113364409803922" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is Sholah with Rockwell. She is Lissa's bestie (Scotty's sister) and that's also her brother Tuneday (I just spelled it how it sounds because I have no idea). All their family lives in Vegas and so they joined us! I think that means we had about 25% of black people within a 50 mile radius at the house. That's Utah for ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPClXzIGGAI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rtszzG7DFoA/s400/P1050458.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544112969572816898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Brad (Scotty's step-bro) playing Dance Central. He sucks so bad. I like to give him crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All in all, it was a great Thanksgiving. We have so much to be grateful for, and we are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;P.S. I feel like this post is a little sloppy, but deal with it because this was suppose to be posted 3 days ago but LiveWriter and Blogger kept freaking crashing and I was getting pissed. So... thats all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8712589830452714525?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8712589830452714525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8712589830452714525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8712589830452714525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8712589830452714525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TPCpyF7T0CI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zB5ihNNZJOw/s72-c/P1050474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-587738495250634516</id><published>2010-11-23T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:50:29.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Storms a Brewin…I think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So there is lots being said about the storm that is coming our way in the next couple hours. I better not be disappointed if it’s not crazy! Scotty was let out of work early at 1:00pm and even restaurants and stuff are shutting down. We’re all going too look like idiots if it doesn't look like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TOw3IWTJstI/AAAAAAAAA48/ha7L8MPrQyg/s1600-h/storm%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="storm" border="0" alt="storm" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TOw3JBLYqVI/AAAAAAAAA5A/cu0U_vC4rG0/storm_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; x&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-587738495250634516?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/587738495250634516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=587738495250634516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/587738495250634516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/587738495250634516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/storms-brewini-think.html' title='A Storms a Brewin…I think?'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TOw3JBLYqVI/AAAAAAAAA5A/cu0U_vC4rG0/s72-c/storm_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6371028217221991394</id><published>2010-11-16T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:34:37.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday celebration to celebrate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Scotty’s birthday was on the 13th and we invited whoever wanted to, in our family, to join us at Pat’s BBQ in Salt Lake. Never heard of it? Well shame on you. It’s incredible. Best BBQ you’ll find anywhere in Utah and I’m not even exaggerating. Lines out the door people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3Z4FBYUI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-cbPdUC_zUo/s1600-h/P1050364%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1050364" border="0" alt="P1050364" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3a80nizI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Kkz7FSRuetE/P1050364_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="290" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Familia! Brad thinks he is too cool for school. Well I’ve got news for you…you aren’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was a little miscounting with how many people were coming (18) so we had to get creative and move stuff around, but we did it! I was freaking out for a minute, but problem solved. No biggie. Scotty felt good about how many people drove down to celebrate his 26th with us, it was lots of fun! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3bouLL3I/AAAAAAAAA4k/9mldMKFd-9s/s1600-h/P1050374%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1050374" border="0" alt="P1050374" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3cSaLMfI/AAAAAAAAA4o/t_ATAcwIZ9A/P1050374_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" height="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;Scotty is ecstatic to be 26!&lt;/em&gt; I can’t believe I first met him when he was 16, it’s nuts! Oooo wanna see his DL picture that he STILL has and refuses to change until it expires next year? Look:&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3c9BPiWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/fGchjw2fxq8/s1600-h/P1050441%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1050441" border="0" alt="P1050441" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3dfo2keI/AAAAAAAAA4w/WwufQ9ZZEwo/P1050441_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahahahahaha!!! Whenever he has to show it to people they look at him all weird and then laugh. Doesn’t he look so whimpy and skinny? Ha! I love my man with a lil some’in some’in on him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3eLcXUzI/AAAAAAAAA40/VRZueZIK0MM/s1600-h/P1050372%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050372" border="0" alt="P1050372" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3fMTc99I/AAAAAAAAA44/5DSDISWbGU0/P1050372_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My beautiful madre insisting she hold the boys. Kaleb (my brother Bryce’s little guy) seriously looks like Rock’s brother, it’s awesome. Rock later zonked out on my mom for a long time! I was surprised how peacefully he slept because it was so loud in that joint! They have a live band in another part of the place, it’s cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, love my husband. When it comes to Scotty and his fatherlyness and manish duties, he’s #1. I should make him a mug for being so cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6371028217221991394?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6371028217221991394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6371028217221991394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6371028217221991394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6371028217221991394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/birthday-celebration-to-celebrate.html' title='A birthday celebration to celebrate.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TON3a80nizI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Kkz7FSRuetE/s72-c/P1050364_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5420741737891792611</id><published>2010-11-06T23:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:35:50.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water and Football.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday we went to the Aquatic Center in Sugarhouse. Which let me tell you was pretty monumental. Why? Because in all of my lovely 4 years with Scotty he has never played in water with me. He just doesn’t like it, plus he has had a couple of bad experiences in bodies of water, so he stays away from it. Ahh hahaha&amp;#160; it just makes me laugh a little bit, even though it sounds rude :) Anyways- aside from all of that he was actually looking forward to playing with Rock in the pool!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well it wasn’t exactly a pool, it was more like a play area. It’s pretty sweet. I has like 5 of the cool water things kids play in, a lazy river and a big twisty slide. Scotty was even a little bugged that we couldn’t go play in the big pool because there was a swim meet going on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We mostly just went around the lazy river a bunch but then stopped for awhile because there was this weird 14ish year old girl who kept following us around with goggles. So umm… ok. Uncomfortable. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then today we took Rock to the BYU game which, for a little bit it was fun. But the little guy and I both have colds. I wouldn’t have gone if I knew how yucky his cold was. So he was starting to get all snotty, tired, and whiney so right before half-time I went and sat outside the stadium on the grass to play and get him to sleep. It’s not like it matters, BYU slaughtered UNLV. And Scotty came out during 4th quarter and we left early.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNY6sAy70kI/AAAAAAAAA4E/fIvExkYSV_M/s1600-h/P1050340%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050340" border="0" alt="P1050340" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNY6sngw0KI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Gth7ADWTFbE/P1050340_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much too cool for his toy rings, he’s got texts to catch up on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Came home. Slept. Blew our noses. Cleaned up snot. Cleaned up a massive blowout, courtesy of the boy. Injured my self giving Rock a bath. Blah blah blah… I am exhausted! But I did take a glorious nap earlier while Scotty took care of Rock. And the only pic I have from all of this is ones I took when we were playing on the grass. So there ya go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNY6tMN6bsI/AAAAAAAAA4M/A8wXIsVPO9I/s1600-h/P1050344%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1050344" border="0" alt="P1050344" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNY6tbLsO6I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7hlnUJo4_8k/P1050344_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="272" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;He is about to pass out. Look at that face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5420741737891792611?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5420741737891792611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5420741737891792611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5420741737891792611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5420741737891792611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/water-and-football.html' title='Water and Football.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNY6sngw0KI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Gth7ADWTFbE/s72-c/P1050340_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8804382699030332935</id><published>2010-11-04T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:24:39.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The word “EPIC”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m realizing this word is the cool, hip thing now a days, but I do not like where some people use it! I’ll show you what I mean:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When it’s ok: Giving birth was epic. I got married yesterday and it was epic. That storm that blew my house away, and my car into a tree was epic. I just graduated, what an epic accomplishment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See those are all things that are in fact, epic. Then the are things that people put on facebook that they &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; are epic, but they are not. So this is when I frown at the word:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My boyfriend is epic. Went out to dinner, it was epic. Made it to class on time today, epic. Wearing sweatpants is epic. Just ate an epic amount of cookies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;EPIC!! EPIC!! EPIC!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t even type it anymore it’s so annoying to me. No offense if you use this word, to each his own. I just don’t like it when people use it in stupid places. So… I just wanted you to know what.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now besides all of that- here we are on Halloween. I like to be scary and I am wearing a Halloween vest my mom made me when I was like 9. So yeah, I’m pretty in with the in crowd.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNMHGtKIs5I/AAAAAAAAA38/aDxCOGmxcvc/s1600-h/P1050335%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050335" border="0" alt="P1050335" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNMHHKfVdkI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_Q69LeocM4Q/P1050335_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8804382699030332935?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8804382699030332935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8804382699030332935&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8804382699030332935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8804382699030332935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/word-epic.html' title='The word “EPIC”.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TNMHHKfVdkI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_Q69LeocM4Q/s72-c/P1050335_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5536934469055088493</id><published>2010-11-01T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:24:54.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sad kitty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TM-AUyvvdII/AAAAAAAAA30/QDGuCfwr7Yk/s1600/sad-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534783561769383042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TM-AUyvvdII/AAAAAAAAA30/QDGuCfwr7Yk/s400/sad-cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a sad cat right now. I'll tell ya why. Work related: They took me off of the team that I have been on for almost the whole 2 years I've worked here. While the team I got switched to is very friendly, welcoming with a great manager- it just makes me sad because this team is a mid-day team. I work like 5pm-10pm while everyone else works shifts where they get off at like 6 or 7. So that leaves me all alone, and frankly it sucks. It's not doing much for my morale at work, even though I really am trying to not have such a crappy attitude about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it doesn't make sense! I do have a friend on the team that got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; over with me but he works 12-8 so it makes sense for him to be here, unlike me. Change is never easy, I know. I almost feel like I got fired and got a new job, even though I still do the same thing. It's weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just feeling a little sad. I miss my friends and manager on my old team they were so great and things were going SO good. I'm like the only one here so it's pretty gay. That's all. Just wanted to blog about it. It will get better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5536934469055088493?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5536934469055088493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5536934469055088493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5536934469055088493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5536934469055088493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/11/im-sad-kitty.html' title='I&apos;m a sad kitty.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TM-AUyvvdII/AAAAAAAAA30/QDGuCfwr7Yk/s72-c/sad-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1186744326673459864</id><published>2010-10-27T12:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:47:49.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock is 6 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;6 months? Already? Its crazy how much faster time seems to fly with Rockwell here. Days are shorter, seemingly more productive at times a lots more fun!! He does something weird and new everyday. Like on Sunday he started doing this thing like he is gasping but no worries he’s fine! He just does it when he is laughing or jabbering and it’s funny :) I love when we get him to laugh really hard!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMhy8-QS9RI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BJK9hsWJiFI/s1600-h/P1050295%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1050295" border="0" alt="P1050295" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMhy9Nyq_QI/AAAAAAAAA3o/obTKZ9F3cOM/P1050295_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="241" height="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;Look how ghetto and lame my picture is. I totally set those pumpkins up and and tried to be all cute, but it just looks really stupid. I need to get pictures done for this kid ASAP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He also goes into adorable mode right before I want to put him to bed. Its like he tries to get out of it with his giggles, lovey eyes and shy mannerisms. Then I want to play with him longer! He also got his first tooth last Thursday! And the second one is coming up as I write this. He wakes up a little earlier sometimes because of his teeth but he’s still doing great at night!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMhy9lOns_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/NR8hURUiaXE/s1600-h/P1050313%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050313" border="0" alt="P1050313" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMhy-MYyXrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lEHjCivk3fg/P1050313_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" height="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We love Rock so much- I cant believe we went 3.5 years without him! I honestly feel so much happier and fulfilled. Even when things get rough I don’t stress out a ton, I just kinda shrug it off, do all that I can to deal with it and keep my head up. They boy is happy, we’re happy and we’re a faaamily! Awww… so cheese and so wonderful! So Rockyroo,diggle nugget,little turd, we love you! Happy 6 Monther! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1186744326673459864?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1186744326673459864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1186744326673459864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1186744326673459864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1186744326673459864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/10/rock-is-6-months.html' title='Rock is 6 Months!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMhy9Nyq_QI/AAAAAAAAA3o/obTKZ9F3cOM/s72-c/P1050295_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8380780082808727030</id><published>2010-10-24T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:51:30.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pun’kin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday morning, Rock attended his first Halloween festivity at the pumpkin patch. The one we go to is in Farmington, waaaay out west. It’s called Pack’s. It’s actually my dad’s cousins who own and operate it. It use to be in a different location and it had this huge barn they would build a spook ally in as well as some other fun stuff. But the patch had been there so long that the soil just started to suck so they had to move. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwojuWMdI/AAAAAAAAA28/TsjFawfref4/s1600-h/P1050266%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050266" border="0" alt="P1050266" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwpJZyMlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/kHFuaridmCE/P1050266_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="336" height="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, since I knew it would be cold and on the verge of raining… and because it’s adorable I dressed the boy up in his dragon Halloween costume. Scotty wasn’t able to come with us because he had to leave for the BYU game soon after we left. Oh well!! The pumpkin patch is still fun, even though the old one was better. They still have a hay maze and I think they operate a big corn maze next to it? They did last year anyways… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwpRt1P5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/oBkq6pjUoJM/s1600-h/P1050268%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050268" border="0" alt="P1050268" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwp1TI0OI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Ex9eqOuqzRM/P1050268_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The other kid in this picture is Kaleb, my brother Bryce’s little boy. His costume is freaking awesome- makes me laugh! I love it!! And no… rock is no sitting up alone. You can see my sister’s arm (grey sleeve) holding him up haha. Soon though!!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwqM7z6rI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ad7lrZ28PYU/s1600-h/P1050271%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050271" border="0" alt="P1050271" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwqr1yaOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Qj1SrE9DrDM/P1050271_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Riding in the pumpkin wagon with his cousin Gahndyn. (Pronounced Gan-din) His costume was pissing him off after awhile. Because the belly is padded and kept squishing up into his face.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwrKaoKNI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2hqvupKfBMM/s1600-h/P1050274%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050274" border="0" alt="P1050274" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwrq2rrmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/RYnW06n2ndw/P1050274_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" height="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My little brother Wyatt and his girlyfriend Adrianne. We like her :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwr2oc8RI/AAAAAAAAA3c/It0fhFPR9dQ/s1600-h/P1050278%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1050278" border="0" alt="P1050278" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwsReFEjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/qNdNmwt901s/P1050278_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had just finished picking out our pumpkins when it started to pour. My parents brought&amp;#160;&amp;#160; pumpkin muffins and a breakfast casserole. Oh and hot chocolate of course! Since it was pouring my Dad’s cousin let is eat in the tent where kids on field trips come and learn about farming when they visit. So it wasn’t too shabby! Anyways- lots of fun and I love going every year. Now it’s the pumpkin carving I suck at…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8380780082808727030?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8380780082808727030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8380780082808727030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8380780082808727030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8380780082808727030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/10/punkin-patch.html' title='Pun’kin Patch'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TMTwpJZyMlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/kHFuaridmCE/s72-c/P1050266_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6348554766772522368</id><published>2010-10-17T23:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:41:30.