tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74512536590067572032024-02-07T04:33:59.399-08:00julie & scottjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-41992921432909176292010-10-10T22:23:00.000-07:002010-10-10T22:28:29.072-07:00Badwater Ultramarathon<p>26.2 is long enough for me. And I am almost certain I will never do anything longer. But I still found this inspiring. </p><p><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/08/12/california.badwater.ultramarathon/index.html">http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/08/12/california.badwater.ultramarathon/index.html</a></p>"You run Badwater because there's something in you that wants to get out there, in the middle of nowhere, and think about something. It's a way of freeing yourself, getting back to what I really believe people are supposed to be doing instead of relying so much on a bunch of material crap that only makes us weaker. We are built to run, to cover great distance, for survival sake."jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-4882666875459163102010-10-07T22:54:00.001-07:002010-10-08T22:08:45.385-07:00St George - 2ndNAME: Julie Isaacson<br />EVENT: Marathon<br />DATE: Saturday, 3 October 2010<br />BIB/DIV: 5894 / Women 25-29<br />GUN TIME: 3h:52m:35s<br />CHIP TIME: <strong><span style="color:#000099;"><u>3h:38m:57s (net)</u></span></strong><br />OVERALL: 1088<br />SexPl: 239<br />DivPl:32<br /><br />Do you know what that means?? BOSTON!!! April 18th.<br /><p>It was an emotional and painful ending. Crossing the finished line, I was so sure it was <a href="http://julieandscott2009.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&updated-max=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&max-results=34">last year</a> all over again. </p><p>Warning: some of these photos are not pretty. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550356840282594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgLt3drpx8cUkN4r1PMK5Etqns8jQFKX5GFWSGJph1hqln6h8y9ZTmEBw_ow0n-Sbpd4JUIvaTvKgSynLqVSPQQ46Va3XBSIAbfDcDx-fTHfeCV4kXeXxIUIyEKNYKfif5TCDG4RyFB-w/s320/St+George+Marathon+007.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550364773400546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VJMu5JcZLNcQkwy_H8X1HePxBJZ6CrJXUgug-uC3AHdI4htOdul6Rmc-766n8BGNJBYAc8f7jKnrzMM3vtIyGq-_qWbLt4TFzpHc-cGoK032Coe6GSAoz-x7Iy-cLhDZuTTJAgNY2jSs/s320/St+George+Marathon+008.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550368490135762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRgQ-TtUtqRf_AXv1HR8IcXkgr-BYhoirAmr6lRJYsm649AYeSUgTk_l-FNbPYPpCpus4cDwI6rzP_7Pclsq05ZQzJY7L1bbPvWd9Cih9eqQnhnF3btZra9GEL06JhFAmXLshg5QtD-Lby/s320/St+George+Marathon+009.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550369684652978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMU7BCowtT8z4AMJ_bXPvUNykmWxTKUa5v3xjayWxI4AhK-99eny6YLY4bW6BXeCa4CmUpQEQHoeR3ipDby-gE0BIbSoknvRJCs2GOF-xI-q7l20LKz3nFM5YkiIUqHo8TkTTAxEyXSuap/s320/St+George+Marathon+010.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550378185104706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS-htN-KuM6rwL4fESTx76r9gRr6urpNSxZ8YfZDkBj7D-3EMxvt7XjHXlNEZtQSyu9g6V7deTLpe9e0MX6YjzZ3IHGLGVXdNVBCSxJGgvlf1n8JOGBPNaWAuNhz06oJ7Ol5LRJH3-i_X/s320/St+George+Marathon+012.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525551503308413410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr7ZSKzlhS3Gs0Wbh0jLWB_BlaHoxRlm7YltfKyyFzh1TwuEmHw0Ejb6IGn9riu8WeXzAAaMl-_mF6wZ0AQA2zg_1Ms8lKqiMYGLEmMe0bCj94JwWSjnh5sLHQVfTpCMYbrnwE99bFBQlb/s320/St+George+Marathon+017.JPG" border="0" /> Thanks for taking the pics Em! And thanks Scott, Emily, and Betty for cheering me on at the end.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-88306943217035292042010-09-20T23:12:00.000-07:002010-09-20T23:13:41.970-07:00worth a few minutes<a href="http://mormon.org/people/">http://mormon.org/people/</a>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-59884508853457229002010-09-05T13:41:00.000-07:002010-09-05T13:49:11.061-07:00Creative Idea for Those Old ClothesMy sister sent me this link - creative solution for my old clothes/t-shirts (see post from August 12).<br /><br /><a href="http://lilblueboo.blogspot.com/2010/09/finalists-and-final-vote-lil-blue-boo.html">http://lilblueboo.blogspot.com/2010/09/finalists-and-final-vote-lil-blue-boo.html</a><br /><br />Unfortunately, I'm not sure I have the skills (or the sewing machine) for it.<br />I also don't have kids for it either.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-86004356702538360282010-08-22T07:43:00.000-07:002010-08-22T16:19:41.329-07:00Weight of the WorldSometimes you read/hear things and quickly forget. But others you read/hear and remember always.<br /><br />I heard this in 2001 and have read many times since. The load during college was heavy - and this seemed to help lighten it.<br /><br /><a href="http://speeches.byu.edu/reader/reader.php?id=848&x=46&y=1">http://speeches.byu.edu/reader/reader.php?id=848&x=46&y=1</a><br /><br />"My purpose today is to remind us that we are not involved in a weight-lifting competition to determine whose world weighs the most. Instead, we are involved in the competition of helping others to lift the weight of their world when it becomes unbearable."<br />How:<br />1. Lend a listening ear.