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack Attack Mother BOoBeEbooP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLveBHxJN-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_0ZngAi5Mps/s1600-h/2010-03-24-Triscuits2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2010-03-24-Triscuits2" border="0" alt="2010-03-24-Triscuits2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLveBW_a5PI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ZwCAT09zTMI/2010-03-24-Triscuits2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="98" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;+ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLveBnkI9LI/AAAAAAAAA20/ZhU3lMXZA0w/s1600-h/the_laughing_cow%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#006699" size="7"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="the_laughing_cow" border="0" alt="the_laughing_cow" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLveCYySdAI/AAAAAAAAA24/yVjh1o2_U_o/the_laughing_cow_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="133" height="137" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;=&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Favorite snack ever. This cheese is so spreadable and delightful. Plus the&lt;i&gt; light&lt;/i&gt; kind is only 35 calories a wedge and you don't sacrifice flavor. It's about $4-5 bucks a wheel. I usually get it at Target but this time I bought a big 4 pack at Costco for $8.50. Booyah! Worth it y'all. Try it. You will fall in love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I like talking about food. I should do it more. Being married to Scotty has turned me into a food snob of sorts. So what is your favorite snacky? Maybe we can all have a snacky party! Wooo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6348554766772522368?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6348554766772522368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6348554766772522368&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6348554766772522368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6348554766772522368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/10/snack-attack-mother-boobeeboop.html' title='Snack Attack Mother BOoBeEbooP!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLveBW_a5PI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ZwCAT09zTMI/s72-c/2010-03-24-Triscuits2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8035768443557800567</id><published>2010-10-15T21:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:59:28.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisp Fall Stroll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This evening we went up to Silver Lake for a little Fall stroll with Scotty’s family. Silver Lake is a small area up by Brighton Ski Resort about 45 minutes away from Salt Lake City. There is a nice boardwalk around most of the lake or smooth trail. It takes maybe an hour to walk around if you are doing in leisurely like we were. Anyways, it was fun! Rock loved being out there and my in laws had this awesome stroller that also turns into a backpack. It was small and perfect for the walk, not all huge and bulky like the one I have. It was pretty chilly, but VERY refreshing. We bundled the boy in a hoodie, little mittens and a cap. I’m glad I was prepared! I know I always say this, but too bad I have a piece of shiz camera because it’s a great photography area. Not that I’m good at that stuff anyways. More of a place my &lt;a href="http://www.mycrappyphotography.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;brother-in-law Josh&lt;/a&gt; would have fun at! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Afterwards we went to the Pie Pizzeria down in Sandy and it was delightful! I love that place. All in all it was a great Friday night! It tuckered the boy out. I just put him in his jammies about 15 minutes ago and he laughed his head off the whole time, I’ve never seen him laugh that hard! All I was doing was talking gangster to him haha ;) But that did it because right after he chugged a bottle and is already out cold in his crib. About 45 minutes earlier than usual. Alright well I’ve talked to much. Enjoy the pics!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkimNqutxI/AAAAAAAAA10/3NZyWgzOimE/s1600-h/075%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="075" border="0" alt="075" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkimnyre8I/AAAAAAAAA14/Qyx4N0ydg1M/075_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkim1eHUqI/AAAAAAAAA18/_LQ2a066qYM/s1600-h/079%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="079" border="0" alt="079" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkinZmN14I/AAAAAAAAA2A/mnNGn_3kTD0/079_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkinjxXkBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/LtRAu2dB2O0/s1600-h/073%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="073" border="0" alt="073" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkioHO0qII/AAAAAAAAA2I/wVN_JKYNOPI/073_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="237" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkioU-AwdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/MRxZas4vP6M/s1600-h/096%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="096" border="0" alt="096" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkiox1inJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/L-J8OYsuB1w/096_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkipC_fUgI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Z30e4Tv0VyM/s1600-h/101%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="101" border="0" alt="101" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkipXhtG2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/QmR13b4ZFpc/101_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkip22HkzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sqDEk5BCKkU/s1600-h/097%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="097" border="0" alt="097" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkiqDrx1vI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Njqdl8VzlSU/097_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8035768443557800567?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8035768443557800567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8035768443557800567&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8035768443557800567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8035768443557800567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/10/crisp-fall-stroll.html' title='Crisp Fall Stroll.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLkimnyre8I/AAAAAAAAA14/Qyx4N0ydg1M/s72-c/075_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-7630639502731641876</id><published>2010-10-10T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:09:41.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My TV Schedule.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well hello again! It’s been almost 2 weeks. I always think of things I need to post and then… I don’t. So here’s what’s poppin!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First of all: FALL TV! Oh dear sweet mercy thank you for finally being here! To all those people who claim they don’t watch TV, I think that is sad. Because I watch it lots. This lady just loves her shows! And to optimize time and enjoyment I DVR each one before I watch it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shows I watch religiously—Sunday: Jerseylicious, Keeping up with the Kardashians Monday: Ehh.. nothing too good. Tuesday: GLEE! Teen Mom, Parenthood, Biggest Loser Wednesday: Meh. Thursday: Office, Community, Outsourced, Always Sunny in Philadelphia and 30 Rock. Yup. I’m awwwwwwesome!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; And as always, I enjoy posting pictures of the boy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcAsimBKI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qL_MwOSvXXY/s1600-h/Fall%202010%20002%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Fall 2010 002" border="0" alt="Fall 2010 002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcBD6TXhI/AAAAAAAAA1I/XpTg93-roqU/Fall%202010%20002_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;He’s a GIANT next to tiny little Kambie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcBaJBG6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/Nzr0aqBAA5w/s1600-h/Fall%202010%20045%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Fall 2010 045" border="0" alt="Fall 2010 045" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcCGhyurI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/wxyR2HKR_ao/Fall%202010%20045_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I walked out of the room for a couple of minutes, couldn’t see him when I walked back in and of course he’s hiding under the table.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcCutfEWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3F2hXYmu68o/s1600-h/Fall%202010%20097%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Fall 2010 097" border="0" alt="Fall 2010 097" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcDCoT5KI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/8fofI__7ed8/Fall%202010%20097_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" height="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; Jordyn (his cousin) helping out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcDlch82I/AAAAAAAAA1c/r1bQwoi-qLw/s1600-h/Fall%202010%20063%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Fall 2010 063" border="0" alt="Fall 2010 063" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcEe9DWyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jAO0KhMTgeE/Fall%202010%20063_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" height="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;First time trying a sippy. Not very successful but that's ok he still has quite awhile until he really needs to be on it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcEnDhLJI/AAAAAAAAA1k/EdFRbmzI6Ps/s1600-h/Fall%202010%20049%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Fall 2010 049" border="0" alt="Fall 2010 049" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcFA4SCZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/N2w5Ys_KLOg/Fall%202010%20049_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ballin’ in his robe after bathtime while his jamies dry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eh… that’s all for now. I have more to write but I don’t want this post to be ginormous. I’ll split it up and do more it a few days. Peace!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-7630639502731641876?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/7630639502731641876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=7630639502731641876&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7630639502731641876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7630639502731641876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/10/my-tv-schedule.html' title='My TV Schedule.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TLKcBD6TXhI/AAAAAAAAA1I/XpTg93-roqU/s72-c/Fall%202010%20002_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2987463222101274065</id><published>2010-09-28T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:20:20.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Freaking Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On September 17th my brother Kyle and his wife Cazree had this little gem, Kambrie. She is a preemie and currently weighs just under 5 lbs. So tiny and adorable! Just look at this little smile I caught!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TKK-fLiLyqI/AAAAAAAAA00/VkuvDQtP2I0/s1600-h/kambieandrock%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="kambieandrock" border="0" alt="kambieandrock" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TKK-fnqENcI/AAAAAAAAA04/pio5pHGM984/kambieandrock_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="261" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then just this Sunday, the 26th, Scotty’s sister Sarah had a little boy! 7 lbs 13 oz and they decided to name him Taysom! So obviously you already know that is my last name and Sarah’s maiden name…wait…oops…. BIRTH NAME. Her midwife would correct on this if she ever said maiden. She was very feminist- nothing wrong with that!! I’ve already decided to call him Tay. Such a cute lil guy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs348.ash2/62850_518456154582_203100784_30639912_5548667_n.jpg" width="385" height="290" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; It blows my mind that Rock was only born 5 months ago today. He has gotten so big, and has started doing so many new things. It’s fun! He rolls around everywhere, scoots on his nose, sleeps in his crib through the night, sometimes eats cereal. And he has a toy elephant named Fonzie that he LOVES. &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TKK-gCESP-I/AAAAAAAAA08/5KzC7WeZIwU/s1600-h/P1050044%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1050044" border="0" alt="P1050044" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TKK-gioib0I/AAAAAAAAA1A/Gefi9FHte4E/P1050044_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="326" height="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the hospital waiting for Sarah’s excruciating birth to get over. Rock is hanging out with his Aunt Katie and Scotty’s dad, Jeff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Like I’ve said before, he’s such a happy kid! Hardly ever cries, laughs for no reason, and he’s everyone’s buddy. He’s always smiling or cooing at strangers too. No worries, I’ll teach him to yell STRANGER DANGER! later on haha :) So fun for him to have these 2 new cousins. They are going to be buddy ol pals!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2987463222101274065?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2987463222101274065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2987463222101274065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2987463222101274065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2987463222101274065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/09/babies-freaking-everywhere.html' title='Babies Freaking Everywhere!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TKK-fnqENcI/AAAAAAAAA04/pio5pHGM984/s72-c/kambieandrock_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1031960265352038956</id><published>2010-09-23T00:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:04:44.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG. I am SoOoO Crafty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hope you know my title is sarcastic. Because usually I have a hard time being crafty. I mean- I like to craft but I just have a tough time coming up with things to make.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But look! These are letters I made to put above Rock’s crib. They are just cardboard letters ($1.77 at Hobby Lobby). First I painted the sides green so you don’t see the cardboard. Then I took some scrapbook paper, cut them to fit and Mod Podge’d them onto the letters. If you don’t know, Mod Podge is like a glue sealant that gives things a glossy look but dries smooth and glassy looking, not all sticky-ish. So I think I spent like $17 in all? Not too shabby!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TJrtox-OOnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/OflIDOYD4PQ/s1600-h/Aug-Sept%202010%20064%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Aug-Sept 2010 064" border="0" alt="Aug-Sept 2010 064" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TJrtpXDWO6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/JTqYN44NEL4/Aug-Sept%202010%20064_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then of course- I also would like to give myself a plug because I am trying to win an Ipad at work! So if you haven’t already, click on the 1800Contacts logo near the top on the left and enter to win free contacts for life. The employee with the most entries under one link wins! I think I have a good chance if I can get all my blindish friends to help me out! Plus I like to think I have some good networking abilities. If you don’t wear lenses enter someone in your family. I know you know someone Mmmmk? It just asks for your name, email and the kind of contacts you wear. Easy cheese. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TJrtplFDJbI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ABCoRjJF8mQ/s1600-h/ipad%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ipad" border="0" alt="ipad" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TJrtqAaeINI/AAAAAAAAA0g/u1Jr_2ycDAQ/ipad_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" height="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Plus if I win I will be so appreciative I will give away 4 $5 Jamba cards! I thought 4 winners would be cooler than 1 $20 card for something…unless you think otherwise let me know. Wow! How is that incentive for ya?! Hahaha that’s a little lame I know, but I’m totally cereal. I will. Just make a little girl’s dream come true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1031960265352038956?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1031960265352038956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1031960265352038956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1031960265352038956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1031960265352038956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/09/omg-i-am-soooo-crafty.html' title='OMG. I am SoOoO Crafty.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TJrtpXDWO6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/JTqYN44NEL4/s72-c/Aug-Sept%202010%20064_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4803248452700416392</id><published>2010-09-20T23:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:47:47.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber. Sleep. Glory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So as many of you have already heard through my updates I’ve been posting on facebook…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Rock has started sleeping through the night!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pretty awesome. So this blog will probably be blah blah boring to those who don’t give a crap how I got my baby to sleep 9 hours straight, but to others it could be very valuable information!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I’ve tried it before but I felt too guilty after like 10 minutes so I stopped but on Thursday night I just buckled down and was like OK- tonight is the night! I even amped myself up on Mountain Dew Expecting it to be a very rough night. But it turns out, it was easier than I thought! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NIGHT 1- I put him in his crib at like 10:30pm. I make sure he has a full belly. Give him a little kiss, love you, goodnight etc. Walk out of the room. The fussing begins, then real crying, then screaming. I wait 15 minutes and then go visit the lil guy to see he is sweating he is fighting it so hard. Awwwww! Scotty almost breaks and asks why we have to do this. It’s mean! Stick to your guns! I pick him up, calm him down, love on him and put him back. Walk out and he fusses and cries for another 15 minutes and then…what? Silence!! I go check on him and he is OUT!! Success! He then doesn’t wake up until 6:30am AMAZING! Usually I’m waking up like every 5 hours to feed him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NIGHT 2- (Shorter, I swear) Down at 10:30pm. Fussed for 30 minutes. SLEEP. Up at 7:45am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NIGHT 3- Down at 10:30pm. Fussed for an HOUR this time! Woke up at 5:45pm wanting to eat. Fed him, then we had to wake him up at 8:45am to get ready for church or he probably would have slept longer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NIGHT 4-(Last Night)&amp;#160; Down at 10:30 fussed for about 15-20 minutes and then he slept like a champ until 8:15am!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soooo awesome. Feels amazing to get a full night of sleep and know that he is getting some good sleep too. Plus, I am getting him more and more used to his crib. So my friends, success. I CAN parent! Who knew?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4803248452700416392?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4803248452700416392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4803248452700416392&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4803248452700416392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4803248452700416392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/09/slumber-sleep-glory.html' title='Slumber. Sleep. Glory.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-7918887754822103651</id><published>2010-09-17T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:09:22.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Mom Psycho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amber. Can not stand her. She is clinically insane I swear. So this chick has a boyfriend (and baby daddy) named Gary. They have been engaged like what… 3 different times? Who cares, does it even matter? It’s not like it’s ever going to happen or SHOULD happen for that matter! Plus look at this picture. It just screams love and romance. Not. She was being so rude to him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-ugc.cafemom.com/gen/constrain/500/500/85/2010/08/11/02/dk/o1/potayuy60w1b54u.jpg?imageId=19441599" width="394" height="226" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the reason that she really pisses me off is that she gets mad at EVERYTHING, she literally physically abuses Gary in front of their cute little girl Leah by choking and slapping him. She is always trying to push Gary to get married when she even said in the last episode that if they didn’t have Leah, Gary would be gonzo. Red flag! Gary needs to run for the hills! Not that he’s a winner either. He’s suuuuper lazy. Actually both of them are. Whenever it shows them they are laying in bed or on the couch in a blanket. Oh except Amber is usually complaining about how hard she is working at her part time tanning salon job. Really?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So this clip shows Amber and Gary fighting at her Dad’s apartment when Gary takes fooorever to pick them up because the car broke down. In another clip he said it’s because he went home to sleep instead. So this just shows how stupid BOTH of them are! WARNING: Bleeping and hitting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:35376c8a-debb-47c3-9266-9ded4c8442eb" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="6fe2330b-38dd-4d10-bca9-b341a075cc89" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_HvDNlhiWE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TJMGEaHaeqI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bj33c834In0/video7e3b0961653e%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6fe2330b-38dd-4d10-bca9-b341a075cc89'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/d_HvDNlhiWE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/d_HvDNlhiWE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which brings me to my next point. So if you watch the show you have noticed that Amber has lost a substantial amount of weight. Good for her. HOWEVER. She said that she lost tons of weight because she switched out fast food for veggies and works out for 2 hours 4 times a week with Krav Maga (that crazy hard Israeli martial arts thing). Umm… BS. I don’t buy it for a second. She just takes handfuls of laxatives and diet pills mmmk? So does she like not think that we watch the show? She’s always sitting on her butt whining about something. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/wp-content//teen-mom-amber-punches-gary.JPG" width="427" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha… Gary’s face makes me laugh. She thinks she is so hardcore. What a loser. Seriously. Ok well I think that’s about it for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-7918887754822103651?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/7918887754822103651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=7918887754822103651&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7918887754822103651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7918887754822103651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/09/teen-mom-psycho.html' title='Teen Mom Psycho!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TJMGEaHaeqI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bj33c834In0/s72-c/video7e3b0961653e%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-787376035731741221</id><published>2010-09-13T00:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:27:10.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First night away from the boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On Friday Scotty got off early so we could have a head start on our weekend. We planned to give ourselves a little R&amp;amp;R and booked a hotel room for Friday night. In order to do this we had to give away Rock for the night and he gladly stayed with my sister Emily and her husband Josh. Note: This is my first night away from him ever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So we dropped him off except I hung around for like an hour because I couldn’t actually leave him just yet so I rambled things off to them about what he likes, what he doesn’t like, sleep behavior and so on. But we left and it was weird knowing I wouldn’t see him again til about noon the next day in Brigham City when I was to meet up with my Mom whom he was handed off to in the morning to go to Peach Days with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, I was ok. Really. I think. But it was about 11:00pm or so and we were just hanging out in the hotel room veggin’ and watching a movie when Scotty caught me looking at pictures on my phone of Rock and then he asked if I was ok and I just said “I don’t know!” through a sudden burst of tears. So I started doing all this crying business and we both laughed really hard at the same time because it was funny/pathetic. I totally did not expect to cry!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anywhozer. He was in good hands! From what I understand he was perfectly happy most of the time and they had lots of fun with him especially Josh! They are buddies. Good good! So thanks for taking him for the night Em and Josh! You guys are awesome! It should be much easier next time we decide to do something like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But besides that me and Scotty went out for Sushi and then just sat in bed at the hotel watching TV and ate Triscuts covered in delicious laughing cow cheese since all the movies in theatres didn’t appeal to us. We had a good supply of Dew-skies as well. It was GREAT! But I was SO excited to get back to Rock and he was happy to see us when we met up at the parade. Which I will talk about more in my next post because this is waaaay too long. K bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-787376035731741221?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/787376035731741221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=787376035731741221&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/787376035731741221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/787376035731741221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/09/first-night-away-from-boy.html' title='First night away from the boy.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1586748688605839004</id><published>2010-09-08T12:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:47:43.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Year Aniversh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aniversh. I know, it’s not even a word. How do I know? Because there is a red squiggly line under it right now telling me so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So. 4 Years! Wow! Time goes by so fast. When I look back, so much has happened since Sept.8,2006. We’ve moved from Ogden to North Salt Lake to Midvale and finally to Salt Lake City and this is the best place. I hope to stay here until we’re ready to get a house. I’ve had I think 5 job since we’ve been married (but now I’ve had the same one for al most 2 years). We’ve had many bad days but tons of good days! And really, we’ve just learned so much stuff together. The first year we were married I think I cried about any amount of stress but now when bad things happen or life get's a little rough it’s just like oh well- you live and learn! And I’ve also come to the realization that Heavenly Father never gives us anything we can’t handle. EVER.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m very happy with life and very happy with my amazing husband Scotty! I know I’ve gushed before but he’s the perfect partner in crime. We’re silly together (especially in the car singing), we LOVE being Rock’s Mom and Dad! With him in the picture my love for Scotty just grows and grows. He is such a helpful and awesome dad, Rock and I love him to death! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But of course, don’t get me wrong- we have our times where we freak out at each other and I lock myself in the bedroom. But whatever we fight about is usually freaking stupid, nothing serious. And 90% of the time it’s because mother nature is about to pay me a visit. I didn’t mean for this blog to be so long but I love Scotty and I can’t leave Rock out of it because WOW. He just completes the&amp;#160; circle of love! Well not quite…. we need a few more little chillins for it to be complete but for right now? 2 thumbs up.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIfaTMNYtGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/jfVQGKVVCy8/s1600-h/1st%20Anniversary%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1st Anniversary" border="0" alt="1st Anniversary" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIfaTlgBoHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2Wy_XZOUxJY/1st%20Anniversary_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" height="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was taken on our first anniversary at the Bountiful Temple. This makes me want to grow my hair out again!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1586748688605839004?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1586748688605839004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1586748688605839004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1586748688605839004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1586748688605839004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/09/4-year-aniversh.html' title='4 Year Aniversh.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIfaTlgBoHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2Wy_XZOUxJY/s72-c/1st%20Anniversary_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1888299774412632035</id><published>2010-09-05T21:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:36:52.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo’n it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Last Thursday we went to the zoo. It was Rock and Jordyn’s first time. It was pretty fun! Instead of a stroller I opted to use a little baby carrier. I know that Rock loved it because he was up high and he could see all that was going on! I didn’t hate it but I was using a carrier that I don’t usually use so after awhile I was like uh… ok this sucks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jordyn was so funny. She didn’t realize we were at a zoo but then when she saw the monkeys she freaked (in a good way) and didn’t know what to do with herself so she just grabbed the stroller with both hands as tight as she could, clenched her teeth together and just held her breath haha, it was sooo funny! She also wanted to make sure Rock was seeing everything so she would grab his shoulder and “talk” to him and point at the animals. They’ll be buddies here soon when Rock can do stuff to play with her! Anyways, that’s all. I’ll leave you with some pictures. I like comments. So you should leave one. I’ve gotten like 2 on my last 2 posts and I feel the need to complain about it. Do I even matter!? Ahhh my life is ending! I thrive off of your approval and knowing that you love my blog!! Ok not really at all, but I know that’s what I’m making it sound like haha ;) But seriously. Don’t be gay. Leave a comment here and there ok? Not here and never there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhtuuIo1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/l7xcN-1yUKI/s1600-h/Summer%202010%20054%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Summer 2010 054" border="0" alt="Summer 2010 054" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhuQURgnI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XW-Ml5y-_8s/Summer%202010%20054_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160; Rock is all set to go to the zoo! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhu8ygjGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/mTbNP6VAFus/s1600-h/Summer%202010%20066%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Summer 2010 066" border="0" alt="Summer 2010 066" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhvTy60wI/AAAAAAAAAzU/izblgrfRxtE/Summer%202010%20066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhv2_W3zI/AAAAAAAAAzY/hOFHI4IClDg/s1600-h/Summer%202010%20088%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Summer 2010 088" border="0" alt="Summer 2010 088" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhwvd5URI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ljt2QEe0YDE/Summer%202010%20088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhxNrfTNI/AAAAAAAAAzg/nW_zAwqdl4o/s1600-h/Summer%202010%20064%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Summer 2010 064" border="0" alt="Summer 2010 064" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhx-ChIRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/PSV0aRNmQSo/Summer%202010%20064_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhyYxS4CI/AAAAAAAAAzo/C9mrZwkJ6O0/s1600-h/Summer%202010%20055%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Summer 2010 055" border="0" alt="Summer 2010 055" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhzNYNbsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/8TtWYWCFOvw/Summer%202010%20055_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRh0dsfkfI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CMBTXd3ePwM/s1600-h/Summer%202010%20087%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Summer 2010 087" border="0" alt="Summer 2010 087" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRh04PaRWI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5nmA4uNxy4M/Summer%202010%20087_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1888299774412632035?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1888299774412632035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1888299774412632035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1888299774412632035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1888299774412632035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/09/zoon-it-up.html' title='Zoo’n it up!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TIRhuQURgnI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XW-Ml5y-_8s/s72-c/Summer%202010%20054_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6889427219936084452</id><published>2010-08-24T13:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:34:31.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Month Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;, Rock is now 4 Months old! Well technically not until tomorrow but who's keeping track? &lt;div&gt;Now that is he getting bigger he rolls and scoots a ton! He doesn't scoot very far, but he's still doing it! He could care less about toys, all this kid wants is his fist! And he can fit it fully in his mouth, it's pretty awesome. He's also starting to be a bit of a drool monster at times. I really think he is already teething! But he's such a happy baby. Always smiling and cooing and he loves when we are silly with him! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt; though, I have a VERY chill baby. We are so so lucky and I know it! So I can brag that everything is awesome except for the fact that he still won't sleep through the night. He usually wakes up to eat at 3 and 6:30 and then will sleep til like 10:30. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt;.... I have some work to do. Parenthood. Recommended to all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe not all- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. 14 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, people to like to abuse kids, have drug and alcohol problems, and or mental issues. Usually if you are not into any of the above I'm sure you'll be fine.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 436px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509091661763554546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/THQ5rY57rPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EibXTpyIJNw/s400/1-4Months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you are wondering what Rock's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS MAN IS A PERVERT! IF SEEN CONTACT DWIGHT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHRUTE&lt;/span&gt;. If you watch the Office you'll get it. If you don't then go look up the Office "Flasher" episode. It's funny. And I made that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt;. I also made cupcakes today. That's about as good as it gets my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6889427219936084452?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6889427219936084452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6889427219936084452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6889427219936084452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6889427219936084452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/08/4-month-old-man.html' title='4 Month Old Man'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/THQ5rY57rPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EibXTpyIJNw/s72-c/1-4Months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4664311029144899898</id><published>2010-08-21T00:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:00:35.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love The Shaytards Vlog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Scotty and I have been watching this vlog like everyday for the past 3 weeks. I’ve seen it before and I liked it but I remember my internet connection went all skiwompus so I had to stop watching the episode and I totally forgot about it and what it was called.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This vlog is called “Shaytards” and it’s just this guy (Shay) his wife Mommytard, and their 4 kids Sontard, Princesstard, Babytard and Rocktard (what a coincidence! My boy’s name is Rock!) Anyways, it’s freaking funny and it totally reminds me of me and Scotty. They are an adorable family. When we first started watching it there was an episode where they were talking to the kids about what happens after death because Princesstard was crying since she didn’t want to die. That's when my momo-radar went up, I googled it and yup, they’re Mormon. And they live in Pocatello. They are total YouTube celebrities, they get like 500,000 hits each episode. It’s nuts. Anyways- I totally love it. It cheers me up. Try it! You might like it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is the latest vlog by the way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f21bb252-550c-4304-a8b3-fcad42b1f6ce" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="80b7df88-0e1a-4907-980c-1fa22ddeef2e" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO137uLh4ZQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TG95E8_oqrI/AAAAAAAAAyk/MLtpq3Q2-mc/video46ede9891706%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('80b7df88-0e1a-4907-980c-1fa22ddeef2e'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TO137uLh4ZQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TO137uLh4ZQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok next up are these “Will It Blend?” videos. They are pretty rad. This blender can blend just about ANYTHING. And I mean anything. Oh but guess what? My mother in law was too excited so she already told us but they got us this blender for Christmas! Apparently they are like $400 but the inventor’s son lives in their ward and she got it at the family discount. Boooyah! Pretty schweet. I can’t wait! Our blender is a piece of crap and always leaks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also, there are tons of videos on youtube with them blending stuff. 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I put it off. And I’ll tell you why. Because sometimes I feel like I can’t blog if I don’t have a picture to go with my story, or I either have too many topics floating around in my head or none at all. At this time, I have too many topics and no pictures. Ya see, my camera is floating around in my truck somewhere. Somewhere among all the crap that I have yet to take out from our Bear Lake excursion we got back from on Sunday. Reasons for brain explosion:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well since he is laying by me and sleeping, Scotty’s snoring. It’s loooud. He doesn’t snore unless he is sick and all 3 of us are congested. Booooo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wedding. My little sister got married on the 7th. Happy Day! Except very chaotic since the weather did not cooperate with her outdoor reception. Tear :’(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bear Lake. I went up Wednesday with Rock and then Scotty came up Friday. It’s a lot of work! But we had fun. And by Saturday I was ready to get the hells out! Wait… I said we got back Sunday. It was Saturday. See? Brain explosion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am the master matchmaker. Hooked up one of my friends with Scotty’s friend at work and it turns out they are crazy about each other! Booyah. You’re welcome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then my dear bestest friend ever ever (Katie) and her husband moved. To the Caribbean. For medical school. Gaaaaay! I missy her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could seriously go on about 5 other things but I just had to update. I have lots to blog about right now so expect frequent updates. I could even do one this second because how am I suppose to sleep when Scotty is snoring like a fright train?! Maybe if I cuddle up to him really close he will be like “Waahh! Scoot over, It’s too hot!” That will wake him up and he might stop. I will give it a shot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’re not bed cuddlers. Uncomfortable and hot indeed. I love your guts dear Scotty but no thank you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1306650727480092076?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1306650727480092076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1306650727480092076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1306650727480092076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1306650727480092076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/08/brain-explosion.html' title='Brain Explosion!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-261116581774253033</id><published>2010-08-05T00:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:26:33.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summerish Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alright so there are a few things I am going to address in this blog that have been going on lately in my life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the 24th my little brother Wyatt was in a Skateboard Comp at an indoor skate park in Ogden called Cik. It’s in the old Pepsi factory, now painted Orange just a little north of the Ogden sign. Just so ya know. Anyways, he is a stud and took 2nd. There was also a cute girl following him around which impressed me! So, this place was cool and it was fun to see him do his thang. It was loud but Rock loved facing the ramps and stuff to see what's goin on. Sorry I didn’t get a picture of him skating because my camera is a piece of crap and won’t capture it and is all blurry and suckish. Someday I will own a good one!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZcNLb0LI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8aDWlOA0DwU/s1600-h/P1040733%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040733" border="0" alt="P1040733" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZcvXYW8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/p0Noy-Nm-T0/P1040733_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="337" height="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rock with my 2nd oldest brother Kyle. The baldie behind him is my oldest bro Casey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZdIl63xI/AAAAAAAAAxY/deowEJsG7eo/s1600-h/P1040731%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040731" border="0" alt="P1040731" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZd4slIcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ZF6oUk68NS0/P1040731_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" height="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See, I told you it was loud. Here is my niece Rielley (9) plugging her eyes curled up in a ball. Haha! Note to Marisa: Sorry if I spelled her name wrong, I always screw it up!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then last week my friend Kelly from Indiana (I became buds with her at Weber State) came to stay with us as well as her new british husband Alexander! Here we are at gool ol’ weirdie Gilgal Park in SLC. It’s a park where this guy carved all these freaky things out of stone to represent stuff about the gospel. Everything looks totally weird but if you read the pamphlet and know your scriptures its pretty cool. But still weird.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZeROL7bI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9SH0y3lU6cs/s1600-h/P1040734%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040734" border="0" alt="P1040734" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZexC5kyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9IePZAtjkPQ/P1040734_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="247" height="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZfrTxKfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/O2TY-NBf_no/s1600-h/P1040735%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040735" border="0" alt="P1040735" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZf_DIanI/AAAAAAAAAxs/TFMfRse995s/P1040735_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="339" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Man I miss them already, they are some awesome kids! But they flew back to England to start life together. Wooooot!! Perfect lovers. PS- they met in Germany on their missions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZgsSVpwI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Ap-lgX9wNd4/s1600-h/P1040766%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040766" border="0" alt="P1040766" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZg1GTP9I/AAAAAAAAAx0/_n-sRVCJmec/P1040766_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" height="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lastly, here are pics from my work party (1800-Contacts) I work for such an awesome company, they are so nice to us! It was a good time. It was a cruise ship theme and they gave us all sorts swag with our little “Passports” like sunglasses, a shirt and one of those vinyl backpacks. I would have taken pics of the shirt and bag because I know you are DYING to see what they look like but I think they are out in the car. I’d rather not walk out there right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZiv1jNpI/AAAAAAAAAx4/z1hrCSH0zhs/s1600-h/P1040751%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040751" border="0" alt="P1040751" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZjAlblqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5SRMtNo5kzY/P1040751_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" height="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So as soon as we got there we put a blanket down under a shade tent to come back to later. This turned out to be a bright idea since from 5:00-6:30 it just POURED rain! It was fun to sit under the tent and laugh at people trying to take cover. But they served some delightful Polynesian food, had firedancers, an A’capella group (whom I’m pretty sure contributed to my POUNDING migraine afterwards. It was awful!) I hate A’capella groups they are so obnoxious to me. We were there with Katie and Danny, they are moving out of the country next week. Noooo! But that post is for another day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZjiu3A-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/F8J_A1O4hE8/s1600-h/P1040749%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040749" border="0" alt="P1040749" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZkPMoiHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Njd6hGBLY0M/P1040749_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="337" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; They also gave away insane prizes. Like uh… a home theatre package with a 55 inch plazma 3D tv,blueray 3D player and all the other crap you need. A 5 day Alaskan cruise complete with airfare and 1 night stay in Seattle. And a huge awesome Mac, along with an ipad and printer. So those were the grand prizes and they gave away tons of other sweet stuff like more ipads, ipods, computers, TVs,&amp;#160; rafting trip, lagoon passes, wiis, xboxes, just tons and tons of awesome crap that I DID NOT WIN. I was bummed but what can you expect when you are in a drawing with like 500 other people? Booo… there’s always next year. So anyways it was fun. I like my place of employment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZkkbbE2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/nF7L3gy5k0I/s1600-h/P1040753%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040753" border="0" alt="P1040753" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZlIBbXwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qfIO7mQtVIs/P1040753_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZliW4qlI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gwrjGI_ecC8/s1600-h/P1040748%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040748" border="0" alt="P1040748" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZmA_FGuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/SNGLtGR6OhM/P1040748_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" height="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So like I said I got a huge migraine afterwards so I went home. And died.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: I also wrote a fresh blog about Rock below this one. 2 in one night! Wow-wa-wee-wa!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-261116581774253033?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/261116581774253033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=261116581774253033&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/261116581774253033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/261116581774253033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/08/summerish-things.html' title='Summerish Things.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFpZcvXYW8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/p0Noy-Nm-T0/s72-c/P1040733_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-316443273690085139</id><published>2010-08-04T22:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:18:18.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock is 3 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So mostly I’ve just been lazy with my blog lately and so mehh…But I just wanted to give the 3 month update on the boy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFo7htUtArI/AAAAAAAAAxI/b-xO6pODMFE/s1600-h/P1040762%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040762" border="0" alt="P1040762" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFo7iZBNNjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/N-i18uv5Gkc/P1040762_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Rockwell turned 3 months old a week ago! He is a little chunker and I love his cubby legs and perfect soft skin! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- He would much rather suck on his two middle fingers than a binkie.It kinda looks like he is doing a rocker sign.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Sometimes he gags himself when he does this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-He does not like the turtle and toucan that hang from his swing. He yells at them. He has a very boyish voice already and it is cute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-He really never cries unless Scotty puts away the dishes loudly or if I take his from the floor and rocketship him upward. This scares him. He doesn’t even cry at night when he wants to eat, he just makes little cute noises. Unless you take too long, then he gets pissed!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Pretty sure he is already teething! He’s starting to drool and knaws on his fist constantly. I even got him little toys but he isn’t too sure about those yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-He fits into 3-6 month clothes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-He laughs sometimes and its totally adorable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-His farts are sometimes like huge man farts which is not adorable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-He likes water. He was been in the pool like 5 times now and he never cries, he just enjoys it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-I would tell you how much he weighs but I’m too lazy to go weigh him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Sadly he does not sleep through the night yet. He still wakes up like every 4 hours wanting to eat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-He rolled over for the first time on Sunday! He prefers to be on his back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-He also now grabs on to the little frog that dangles from his carseat. This week is the first time he has ever reached up and grabbed something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know a lot of you could probably care less about all these facts but as his mother they are pretty dang rad to me! Our little guy is getting so big and we just love him to death and are so glad he is in our family. He makes us so so happy and life is 1000x times better even when things seem so complicated and rough, he just lights it up! Looooove him! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-316443273690085139?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/316443273690085139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=316443273690085139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/316443273690085139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/316443273690085139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/08/rock-is-3-months.html' title='Rock is 3 Months!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TFo7iZBNNjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/N-i18uv5Gkc/s72-c/P1040762_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-758959588230449325</id><published>2010-07-20T17:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:06:34.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why it’s a good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wake up to this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEYr70E6FII/AAAAAAAAAww/UA9ar2S-9xw/s1600-h/P1040714%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040714" border="0" alt="P1040714" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEYr8WQqnhI/AAAAAAAAAw0/iFvUqsjwDgE/P1040714_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="303" height="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Went here with Rock and my bestie Katie:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEYr88hYL-I/AAAAAAAAAw4/bOkZ8Gqrq3o/s1600-h/P1040696%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040696" border="0" alt="P1040696" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEYr9cmMBEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/4gccSRGb3Ss/P1040696_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="336" height="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then Scotty came home with this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEYr90HfltI/AAAAAAAAAxA/M85JWEQ1Jq0/s1600-h/P1040709%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040709" border="0" alt="P1040709" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEYr-UjFRFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/1hOrZzn70Hw/P1040709_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="353" height="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I know the text and flowers are ultra cheesy and I almost always roll my eyes when people gush about their perfect husbands and lives….blegh! So gay. But my guy has just been a sweetheart today and I have enjoyed it. He said it is for no reason. So nice. High 5 to Scotty!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah and I fit into last Summers shorts today when last month I couldn’t even get them over my hips! Gooooood day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-758959588230449325?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/758959588230449325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=758959588230449325&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/758959588230449325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/758959588230449325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/07/why-its-good-day.html' title='Why it’s a good day.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEYr8WQqnhI/AAAAAAAAAw0/iFvUqsjwDgE/s72-c/P1040714_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5788324093124598887</id><published>2010-07-19T20:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:46:30.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock's Blessing</title><content type='html'>We blessed Rockwell yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; did such a awesome job. Even though he was so nervous his palms were sweating so bad but like I said-- it was great! Afterwards we had our huge-o family come over for a luncheon. Since our duplex has tons of shade all around we just outside but then after a couple hours it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frrreaking&lt;/span&gt; hot and shade was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt;. But we still had plenty of time to have some fun and eat the delightful food. Now sadly, I didn't get pictures of the event because my camera totally died. But I put Rock back in his out fit today and did a little paparazzi session with him. Man I have a cute kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wow. Totally busy weekend, but it wore me out! I fell asleep before 11pm which hasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; since I was pregnant! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all. Of course I will load the blog with pics of my boy. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEUNnu_a2lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Cjj6UJUYWHo/s1600/what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495813896555649618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEUNnu_a2lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Cjj6UJUYWHo/s400/what.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEUNnQ1ZcSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_HkcU2n2QoE/s1600/bless2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495813888460550434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEUNnQ1ZcSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_HkcU2n2QoE/s400/bless2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEUNnD3_RgI/AAAAAAAAAwY/o7oMcO6FYIU/s1600/bless1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495813884981757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEUNnD3_RgI/AAAAAAAAAwY/o7oMcO6FYIU/s400/bless1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5788324093124598887?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5788324093124598887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5788324093124598887&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5788324093124598887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5788324093124598887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/07/rocks-blessing.html' title='Rock&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEUNnu_a2lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Cjj6UJUYWHo/s72-c/what.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-612417533342327511</id><published>2010-07-16T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:34:58.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Victim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah so um…. maybe I shouldn’t cook. Wednesday night I was making potstickers. The kind I was preparing comes in a big bag from Costco (frozen) and they are completely delicious. Well it was kinda late and Scotty didn’t want to make them so I did. Well first you have to boil the potstickers to make them nice and soft. Like a dumpling. I then like to brown them a little bit to give them a crisp. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I put some oil in a pan, turned it on high and when they were done boiling I just grabbed a potsticker with some tongs out of the water and put it in the pan. NEVER AGAIN. I didn’t freaking know that water and hot oil are very dangerous! Anyways, oil exploded everywhere, flames came up, I screamed, Scotty ran in the kitchen turned it off and was like “What happened?! What are you doing?!” Apparently it’s common knowledge to drain the potstickers first to avoid such situations. So I immediately sat with my hand running under cold water just panicking like “What did I do wrong! Ahhh this hurts!”&amp;#160; I also put waaaay too much oil in the pan and I wasn’t suppose to turn it on high. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEC0CVotDhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4-gnnRBXI6I/s1600-h/P1040589%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040589" border="0" alt="P1040589" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEC0C8NTmCI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pE_FYXQsKxw/P1040589_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It saddens me how domesticated I’m…well…not. I know how to cook, I just don’t do it as much as I should. Which I don’t know why because it’s very satisfying when I do, plus its usually pretty good. So am I ok? Yes. But I burnt the crap out of my hand and I have boils. Owwwee but it doesn’t hurt anymore. But ya know how old people have age spots? It kinda looks like I have those. Ew. Haha ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the moral of this story is to learn basic cooking skills. They are&amp;#160; handy. Otherwise you could almost burn your freaking house down. And then you’ll turn into a burn victim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and in other news, my baby is still adorable. We’re blessing him on Sunday :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEC0DtQeAnI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/p6iUIXDXEUA/s1600-h/P1040588%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040588" border="0" alt="P1040588" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEC0EVJ6_2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/NFJqOzDpMXA/P1040588_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="328" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-612417533342327511?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/612417533342327511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=612417533342327511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/612417533342327511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/612417533342327511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/07/burn-victim.html' title='Burn Victim.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TEC0C8NTmCI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pE_FYXQsKxw/s72-c/P1040589_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8713927634975779761</id><published>2010-07-08T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:30:24.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July weekend. Lots ‘o pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On Saturday we left our house at 8:00am and didn’t get back home until 2 am. Way tooo much stuff going on, but we had lots of fun! I will tell it in pictures except some events are missing. Ps- I didn’t realize this post would be so long but it is, so enjoy. If you’re bored this will help for a few minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYssBn8BJI/AAAAAAAAAuw/lgNrLzkgl4Q/s1600-h/P1040517%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040517" border="0" alt="P1040517" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYssqiZriI/AAAAAAAAAu0/RvWKKqT9iCw/P1040517_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rock is not quite ready to wake up for his eventful day. Here he is sleeping in his stroller on the side of the street before the Centerville parade we go to every&amp;#160; year.&amp;#160; We go to Centerville because it’s where Scotty grew up. And its fun!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYstUDZUFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/FD-Eitr1cPs/s1600-h/P1040523%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040523" border="0" alt="P1040523" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsuaWQkNI/AAAAAAAAAu8/1hT2uPq4718/P1040523_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My SIL Sarah and her cute little girl Jordyn. We also can’t wait for Sarah to have her baby boy due early October! He and Rock will be the bestest of buddies!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsvK0_-JI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TY-mewZjLuc/s1600-h/P1040525%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040525" border="0" alt="P1040525" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsv0Dvo6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/BM6OQFkA6kc/P1040525_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hangin with daddio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsweFZeCI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ck2RpvVSh04/s1600-h/P1040526%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040526" border="0" alt="P1040526" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsxWcKY8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/dlZ-e5oj6sQ/P1040526_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="311" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rock met one of my best friends Greg at the parade :) Greg also lives in Centerville so he met up with us!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsx_3KgYI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/LpbHiRIrCDk/s1600-h/P1040537%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040537" border="0" alt="P1040537" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsykgjxiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/j4XGjHPnQJw/P1040537_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="323" height="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*change of clothes* I didn’t have his bottle lid on tight enough when I started to feed him and he got soaked in milk. So did I! Except it looked like I was “leaking”. Which sadly I’m not since I had to give up on breastfeeding started to lose my milk and just couldn’t get it back. Boooo. Oh well- he’s still happy and healthy! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah and the other babe is Easton :) He is 6 weeks younger than our boy. Technically he’s Rock’s 2nd cousin but they will be very close since we are always hanging out with Scotty’s cousins from St.George. Easton is Bret’s (Scotty’s cousin).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYszU2lM4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/na8ZplzkJWM/s1600-h/P1040541%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040541" border="0" alt="P1040541" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYsz2eYgXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/btg5EXIYykA/P1040541_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" height="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYs0s1zNEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/nqexS5VCI-c/s1600-h/P1040540%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040540" border="0" alt="P1040540" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYs1caSiaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SsybCmPMmQs/P1040540_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" height="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the parade we met up with Scotty’s cousins at the park which had a bunch of festivities going on. Here is me and Bret hanging out with our babes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After that we all went to Sarah’s in-laws house in Holladay to eat and swim. Then we drove up to West Haven to BBQ with my family and hang out. We played volleyball and lit fireworks as well. But Rock decided he didn’t give a crap about the fireworks because from about 9:00 on he was out like a light! He didn’t even wake up when I changed him which is very weird since even at 3am he is smiley and wants to play when I get up to change his butt. Since it got a little windy and kinda chilly my dad had him bundled up.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYs1zDXpvI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LFYNGkNPHhw/s1600-h/P1040552%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040552" border="0" alt="P1040552" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYs2bZbQyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ZcCk16OpV2k/P1040552_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND THEN after all of that we went to Emily &amp;amp; Josh’s house (my sister and her hub) house in Clinton to watch the UFC fight on pay per view. I pretty much zonked out during it while Em held Rock. But the boys liked it so it was good. Then we made it back home to Salt Lake and slept forever and skipped church because we were freaking exhausted. But all in all it was a very fun 4th! Errr… 3rd. We did go to another BBQ at Scotty’s grandpa’s house in Provo on the 4th but thats about it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which I know this is long and everything but why is it so taboo to celebrate the 4th of July on a Sunday for most of Utah? I mean hello… we’re celebrating our freedom along with the fact that we have freedom of religion. I don’t think we’re going to be judged for celebrating our country on a Sunday. I say this might be the one Sunday to party it up!&amp;#160; Maybe leave the parades to Saturday or Monday but anyways… it’s all good. Everyone can do what they want :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Go America! Oh and Happy Birthday to my brother Tyler! He lives in Minnesota so we didn’t get to party but we will when he and Mindy come in a month for Shelly’s wedding!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYs1zDXpvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/4L2xbS3zFJc/s1600-h/P1040552%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8713927634975779761?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8713927634975779761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8713927634975779761&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8713927634975779761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8713927634975779761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-weekend-lots-o-pics.html' title='4th of July weekend. Lots ‘o pics!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TDYssqiZriI/AAAAAAAAAu0/RvWKKqT9iCw/s72-c/P1040517_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2473714532195948859</id><published>2010-07-01T01:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:03:42.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crackberry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; See this cellular device? I had it the whole freaking two years and excuse my language but it was a piece of shit. From the beginning I had to hold down the on button as hard as I could for like 5 minutes before it would turn on, the screen cracked a month into having it, and the buttons would crack and fall of in pieces. Oh and see that whole left side? That use to have the play buttons and such for the music player. So yeah….pretty worthless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TCw9wIpCCuI/AAAAAAAAAug/-68QoA_jlhQ/s1600-h/P1040515%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1040515" border="0" alt="P1040515" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TCw9xL8VRWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IapxSG7Lbzo/P1040515_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="211" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And I have now upgraded to this beauty!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hooray! I can look cool again!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TCw9yshoxkI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yr3d0Ck0fEM/s1600-h/P1040516%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="P1040516" border="0" alt="P1040516" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TCw9zHvPY2I/AAAAAAAAAus/l7HR82SejCE/P1040516_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I called this post crackberry for a reason. I have never been so interested in a phone in my life or even an ipod for that matter. Its just very cool! The other cool thing is that I didn’t have to get a data plan for it. Now usually if you buy it at a T-mobile store, ya do. But I bought mine at&amp;#160; Costco plus it came with a free carrying case, plus a 2nd one you clip on your belt (if you are my dad you do this), along with a bluetooth and car charger. With the mail-in rebate I will have spent $50 on this phone. $20 less than what I spent 2 years ago on the poo phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I seriously have been messing with it all night long. I’ve probably rejected my boys a little but they’ll forgive me. So woot woot! I love my new phone. It’s the bee’s knees. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2473714532195948859?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2473714532195948859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2473714532195948859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2473714532195948859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2473714532195948859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/07/crackberry.html' title='Crackberry.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TCw9xL8VRWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IapxSG7Lbzo/s72-c/P1040515_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3911948137600629394</id><published>2010-06-27T12:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:29:37.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st swim and night of sleeping in the crib.</title><content type='html'>Last week was another first for Rock. He went swimming! Hooooorah! Ok, so he can't really swim yet, but it was his first time in the pool. And I can say it was a success! We went to my SIL Sarah's inlaws house in Holladay. Which we'll be doing many times this summer! I just put a lil swimmer diaper on him, held him up and walked around.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487532956036347346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TCeiJjnLtdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/G4Y-MmPjIHc/s400/1st_swim.jpg" /&gt;He didn't really have any reaction at all. He wasn't cooing and smiling but he wasn't screaming. He just wasn't sure what he thought so he made sqeaking sounds. Rock does that quite a bit. We gave him the nickname Squeaks. I tried putting him in a baby floaty thing but he's still too little. Although he can hold his head up already, he just doesn't know how to control it quite yet so he's a bit of a bobble head! It's funny. Except when he accidentally slams his face into my shoulder. Then it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, he also slept in his crib most of the night last night for the first time. Schweet! It was my first attempt in getting him to do so and he did alright! He just woke up every 3-4 hours to eat which is the norm. However everything after 4:00am was a complete blur because I couldn't fall asleep until then. So when he woke up at 5:30am I was in zombie mode. Thankfully Scotty took over until noon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the alarm went off at 8 to get ready for church my body was too limp, and exhausted to move. So yeah..... we sluffed. 9am church freaking sucks! Thats all I can say. Alright kids- happy sabbath! Enjoy your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3911948137600629394?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3911948137600629394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3911948137600629394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3911948137600629394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3911948137600629394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/06/1st-swim-and-night-of-sleeping-in-crib.html' title='1st swim and night of sleeping in the crib.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TCeiJjnLtdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/G4Y-MmPjIHc/s72-c/1st_swim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4336636717233822618</id><published>2010-06-20T00:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:06:58.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I hate the most about being a mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Baby fingernails. Although very cute on his tiny little fingers, they require the worst thing of all. Clipping. Nooooooooooo!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TB2v-gj83_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/_mceKBVMLEY/s1600-h/babylightandclip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="baby-light-and-clip" border="0" alt="baby-light-and-clip" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TB2wAZXbsXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/98l_aPyi7eQ/babylightandclip_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" height="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first day I brought him home from the hospital they already seemed pretty long so I busted out a fresh new pair of baby clippers. It’s way too scary clipping his tiny little finger nails! It’s too hard to tell if I have a little piece of skin under there just waiting for me to pinch it so it can be his first blood shed ever. When I got to his thumb I started to clip too far down and he screamed. Terrified I dropped the clippers and didn’t cut the nail all the way but I left a little white mark where it was going to be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hello, I’ve done it to myself before and it freaking hurts. If I did it to the babe, I would cringe so bad it would make my teeth hurt. I don’t know why but sometimes that happens… like when I pick up the metal ice cream scoop that gets all chalky in the dishwasher uuuuggg… it’s the worst, makes my teeth ache. But besides cringing I would probably cry because I’d feel so bad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I waited a few more weeks but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it so I had Sarah, Scotty’s sister do it for me since she is pro at it. I meant to have her do it last night while she was babysitting him (we went out together for the first time alone since he’s been born, it was great! Too bad he screamed at Sarah the whole time) but anyways I forgot to ask so I just did it tonight while he was taking a nap on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so nervous! I was literally sweating. I was so scared and my hands kept getting clammy. I was able to cut them a little bit but then I just ended up using one of the tiny files that came in the kit to finish the job. I figured I HAD to do it since he scratched the crap out of his face last night. Sorry bug- I’ll do it sooner next time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alright well this blog is much too long for just being about nail clippage. But it’s true- I hate it more than anything, it suuuucks. If you know an easier way, let me know!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4336636717233822618?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4336636717233822618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4336636717233822618&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4336636717233822618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4336636717233822618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/06/what-i-hate-most-about-being-mom.html' title='What I hate the most about being a mom.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TB2wAZXbsXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/98l_aPyi7eQ/s72-c/babylightandclip_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-7502609613103382567</id><published>2010-06-16T00:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:55:40.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never fully dressed without a smmmiiiiiile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yiggity&lt;/span&gt; yo! Wait... uh... I can't remember what I was going to blog about now. Ah.. my brain. Rock ate it in the womb. Oh well. I'll just make this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day. I cleaned the kitchen, showered and got ready. I know what you're thinking, so what? &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ut here is the cool part. It was all done by noon! So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lookie&lt;/span&gt; look! I finally got a picture of him smiling! He smiles and coos quite a bit now and it is adorable. I had to be a paparazzi and take like 30 picture before I could get him to smile long enough to capture it. But dude- I hate my camera. It sucks. I shall upgrade soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483263973802801298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TBh3iFg2eJI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UaG_O45KH24/s400/1st+smile.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483265631809643298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TBh5CmEfIyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5TGNabBKQAs/s400/sleeper.jpg" /&gt;So Rockwell usually sleeps in this little swing/sleeper deal and it is heaven sent. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looooves&lt;/span&gt; it and sleeps way better. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;! But I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tushie&lt;/span&gt; to the crib very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-7502609613103382567?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/7502609613103382567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=7502609613103382567&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7502609613103382567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7502609613103382567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/06/never-fully-dressed-without.html' title='Never fully dressed without a smmmiiiiiile!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TBh3iFg2eJI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UaG_O45KH24/s72-c/1st+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8066831239465619947</id><published>2010-06-11T01:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:34:51.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with the Sanity-ashians.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Shhhh…. the boys are sleeping. Scotty on my right, Rock on my left in his little swing/sleeper thing. This is a good time to write a blog about what helps me keep my sanity, or things I just really love. List time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Showers. Love love love my shower time. I just get to be alone. I can think in the shower. I think of lots of things in there- most of which I usually forget but I should blog after showering because that is when my mind is the most refreshed. I like it the most when Scotty is home and can take care of Rockwell while I take time for myself. That way I don’t have to worry about listening for him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Napping. On the couch. With the babe sleeping on my chest. He is cozy and I love it when he just zonks out on me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Driving. Again, alone. With whatever cheesy music I want to listen to really loud. Now not all the time but there are days where I just don’t leave the house at all and then I will make up a reason to go to the store at 10pm just so I can drive and enjoy my total of 10-20 minutes of alone time in the car. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Hey I really don’t crave being alone a ton. It’s just that when I am I’m like Wow! This feels really nice! And then after a bit I want be with my boys again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. GLEE. Seriously? I have never had a #1 favorite show where I can watch the episodes over and over and still be entertained. But for some reason, this show just makes my heart happy. Thank you Fox! I bought season 1 of Glee right before I had the baby just so I could put it in my hospital bag. It was on while I got an epidural (i think it was muted though while the guy was in there doing his thing which is good) and then it entertained me while I relaxed. I was a little drugged but I remember at one point my dad being in the room watching it and then saying “Uh… that’s gay.” What? Did you just say that? You’re almost 60, not 16! But I thought it was funny even though blah blah blah it’s not the most politically correct expression. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh man, it’s like 1:30and now I forgot the other things I was going to list. Oh well- there are lots of times for lists! Oh yeah- I went back to work tonight. I was pretty nervous. But it went well and I was happy to be there because I have some good friends that I work with! But I missed my lil guy so much! As soon as I got home I swooped him up and as soon as he recognized it was me he kept smiling a whole bunch awwwwwwwwwww! It flatters every bone in my body to know his tiny little self loves me so much and knows who I am now-a-days. Ok well. My talk of showers makes me want to hurry and go take one. The shower would be even better if it was pouring outside. That way I would open the window while &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;the shower! I love that sound. Goodnight. (Even though I’m sure you are reading this in the morning because you are not dumb like me and don’t sleep when you know you should)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8066831239465619947?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8066831239465619947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8066831239465619947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8066831239465619947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8066831239465619947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/06/keeping-up-with-sanity-ashians.html' title='Keeping up with the Sanity-ashians.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4418925465905398209</id><published>2010-06-03T22:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:58:28.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today we sat outside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAiD5apX4XI/AAAAAAAAAto/7sszI7hQUxo/s1600/outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478773969124843890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAiD5apX4XI/AAAAAAAAAto/7sszI7hQUxo/s400/outside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAiD5KsrCGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/GCvs9jTIfKA/s1600/outside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478773964843714658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAiD5KsrCGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/GCvs9jTIfKA/s400/outside2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock loves being outside! If he is fussy or tired I just take him outside for a minute and he totally relaxes. This is good because I have been in the house quite a bit lately. So today I came home from picking up some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescriptions&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; (he has had really bad migraines for quite awhile now and we went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. today to see what we can do to prevent them) ANYWAY- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; was outside our door with him and wanted to go back in because of his migraine but didn't because it made Rock happy. So I set up some blankets, grabbed a book and hung out with him while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; rested. He just sat in his little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/span&gt; staring at everything and eventually fell asleep once I laid him on his back. Gaaaah...cute kid! He smiles some... but it's usually random and not when we play with him to try and make him smile, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; back patio area that needs to be cleaned up, but once I do I will go out there because it's fenced in and will give us privacy. Perhaps I will be able to even work on a tan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... WOW!! I went outside today! Things are getting pretty out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4418925465905398209?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4418925465905398209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4418925465905398209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4418925465905398209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4418925465905398209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/06/rock-loves-being-outside-if-he-is-fussy.html' title='Today we sat outside.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAiD5apX4XI/AAAAAAAAAto/7sszI7hQUxo/s72-c/outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4301337243873538718</id><published>2010-05-30T22:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:46:46.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogged out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So it feels like each day as I drive, watch TV, or stare at Rock I just think “Ok. I need to blog today. What should I blog about? It should be clever. I don’t want to be the blog where I just post pictures of my baby and say OMG! He is so big! … I need some more substance…what should I do…” But then I remember, who cares right? I mean I’ve never hated looking at people’s babies ever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What am I supposed to do? I stay at home with a baby all day. I feel like I’ve been pretty good about getting out or having friends coming over, so I’m not too cooped up. Then again, my brain is just like baby baby baby! So please forgive me while I get used to getting back to normal but I have spiced it up by adding a baby into the mix. I may have gotten a little boring with my blogging but my dear friends, you can deal right? Good. I knew you would. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ANYWHO- We’re in St.George this weekend. Currently watching Stardust… I’m obviously not paying attention…but the “Star” just told a witch she smells of pee so that’s funny. We’re here to hang out with some family and of course introduce them to Rockwell. I’m loving the warm weather! But it’s sad that I went on a walk with Scotty’s grandma today and she can walk faster than me! Oh man… I totally need to get back in shape, and I think I’m ready! I just need to get going and then keep it up. I would like to run a 5k around July 4th maybe. Anyone want to start out at that with me? Then maybe a 10k… and a half marathon by the end of the summer! Woah… I’m getting way ahead of myself. Baby steps for now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So this kid is already a month old! He is a skinny little turd but he is getting some chub on him finally. Today we caught him sucking his thumb! Busted. Must be my child since I sucked my thumb ‘til I was like 11 or 12. Ridiculous, I know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well I’m done rambling tonight. I’ll be back soon! Here is the most recent pic of the boy: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAM_Mz8qC7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/kyzgWq4boYQ/s1600-h/060%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="060" border="0" alt="060" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAM_Ne3CvxI/AAAAAAAAAtc/0pAEQ9vaHBc/060_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="312" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4301337243873538718?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4301337243873538718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4301337243873538718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4301337243873538718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4301337243873538718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/05/blogged-out.html' title='Blogged out?'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/TAM_Ne3CvxI/AAAAAAAAAtc/0pAEQ9vaHBc/s72-c/060_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5773639214116111492</id><published>2010-05-19T20:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:41:51.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is Rockwell’s Nursery. Everything was sewn by my Mom. The bumpers, the quilt, the curtains… she is amazing! I just feel like it all turned out really cute. My mother in law also took like 8 hours to paint stripes on the wall. What she did was used the same color of paint but in a high gloss next to the eggshell texture of paint. Sadly you can’t see it that well but it does look great! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey I'm getting pretty good at this one hand typing thing. Right now I’m holding a sleeping baby. He’s recognizing me a lot more which makes me feel good :) PS- no we did not name him Rock to match his guitar themed nursery. That would be really corny and stupid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enjoy these visual aids!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShAZ9kgiI/AAAAAAAAAsM/N1j-Pgg5Fzw/s1600-h/Nursery5%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Nursery5" border="0" alt="Nursery5" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShA19N3GI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9nHES8m137A/Nursery5_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="317" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShBJMbQLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M5CA7OspUXQ/s1600-h/Nusery1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Nusery1" border="0" alt="Nusery1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShBgaKY3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/c7IpLUTqm8c/Nusery1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="281" height="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShCGTDd-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/NNLbNwlr4Nc/s1600-h/Nursery4%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Nursery4" border="0" alt="Nursery4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShCXIh0aI/AAAAAAAAAsk/R_mpC9afras/Nursery4_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="317" height="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShCzgW8AI/AAAAAAAAAss/qIJs6VfJg8c/s1600-h/Nursery2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Nursery2" border="0" alt="Nursery2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShDK4IwKI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ml6N2E7SNI8/Nursery2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShDsWrdoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_gDccRfliiA/s1600-h/Nursery3%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Nursery3" border="0" alt="Nursery3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShD182mHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/r96_KcrynuA/Nursery3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="322" height="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-5773639214116111492?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/5773639214116111492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5773639214116111492&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5773639214116111492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5773639214116111492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/05/nursery.html' title='The Nursery'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S_ShA19N3GI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9nHES8m137A/s72-c/Nursery5_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2312149209252822013</id><published>2010-05-12T21:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:31:57.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shmappy Smirthday to me!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today. My friend Katie took me to lunch and then I've pretty much just been hanging out with Scotty and Rock at home all day. I'm just pretty tired today and have been feeling recovery pains and they pretty much suck, but I'm still doing well!  My mom, grandma and sister Emily also came down yesterday and took me to lunch so that was also fun! When we were done I decided the furniture in my living room had to be rearranged so that kept us busy for awhile afterwards too! So... Wow. This blog has just been so profound, I don't want to blow your mind any longer. But of course, here is a picture of me and my cute little child hanging out. I like to do cool stuff to my pictures with Photobucket.com. Happy 23rd Birthday to me, woot! woot!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470591105283184226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S-txoDXQ1mI/AAAAAAAAArc/TZwIVNgybHs/s400/momnrock1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2312149209252822013?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2312149209252822013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2312149209252822013&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2312149209252822013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2312149209252822013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/05/shmappy-smirthday-to-me.html' title='Shmappy Smirthday to me!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S-txoDXQ1mI/AAAAAAAAArc/TZwIVNgybHs/s72-c/momnrock1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8035147214925793266</id><published>2010-05-08T01:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:18:23.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is how it went down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Warning: Longest blog ever.I split it into parts if you need a break from my rambling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So this will be the story of how I finally got this little baby boy out of me. First of all, on the 23rd I went and had a stress test done and the nurse was all like “Just get those contractions a little bit closer and harder and come back when they get there! Because sweetie, if you’re at a 3 and 80% they are not going to send you home.” So I’m thinkin- EASY. Usually they are a lot worse anyways. So after that appt my Mom and I grabbed some breakfast, went to Target, went to the mall blah blah blah… I did lots of walking and standing. So then they were pretty painful so we went back to the hospital, got hooked up to read the contractions and to see if I would dilate past a 3 and nada. Whatever, I knew I wouldn’t dilate more so I was kinda pissed that the nurse made me feel like if I came back later I wouldn’t get sent home. I shouldn’t have listened to her anyways. I was pissed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So then I decided I’d stop trying to get him out and just go with the flow because no one’s advice was working and I was not about to drink castor oil. I didn’t want to be pooing while in labor. Gross. I think the best advice was probably from friend Becky. Just lay around and complain a lot. Done and done. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At about 2am on the 28th I went into the hospital because I was having even stronger pains. I was debating if I should wait til they get worse or wake up Scotty and go to the hospital. From about 12-1:30 I was texting my SIL/BFF Sarah telling her my symptoms. When I decided to go to the hospital and she was too excited she asked to meet us there so I said sure! But of course, went to the hospital and we were there until 4:30 when they told me to go home because I didn’t dilate from a 3 to a 4 within that hour. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Went home frustrated. Slept for 2 hours and then got up for my 40 week appointment with my doctor which Sarah just took me to and Scotty went to work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the appointment she said “Well I think it’s time for this little guy to come out! So go eat a light breakfast so you don’t puke a ton in labor, walk around, get contractions going, then go down to labor and delivery. As long as I can get contractions on the monitor, I’ll keep ya!” So that’s exactly what me and Sarah did. Went to the cafeteria, ate and then I found a stairwell and went up like 6 flight of stairs which was a stupid idea because it didn’t really make them stronger it just made me REALLY sore and tired. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3 (Last part- I swear)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So at 11:00 we headed down to labor and delivery. They got me all hooked up and after about 15 minutes the nurse came back and told me my doctor is going to keep me there. From there they had to start me antibiotic because I had Strep B (a virus in the birth canal that can make the baby really sick if I’m don’t take antibiotic for a few hours before he is born) In this case I had to be on it for 4 hours.&amp;#160; This is where everything speeds up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00pm&lt;/strong&gt; Put an IV in me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:30pm&lt;/strong&gt; Broke my water, called Scotty and told him to get down to the hospital ASAP but apparently he was already on his way because he couldn’t concentrate :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:30pm&lt;/strong&gt; Got a wonderful epidural, the guy who did it was awesome. So glad I did it when I did… it relaxed me so much and I fell asleep on and off&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00pm&lt;/strong&gt; Nurses gave me pitocin to get the contractions closer together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Almost asleep and feeling like a limp noodle when…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:30pm&lt;/strong&gt; Ok girl, it’s time to push! Ahhh! for this part I just had Scotty and my Mom in the room. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:30pm&lt;/strong&gt; My doctor comes in and tells me she has to leave because her husband is waiting for her and she has kids that have to be a mutual and blah blah WHAT? Whatever, I didn’t really mind- not a huge deal to me just as long as I got someone who knew how to deliver a baby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00pm&lt;/strong&gt; STILL PUSHING. So tired but it was so chill in the room. I even joked with nurses between pushes. I was in no pain at all, just exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:35pm&lt;/strong&gt; Uh… where is the doctor that is suppose to help me? She is 20 minutes away? What? Why? The nurses tell the others to get someone quick because I’m not going to last 20 more minutes. So a resident came in to deliver the baby. She was a baby. Looked really young but I had total confidence so I didn’t mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:47pm&lt;/strong&gt; Waaaa! Waaaa! Baby Rockwell is here! I breakdown crying. So happy. So tired. Saw him and melted. Sister came in the room and took awesome pics of him getting weighed and stuff. Love Love Love everywhere- great experience when I was expecting the worst. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There you have it. Even though he poops or pees on me at least once a day while I’m changing him, he is still cute cute cute all the time and so much fun. So my friends, have babies. You’ll be glad you did. Now for pictures from the delivery room by my sister Emily.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S-UPNtmDoyI/AAAAAAAAArA/lC0Bzv_3lzM/s1600-h/birthcollage1%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="birthcollage1" border="0" alt="birthcollage1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S-UPOUQ0O4I/AAAAAAAAArE/YY_O8fLHiks/birthcollage1_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S-UPOzWhjcI/AAAAAAAAArM/MCZhrVj9Ulg/s1600-h/birthcollage2%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="birthcollage2" border="0" alt="birthcollage2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S-UPPv-C1MI/AAAAAAAAArU/iKRedN2VhPo/birthcollage2_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8035147214925793266?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8035147214925793266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8035147214925793266&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8035147214925793266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8035147214925793266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/05/and-this-is-how-it-went-down.html' title='And this is how it went down.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S-UPOUQ0O4I/AAAAAAAAArE/YY_O8fLHiks/s72-c/birthcollage1_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4820349899482098017</id><published>2010-05-03T17:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:36:56.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Rockwell has arrived!</title><content type='html'>Rock finally decided to show up on April 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;- HOORAY! Here are the stats: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrival: 7:47pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 8 lbs 14 oz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Length: 22 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;. No issues or things that need special attention, it's amazing. He is such a good baby, just hangs out and rarely cries. Except when he is hungry but I like hearing his little cry- so cute! The love we have for this little guy is amazing, he's brought so much happiness and it's been the best addition to our lives EVER! I'll post more details about how everything went later but here are some pictures to tie you over!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467268022117550834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S9-jTJ4rSvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/M3cQUaqMjro/s400/P1040238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467267526786139282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S9-i2UodxJI/AAAAAAAAAqA/eLcpCr-mfek/s400/P1040236.JPG" /&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/373691259709239836-4820349899482098017?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4820349899482098017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4820349899482098017&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4820349899482098017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4820349899482098017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/05/baby-rockwell-has-arrived.html' title='Baby Rockwell has arrived!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S9-jTJ4rSvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/M3cQUaqMjro/s72-c/P1040238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4350614827810750851</id><published>2010-04-24T16:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:29:11.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep Beep- Update.</title><content type='html'>I've really been wanting to give updates on my blog but the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection we were stealing doesn't work anymore so I haven't been able to! All I can do is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; from my phone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- just so ya know. No baby. I went to the doctor on Wednesday and she told me my due date was on the 23rd, not the 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I'm like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! If it's sooner I'll take it! But obviously it doesn't matter because it's the 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and here I am with no baby. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boooo&lt;/span&gt;! But I went in for a stress test yesterday and the nurse told me to wait til my contractions got a little harder and closer together and then to come back in. I told her how I would hate to be sent home and she said "Oh honey, if you're at a 3 and 80%, they will not send you home." LIAR! LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my Mom so afterwards, we went to the mall, target, lunch blah blah blah and I walked until I could walk no more because the contractions were making it pretty difficult. So we decided to go back to the hospital. They checked me, I sat there for 2 hours and then they said because I didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilate&lt;/span&gt; in that time I had to go home. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boooooo&lt;/span&gt;.... Which of course, it makes sense, but I was just &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanting to get this show on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I even went on a long hard walk with Sarah, my sister in law, and her little girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sugarhouse&lt;/span&gt; park. I was freaking pushing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; up a huge grassy hill in her stroller and still, nothing! So I've given up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; little tricks at this point. He's going to come when he wants to and trying to do all this crap to speed it up just stresses me out. Nothing is working for me. Not garlic. Not sex. Not hot showers/baths. Not Stairs. I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all. Just waiting. I can't be induced until May 3rd unless something comes up but I PRAY he doesn't wait that long. I also pray for patience. Because um... being 40 weeks pregnant and going about business as usual SUCKS!! Pics will come soon. I'm at the library using &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wifi&lt;/span&gt;. We're getting our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; all hooked up next week- that way I won't feel so disconnected after I have the babe. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4350614827810750851?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4350614827810750851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4350614827810750851&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4350614827810750851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4350614827810750851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/04/beep-beep-update.html' title='Beep Beep- Update.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-392667345170192759</id><published>2010-04-14T21:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:44:33.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out come out wherever you are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; crap. This sucks. I'm done done done. I know you just love reading my 600,000&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; complaint this last month but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... it's my party and I'll cry if I want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460204272406399506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S8aK2znaihI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0qg7fwk3RAA/s400/baby.jpg" /&gt;Ha. This picture was taken by my brother in law Josh. He and Emily took some great pics that turned out really well. This is more of a silly one of course but...yeah. I hate pictures of myself lately because I feel like such a fatty patty at the moment. This too shall pass.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News: Saw my doctor today and I am now at a 3 and 80% effaced. I've been consistently making progress. And the baby's head is a little lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP! News: She also said "I just really have a gut feeling that he's gonna want to come out before next week!" (&lt;em&gt;She better not have jinxed me! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News: Baby boy is still all up in my grill. I can feel his foot in my ribs as we speak. My pelvis feels like it's going to crack when I walk. I'm just sore and ready to have a little baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished packing my hospital bag either. My doctor also scolded me for this. I'm going to finish tonight now that she said she thinks he's going to be here so soon! My mother and sister in law were also kind enough to paint the baby's room for me. It took me way too long to settle on a color but it looks very cute! Still waiting on the effing crib and stuff to get here but I'll put up pictures when it is all done. My mom also finished the amazing quilt and bumper pads. Love them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so glad to see that many of my friends who I keep up with are still keeping up with me! I'm going to start leaving more comments too :) 18? I feel so cool/loved. Oh and my last day at work is on Friday. Phew! So weird but awesome blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited to meet MY little baby. Crazy crazy crazy- I am about to embark into parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably keep you updated lots from now on so check up on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-392667345170192759?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/392667345170192759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=392667345170192759&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/392667345170192759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/392667345170192759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/04/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html' title='Come out come out wherever you are!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S8aK2znaihI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0qg7fwk3RAA/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1740642073523170660</id><published>2010-04-06T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:22:58.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurb!</title><content type='html'>So a few things going on here, let's nip the pregnancy complaints/updates in the bud first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So so sore. It hurts to walk. I just want to lay in bed all day. When I explained this to my my doctor today she just said "Yup! Sounds like you're 37 weeks pregnant!" She's right. My body parts are pulling away from other parts to make room for this REAL human being that wants to come out and have me take care of him. I might be freaking out a little bit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;, really you guys. Doc says my baby can come anytime he wants at this point. I hope he doesn't wait til his due date! I'm so excited to meet him but also&lt;em&gt; SO&lt;/em&gt; ready to get this over with. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am at a 2 and 70% effaced. I know that might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; for some, but I don't mind blurting it out there! We're all women (most of us) so deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmk&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ordered his crib and changing table a few weeks ago. Got them on yesterday. Opened the box and the freaking crib had a ton of scratches and scuffs on it. Yup, not paying for crap. It also didn't match the changing table AT all. Which I guess I shouldn't be too upset about because it's from two different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;manufacturers&lt;/span&gt;. But we decided to return all of it and we got a totally different crib and changing table. At first we were getting cherry wood and then we decided to go with white since the dresser is white. Now everything will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;matchy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;matchy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will all look very cute! The only downside is that the baby may be here before it gets to us but it's not like he'll be sleeping in it right away anyways. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a slacker and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any nursery pics up yet- but I'll get it done. Don't you worry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yup- the doctor said he can come at anytime. I think my ideal date is April 23rd because then I will have been on maternity leave for a week so it gives me sometime to rest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... I know. A girl can dream right? I wish it could go exactly as wished/planned but that never happens in life. So just bring it on! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait- I know this is long but one more thing. If you freaking read my blog I think you should comment because I don't like getting 2 comments. Even if you stalk my blog and don't want me to know you read it, just leave a comment because I will like you for it. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1740642073523170660?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/1740642073523170660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1740642073523170660&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1740642073523170660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1740642073523170660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/04/blurb.html' title='Blurb!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-7895729276340060879</id><published>2010-03-28T23:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:48:08.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I did last week that were cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;So I didn’t write anything last week so I suppose I’ll post a little somesin! I have just 3 weeks left of work so that’s going to be awesome/really weird to just be at home. But I’m really excited! Oh and today is exactly 1 month from my due date (April 28th). And lets see… on Thursday I went to Legally Blonde the Musical at the Capitol Theatre with the ladies of the Stringham fam (except sister in laws Mindy and Emily couldn’t make it. *tear*) anyway, it was really fun! I love going to the Broadway Across America shows because it’s everything like a show in NYC except… not actually in NYC. They rock. Go to one sometime mmmmk? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Earlier that day my sister Emily and her husband Josh were kind enough to use their photog skills on me and took some maternity pics. I haven’t seen what they look like at all, but I’m sure they’ll look radmataz once they do all their sweet editing tricks. Because uh… lets not sugarcoat this my friends- with the stretch marks that have so lovingly graced my belly within the past 5 weeks, I’m gonna need some help from photoshop. Mmmmhummm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;And then on Saturday we celebrated my Grandpa Cobb’s birthday. Here is a picture of my belly shading my dad’s face while he laid in the grass during the little BBQ we had. I took it right as someone made him laugh. Sometimes I have a suddenly loud cackle. Now you know where I get it from! And yes- we BBQ’d in March. It wasn’t bad at all, pretty nice day! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S7A_D4YiE8I/AAAAAAAAApo/BuefvYVGoCU/s1600-h/P1040103%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#006699" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040103" border="0" alt="P1040103" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S7A_ElonoaI/AAAAAAAAAps/Bl9LuIA_-EE/P1040103_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;And Wednesday was Sarah’s birthday (Scotty’s sister and one of my besties since jr.high) This is the balloon that Katie (their 8 yr old sister) got for Sarah. “Have a prrrrrrr-fect Birthday!) Haha- me and Sarah though it was a pretty funny :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I hate cats. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S7A_FLPb5OI/AAAAAAAAApw/rz9YifjW2qU/s1600-h/P1040104%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#006699" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040104" border="0" alt="P1040104" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S7A_F6iHdaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/o4eOPaJKutM/P1040104_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Ok well I’m gonna go now. My back hurts and my belly is hard as a freaking rock and it’s killing me, I have got to lay down. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-7895729276340060879?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/7895729276340060879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=7895729276340060879&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7895729276340060879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7895729276340060879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/03/things-i-did-last-week-that-were-cool.html' title='Things I did last week that were cool.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S7A_ElonoaI/AAAAAAAAAps/Bl9LuIA_-EE/s72-c/P1040103_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4032872277360785075</id><published>2010-03-21T21:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:24:27.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhinitis—what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blaaaah. Pregnancy rhinitis. I have been congested for 3 days, sneezing, sinus pressure, and I have sore throat. Mostly because I can only breathe through my mouth. So I just tried using a neti pot, because last time I did it worked and I liked it. This time however Scotty just heard “Ow! Ow! Ah it hurts! It burns!” he came to see what was up and tried talking to me but while I was trying to clear all the stuff out of my sinuses I swear I went deaf for a moment because I couldn’t hear anything, it was weird. Anywho- blah blah blah you’re probably still wondering what pregnancy rhinitis is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;According to gynob.com it is a very common condition among pregnant women and it occurs when your nasal passages become inflamed. During pregnancy, the high amounts of estrogen in your &lt;a href="http://www.gynob.com/#"&gt;body&lt;/a&gt; can cause the mucus membranes lining your nose to swell leading to irritation, nasal congestion, sneezing and coughing and sometimes, even headaches. The increase in blood levels during pregnancy also causes nasal passages to swell. &lt;strong&gt;Pregnancy rhinitis can last for at least six weeks&lt;/strong&gt; occurring at anytime during your pregnancy and can really make your pregnancy difficult.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Uh… what?! At least 6 weeks?! I’m sorry but if I can’t get rid of this until after the baby is born that will suuuuuck. I need to find ways some ways to feel better because I’ve been taking Sudafed and it doesn’t help at all. Booooo. Let me know if you have any suggestions!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4032872277360785075?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4032872277360785075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4032872277360785075&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4032872277360785075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4032872277360785075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/03/rhinitiswhat.html' title='Rhinitis—what?'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6450299403767154493</id><published>2010-03-18T23:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:46:58.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower for the babe!</title><content type='html'>My super kind Mom and sister Emily threw me a really fun and cute baby shower on Tuesday! My sister is so freaking creative and I, uh... can be? Maybe? But I'm not. I just don't make time for it really- but anyways it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fabuloso&lt;/span&gt; and I just wanted to give a shout out to Em for her awesomeness! I stole the picture below from &lt;a href="http://mrsgifted.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; but you can see more at her if you go visit it! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some great loot for the babe and it was fun to have all the ladies in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; together because it's been awhile! Oh and of course, see the cake? My sister in law Kaylee made that! It turned out so cute, and it was SO TASTY and moist with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt; creme filling.. oh man I'm so mad that I forgot to take some home :( Anyway- thanks again Kaylee!! Sorry I don't really have better pics with people in them and stuff, I need to steal them from Emily because I was too busy to whip out my own camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450213363603649570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S6MMLX-utCI/AAAAAAAAApY/e1o4SWKVwW4/s400/Hollys-shower-decor.jpg" /&gt;Oh wait and this other picture I stole- look at this child! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute. It's my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin's baby. What's even funnier is that they both have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair and he came out with this adorable red hair. He's like a little cartoon. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450216502693962834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S6MPCGALpFI/AAAAAAAAApg/CIxpmrL8sWc/s400/Holly%27s_baby_Shower_(59_of_63).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6450299403767154493?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/6450299403767154493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6450299403767154493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6450299403767154493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6450299403767154493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/03/shower-for-babe.html' title='Shower for the babe!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S6MMLX-utCI/AAAAAAAAApY/e1o4SWKVwW4/s72-c/Hollys-shower-decor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2842334625335925537</id><published>2010-03-11T20:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:44:35.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pointless post. Just for you!</title><content type='html'>Oh hello. My name is Holly and I have become the most boring blogger to ever live. Time to spice it up! All I can talk about is baby this and baby that blah blah blah- but hey! It's a pretty rad thing so I hope you understand. If not, you kinda suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paranoidish&lt;/span&gt; lately. For example, I almost feel like I did or said something to offend a bunch of my friends because it's like no one talks me and I feel left out. OR that's what my brain thinks sometimes because dude.... my friends DO talk to me just as much as I talk to them so... I'm not saying that to make anyone think it's them, I'm just saying it because I know my hormones are all crazy off the wall and I'm all weird about dumb things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in my pregnancy I'm SO tired and I cry so easily and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baaaahh&lt;/span&gt; it sucks. But at least living in a new place has helped me chill out A TON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. It's 9:15 and I freaking forgot to take back the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Redbox&lt;/span&gt; movie again. Blast! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt; but then I just remembered that I'm going to see Legally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; the Musical next week with the ladies of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stringham&lt;/span&gt; family. Probably sounds lame but it's going to be fun, I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt; kids, this has been a pretty pointless blog. Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2842334625335925537?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2842334625335925537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2842334625335925537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2842334625335925537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2842334625335925537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/03/pointless-post-just-for-you.html' title='A pointless post. Just for you!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4041913176283770419</id><published>2010-03-07T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:04:12.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is in the way….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S5STWCLyDtI/AAAAAAAAApM/RKh6pRzWmJk/s1600-h/P1040087%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040087" border="0" alt="P1040087" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S5STW4I5N2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/xBnOpkJhwdU/P1040087_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m pretty huge. Just so ya know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;32.5 Weeks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4041913176283770419?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4041913176283770419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4041913176283770419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4041913176283770419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4041913176283770419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/03/something-is-in-way.html' title='Something is in the way….'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S5STW4I5N2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/xBnOpkJhwdU/s72-c/P1040087_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-486046215221872022</id><published>2010-03-03T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:09:33.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to the doctor today, hopped on the scale and I have gained some nice poundage. However I still plan eating and doing the same stuff I’ve always done. While it’s true that I get and LOVE my junk food cravings, I also eat good stuff to balance it out. Whatever, there is only so much you can do about the whole weight gain thing ya know?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been having new pains that I haven’t felt before so for a minute it freaked be out but I asked my doctor a whole bunch of questions today and she assured me that everything is totally normal and it’s just the baby stretching,pushing and getting bigger. Which duh…. every time I wake up my belly is larger! But she said the baby seems to be doing great and I my pee says that I’m doing everything right and all my levels are perfect. So that makes me glad :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the downside- my feet freaking hurt. I can’t walk around for more than 10 minutes without wanting to sit down. For example, ya know when you go to Lagoon all day long and your feet ache towards the end of the day? That’s me after 10 minutes. Oh AND my back and hips hurt constantly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anywho- 8 more weeks!! Wowza. I’ll put an updated pic up later. I just got done with water aerobics so I look like a wet dog right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-486046215221872022?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/486046215221872022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=486046215221872022&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/486046215221872022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/486046215221872022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/03/32-weeks.html' title='32 Weeks'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-7275351404242991751</id><published>2010-02-27T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:24:48.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally! It’s moving day! Hizzah!! I’m still in bed resting before we have to start the work soon. My wonderful mom came and helped us pack stuff up yesterday and we’re mostly ready to go. Scotty and I took our clothes and shoes over there last night. Holy crap we have so much it’s ridiculous! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, thank you in advance to my kind brothers, parents and friends who are helping us out today. Y’all are the bee’s knees.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, I would like to give the following this about this place the bird. They are as follows:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- People upstairs who drop bowling balls and make tons of loud noise all day even at 12am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- The cars that race along 7200 South in the middle of the night jolting me awake with their loud engines.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-The dust that never seems to go away in this place no matter how well I clean.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-The constant problems with insects such as bed bugs, spiders, ants and box elder bugs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Everything about Apple Honey Apts. in general&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok well I think you all have gotten really sick of me talking about moving and blah blah blah, you get it. I got it. Good. Have a nice weekend!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-7275351404242991751?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/7275351404242991751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=7275351404242991751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7275351404242991751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/7275351404242991751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3554638046173427684</id><published>2010-02-25T08:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:31:11.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy off da hizzy!</title><content type='html'>Very very busy. Maybe too busy. Head might explode. I've only worked like 11 hours this week so far because I've been so busy trying to get other stuff ready. And whats the good part? I haven't packed a single thing. Oh wait &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not good. But we've always been able to get back done in about a day or so because we don't have tons and tons of crap, plus I'm pretty organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our new place last night and started painting. Luckily we had help from our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;, Katie and Danny. I have to finish the rest of it today so it will be dry in time. My mother in law was going to help me but Katie (Scotty's 8 year old sister) is sick so she had to stay with her. Which is totally fine. Now my Mommy is going to come help me. The taping is pretty much taken care of so it shouldn't be too hard. I'm really going to like living in a place with color on the walls. I don't usually blog at 9am. I'm usually sleeping but I've slept really crappy this last week. I think it's because my brain keeps racing with all the million and 1 things I have on my list. I know, I should take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442218708810035106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S4alFOCbb6I/AAAAAAAAAo4/ruG5Vi_jhXU/s320/P1040062.JPG" /&gt;But I did last weekend! The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taysom&lt;/span&gt; ladies (such as mother-in-law, aunts, grandma, sisters, cousin) had a girls &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. We stayed in a hotel Fri-Sun, ate good food, got pedicures, went to a movie, shopped blah blah blah. It was really fun! And even though it was just in Salt Lake it was still nice to "get away". Oh and ya know that show Man vs. Food where he eats huge gross amounts of food in one sitting? I met that guy on the elevator at the hotel. He looked like crap. Probably hungover by food or alcohol. But it was in the AM so I will give him a break. But I was all like "Hey, you're on Man vs. Food right?" he lowered his big sunglasses and gave me a tired "Yes." -- "Cool dude! I like you!" *high five* once the elevator doors opened he got to the exit real fast. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;.. relax Adam. It's not like I'm going to hound you for pictures and autographs, I don't care &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much. But Scotty's aunt met him again later that night when she was making popcorn in the lobby and he was really friendly so I think he just had rough night before. His show is on the Travel Channel so you would think they'd put him in a better place rather than the Hampton. Negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, good good things have been happening and once I get out of this hell hole of an apartment I will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; happy. And the fact that I can't be all organized and nest will no longer haunt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3554638046173427684?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3554638046173427684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3554638046173427684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3554638046173427684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3554638046173427684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/busy-off-da-hizzy.html' title='Busy off da hizzy!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S4alFOCbb6I/AAAAAAAAAo4/ruG5Vi_jhXU/s72-c/P1040062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8406895159958262682</id><published>2010-02-18T21:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:57:23.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt has ended!</title><content type='html'>You guys! We got it the place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sugarhouse&lt;/span&gt;! Well technically the address is Salt Lake City, but we're right next to it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; same diff, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you have no idea how much anxiety I have put myself through lately over this. It feels so good to know that where we are going feels so good and we're so happy about it. Last week I really liked this place in West Jordan and I was ready to sign the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;papes&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; let me know that he really didn't feel good about it. I knew he was right though, I was just ignoring the inkling when I shouldn't have because I just wanted to get it over with. But he talked to me about it, and after a few tears I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday me and Sarah (Scotty's sister) spent the whole entire day hunting for apartments. Pulling over when we saw for rent signs, taking tours, talking to leasing agents at bigger properties etc. There was even a cute place in President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monson's&lt;/span&gt; stake but the lady renting it out seemed really judgemental and snooty (not to me, but just how she talked about how other applicants weren't good enough. She basically told me that she wasn't going to rent it to this one girl because her mom smoked. Her mom wasn't even going to live there. Pretty sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; against the law lady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the end of the day I was exhausted and more frustrated than ever. No luck. I took the next day off and laid on the couch all day. Wednesday I was on the hunt again. I sat up in the morning said a prayer first thing that we could find something that we felt good about and was exactly what we needed. After I that I poured myself some cereal and plopped down in front of the computer and searched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first ad I saw, first place I called (out of about 5 others that morning) When me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; showed up to take a look there was already 2 other couples looking at it. Competition &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;... walked through, everything looked great. Clean. Nice storage. New cabinets. Hookups. Even a private back patio where we could plant a little garden! The guy said he would even let me paint accent walls. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filled out an application and went and got some sushi to calm my nerves (relax kids, it had cooked shrimp in it) Later while I was watching Keeping Up With The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kardashians&lt;/span&gt;, I got the call. He wanted to rent to us! I was surprised he got back to us so soon! But it wasn't a done deal til we signed the papers and gave him a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that today. We have the keys. And I can't wait to move into our quiet little duplex next week! No one above or below us on a clean well maintained property with a landlord who does what he's supposed to. Won-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt;. Also, he mentioned the place had been vacant for over a month and he had over 30 applications for it but he didn't feel good about any of them. So blessed :) I'm such a pessimist. Good thing I have Mr.Optimistic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; to balance me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relieved- and no more complaining from me. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8406895159958262682?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8406895159958262682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8406895159958262682&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8406895159958262682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8406895159958262682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/hunt-has-ended.html' title='The hunt has ended!'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2447596598016446008</id><published>2010-02-17T15:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:45:07.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S3xvOfxCurI/AAAAAAAAAow/VjKvAUFS9aU/s1600-h/30+Weeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439344744792767154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S3xvOfxCurI/AAAAAAAAAow/VjKvAUFS9aU/s400/30+Weeks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 weeks! Holy crap, I'm going to have a baby so soon it blows my mind. He kicks so hard now, it's violent! But I still like him anyway. But at this point I've gotten pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt; and I hate getting up and bending over. But I really can't complain. I've had a very healthy and easy pregnancy thus far so I am grateful for that! We found a place in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sugarhouse&lt;/span&gt; today and we really love. It's fits our needs perfectly and gives us good vibes. Now the guy renting it just has to like us and pick us as the winner. Send happy thoughts our way! I will have nervous breakdown if I have to spend one more day hunting for a place to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we move at the end of the month I can start putting the baby room and stuff together! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yippie&lt;/span&gt;! It will be superb. So yeah- we're really excited for our baby boy we just can't wait to meet him! But he better bake for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/span&gt; 8 more weeks. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; friends, see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2447596598016446008?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2447596598016446008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2447596598016446008&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2447596598016446008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2447596598016446008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/30-weeks.html' title='30 Weeks'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S3xvOfxCurI/AAAAAAAAAow/VjKvAUFS9aU/s72-c/30+Weeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3321244274040993601</id><published>2010-02-14T14:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:10:54.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neckbrace Kiss.</title><content type='html'>In honor of Valentine's Day, and upon request of my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; Marisa, I am going to tell the funny story of our first kiss....and um.. Scotty's first kiss. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; has many different sides to him. He's super funny and silly but then he can also be shy and chill and doesn't say much other times. At his little tender age of 21 he still had sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; virgin lips. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; loser! Just kidding, that's rude :) ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you already know, in 2006 I was in a serious car accident where I pulled out in front of someone going like 45 and got T-boned on the driver's side, therefore breaking my neck. To be fancier, I fractured my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vertebrae&lt;/span&gt;. The same one as Christopher Reeves. Scary! With all freak things that happen to me I'm lucky to be in normal working condition! ANYWAYS- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; was a sweetheart the whole time and even spent the night with me in the hospital the first night when no one in my family could. He also would push me everywhere in my stupid wheelchair or help me with my old lady walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So of course I had this massive, hilarious neck brace on and uh... we still hadn't kissed! Buzz killer. So one night as he dropped me off he was acting all weird and nervous. So I, having more experience with kissing than I probably should have, flat out said "So uh... do you ever think about kissing me?" Shaking in his boots he nodded and said yes. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; because you can!" He nervously leaned in. I &lt;em&gt;wanted &lt;/em&gt;to kinda tilt my head to make his first kiss a little less weirder but can't. My neck is broken. But hey the kiss was a success! It wasn't sloppy, yucky or weird. It was perfect minus the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;neck brace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; later told me he was shaking really bad when he walked back to his car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;... oh dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so happy that was me because it's a funny story. Scotty's first kiss was with a girl in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;neck brace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3321244274040993601?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/3321244274040993601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3321244274040993601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3321244274040993601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3321244274040993601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/neckbrace-kiss.html' title='Neckbrace Kiss.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2870563786833869404</id><published>2010-02-13T21:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:21:27.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>So this post will be about my frustration in finding a place to live. We have to be out of our apartment in 2 weeks from today, something I couldn't be happier about. The only downside is (like I have already complained about a few other times on my blog) we can't frickin find a place to live! We search KSL.com ads every single day in hopes that something will pop up. I need to start finding a different resource. We've also gone to look at several different complexes and none of them seem to meet our needs. Well I was &lt;em&gt;thinking &lt;/em&gt;I found just the right place out in West Jordan this week- but we just have an unsettling feeling about it.  I don't mean to sound cheesy but Heavenly Father must have somewhere else for us in mind but is keeping it suspenseful! I stress out about- it but the only thing I can do is just keep looking and keep the faith that something perfect is going to fall into our laps within the next 14 days. There are a couple of things that piss me off when looking for a place. I made a list of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deposits that are the same amount as rent. Thanks ya greedy a-hole. I totally see why a huge deposit would be necessary- NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pro-rated rent for the month of February. Oh ok... so you want me to pay for the last week of February even though I won't be moving in until the 27th? How 'bout not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People who don't post pictures of the place they are trying to rent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No w/d hookups and swamp coolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Complexes who post pictures of the property with it's stupid little ponds and clubhouse but they don't post pictures of the apartment. At that point I'm sure it's safe to assume that it's shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright- well excuse my language. You know how I am now-a-days. Wish me luck! Oh and PLEASE if you know of anything in Salt Lake County that would be good let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2870563786833869404?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/2870563786833869404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2870563786833869404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2870563786833869404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2870563786833869404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8352717723162474712</id><published>2010-02-07T21:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:53:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28.5 Week Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S2-S_kGMIoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OshnMoe0gRY/s1600-h/28.5+Weeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435724895978529410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S2-S_kGMIoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OshnMoe0gRY/s400/28.5+Weeks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't done a post like this for about a month so I figure it's time for a little update about the belly! First things first. I just got back from a Superbowl party, drank some strawberry lemonade. I need to remember to never ever do that again. HEARTBURN! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Owie&lt;/span&gt;... it sucks. I think the tums are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt; in though, thank goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been doing pretty good, I went to the doctor this past week and everything looks/sounds great. I started doing the water aerobics thing and it rocks- I totally love it. All pregnant ladies should do it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;!  Yoga on the other hand... not so good. Well it's actually just because the DVD I have is super weird. I got it in the used section at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FYE&lt;/span&gt;, but I guess it's from the 90's and the lady wears a turban and makes you chant weird stuff. I'll just do stretches on my own. Thanks though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting harder to do stuff. If I have to bend over and pick up things more than 3 times in a row it totally kills me. It's also annoying trying to shave my legs- it's a task indeed! And then there is the fact that we are moving in less than 3 weeks (don't ask me where I still don't freaking know) and that is going to SUCK to get all packed up and ready. But I am so ready to get the eff out of here, you have no idea. Yesterday some guy visiting our upstairs neighbor parked right behind me blocking us in. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;... not a parking spot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahole&lt;/span&gt;. So I went and told him to move. He asked me if I spoke "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spani&lt;/span&gt;", after saying no he went off... I may assume it was about me but I don't care I hate them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad. Loudest/most obnoxious neighbors ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright.... I'm good...breathe... I need to do some things to get me through this month because it's been so crazy and hard already. March come quickly! That way I can paint baby's room and get that stuff ready :) Way cool. The little man inside me is always kicking and rolling around. I also just started to notice when he hiccups- I like all of it very much. We can't wait to meet him, it's going to be so cool. Oh and just so you know we're not naming him until we see him. We have it down between 2 names that we both love and one is bound to be a match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll tell you what they are I just don't want any stupid comments that are critical. See, I'm not telling you because I want your opinion (we're already set) I'm telling you because I have friends that read and want to know. Plus it's not a secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that, it's either going to be Collins or Rockwell (he'll go by Rock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, love you friends - this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; too long now. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8352717723162474712?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/8352717723162474712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8352717723162474712&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8352717723162474712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8352717723162474712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/285-week-update.html' title='28.5 Week Update'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S2-S_kGMIoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OshnMoe0gRY/s72-c/28.5+Weeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4123778974930250365</id><published>2010-02-01T14:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:58:41.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition! (besides the baby)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S2dNypoojFI/AAAAAAAAAog/_g4yGyWTvgc/s1600-h/newcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433397008010873938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S2dNypoojFI/AAAAAAAAAog/_g4yGyWTvgc/s320/newcar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were able to get rid of both of cars (one of which didn't even run it's such a piece of crap) and get into one that is going to be much better for our growing family! I feel so fortunate because we've never had a nice car like this before. We've always had to deal with something being wrong with a car that needs to be fixed blah blah blah.... I'm happy that we can now drive something reliable and pretty! We've been sharing 1 car since last Spring so it's not a big deal, our schedules work just fine with it. I'd rather share than keep our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POS&lt;/span&gt; 2000 Mazda Protege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways we welcome our 2010 Hyundai Sonata into the family with open arms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4123778974930250365?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4123778974930250365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4123778974930250365&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4123778974930250365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4123778974930250365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/02/new-addition-besides-baby.html' title='New Addition! (besides the baby)'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S2dNypoojFI/AAAAAAAAAog/_g4yGyWTvgc/s72-c/newcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4591502090444556183</id><published>2010-01-25T20:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:28:21.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get physical, physical....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S15i8ZI_RWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wfWqSarb2FU/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430886990335657314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S15i8ZI_RWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wfWqSarb2FU/s320/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think I have done like any real physical activity the whole time I've been pregnant. I'm getting bigger and bigger everyday. Seriously, yesterday between 8:30 am and 10:00 pm my garment top became like an inch too short. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dangit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping it will make the birth/losing weight process afterwards easier if I get a little physical now. So I bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; lady yoga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; and I'm going to start a prenatal aquatics class on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hoping this physical stuff will help me deal with my crazies, because 2 posts earlier I was freaking out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; confronted me today about it and said I just need to chill and go with the flow because this crap causes early babies. I'm also blogging more. You like? I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4591502090444556183?l=www.hollymeetsblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/feeds/4591502090444556183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4591502090444556183&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4591502090444556183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4591502090444556183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hollymeetsblog.com/2010/01/lets-get-physical-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s get physical, physical....'/><author><name>Holly T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SMAonon9n7I/AAAAAAAAANo/L5xrmOORjf8/S220/cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S15i8ZI_RWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wfWqSarb2FU/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4927326563779908820</id><published>2010-01-23T20:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:19:46.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Snatcher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S1vD8SLddFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7Em4SEdfMXY/s1600-h/Baby+Snatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430149216164738130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/S1vD8SLddFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7Em4SEdfMXY/s400/Baby+Snatcher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that baby this woman is holding? Not real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Dad is really into trains and stuff and he is in this club that had this thing set up at a train show at Thanksgiving Point. So me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; decided to go over there with my Mom. But then my parents were taking forever because they were buying up all this stuff since they plan on making a garden railroad along the side of the house this summer. Which should be pretty cool especially since my Dad loves his hobby! But while they were taking forever me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; got really bored and it took us a long time to secretly take this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyways- back to the fake baby. This old lady not only had that baby, but then had a double stroller with like a fake toddler and 2 other babies in it. It was totally weird. And I think it freaked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of little kids out. So we called her the baby snatcher. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; said she kept looking at me. She probably wanted to cut my baby out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Noooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!! So that was funny and I wanted to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Secondly, I got Chinese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;takeout&lt;/span&gt; tonight and the paper inside my little fortune cookie read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooooo&lt;/span&gt; cool! Does that mean I'm going to have the baby on the April 23rd? Which of course would work since my due date is on the 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. But how cool would that be?! I'm going to hang on to this little piece of paper and if it happens I shall frame it because that would mean it's magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Also kind of spooky since my baby ticker currently reads "90 Days" that equals 3 months on the dot! WOW! 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