<br />2. Look for small things.<br />3. Err on the side of action.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-18397776084262925462010-08-15T22:39:00.000-07:002010-08-15T22:48:53.475-07:00Time to move to plastic?The set had 12 glasses when we got married. We are down to 5. Another broke in the sink again tonight as I was putting dishes away.<br /><br />Mom tried out real glasses when we were growing up - we broke all those and moved back to the plastic ones.<br /><br />Either this is one small step toward simplifying and eliminating excess in our kitchen, or Scott and I will be shifting to plastic sometime in the next few months.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-13622979713855775662010-08-12T23:32:00.000-07:002010-08-13T00:21:39.883-07:00But Will It Make You Happy?I can't find the cord for my camera - There's a lot to share from the last month, but without pictures, it's a bit boring.<br /><br />A friend recommended a great article on Monday about happiness, money, and simplicity - Its called 'But Will It Make You Happy?'<br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/08/business/08consume.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=general&src=me&adxnnlx=1281362407-CcBVGaicBZqwEVIrK9FjWQ">http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/08/business/08consume.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=general&src=me&adxnnlx=1281362407-CcBVGaicBZqwEVIrK9FjWQ</a><br /><br />It came at a timely moment. Just the day before, I'd being feeling so claustrophic in our apartment. After a week in the wide-open spaces, tall trees, and quaint lake town of McCall Idaho, it was hard to come back to our tiny place. I measured it tonight - its less that 500 sq ft.<br /><br />One theme of the article focused on simplifying and decluttering. I dont think I could abide by the '100 Thing Challenge' mentioned in the article--maybe I could, but I'm not sure how I could dress for work, church, running, and fun on such a limited wardrobe--but it is an intriguing concept.<br /><br />So we started with the closet.<br /><br />*** Imagine a large laundray basket heaped high with clothes and shoes spilling over ***<br /><br />It feels better already. Waking up and being able to find just the shirt i want to run in without rummaging through the ones I don't like. Coming back from my run, rushing to get to work and being able to quickly decide what to wear since their are fewer options. And not feeling guilty about not wearing the clothes that need ironing, they aren't among my choices anymore.<br /><br />Its hard to know what to do with it all - as I organized and folded everything, I was struck with the memories. T-shirts from races that I've run - paid for both in money and sweat. That pair of shoes that I wanted and waited 6 months to buy, but I just dont wear tennis shoes often enough to justify keeping a cool blue pair. A nice jacket from Ann Taylor that I spent a lot on and that I thought I would love wearing to work - maybe i wore it 3 times. And other work clothes that I used to wear so often, but dont need with the more relaxed dress code at my current job. <br /><br />It seems hard to just give some of those memories away - and I doubt the running shirts will be lucrative or a fast moving item for the thrift store. I made a t-shirt quilt about 6 years ago. I'm questioning if I need another.<br /><br />Any other ideas?jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-87665884077814805182010-06-24T22:13:00.000-07:002010-06-24T22:21:18.348-07:00Blazing Saddles - Ragnar Relay<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxcnxJrki4TrWv3j_SEU-WHuJ5HIgl94ZPszVk_hE_aJFRVnxSOUeyQpaTiknOzPvnnKB_iAQZEcR7XYh_qFnJF-v9uPlMIiSdKcsgziLx10au7lQUg7Slb8cCt3UqozMd8nTtnIjsNSn/s1600/UTAH_00_1087_large.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486576195057006178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxcnxJrki4TrWv3j_SEU-WHuJ5HIgl94ZPszVk_hE_aJFRVnxSOUeyQpaTiknOzPvnnKB_iAQZEcR7XYh_qFnJF-v9uPlMIiSdKcsgziLx10au7lQUg7Slb8cCt3UqozMd8nTtnIjsNSn/s320/UTAH_00_1087_large.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Alli, Danny, Emily, Me, Mike, Becca</span><br /></p><p align="center">Good times in Van 2!</p>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-66867248282644435912010-06-21T22:13:00.000-07:002010-06-21T22:45:27.375-07:00Happy Dad Day!<p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485468694154172370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOp5KCciC5tIChfbNwqQ7cPTGtBjaAsYDU7bV_kK4KeRkY0187TN1JNkeMTTRXekwy9N4rC7IS4IFUd2-blaZ0AiF6G9EVNk9yd8rjML0Xj7__x8eqo6sGXWB3StOSof5OwuJCo8yMUpz/s320/dad2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Dad Dougall - Fam Reunion Aspen Grove 2004 </span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BCuVdG50SmhxHIdKvAizcf04y_jXZpLtEq9KTfca95jojnIKl3jDRMpZ91wB3VjFwEQEnNvCjqKJkB0cc3rM1BedxX-tUr9G001wiUN-zPO73NlkZ7iEkG203jOaNNPiUnmQn-ULKiex/s1600/IMG00187.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485462218943945842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BCuVdG50SmhxHIdKvAizcf04y_jXZpLtEq9KTfca95jojnIKl3jDRMpZ91wB3VjFwEQEnNvCjqKJkB0cc3rM1BedxX-tUr9G001wiUN-zPO73NlkZ7iEkG203jOaNNPiUnmQn-ULKiex/s320/IMG00187.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dad Isaacon: Christmas 2008 - x-country skiing at donut falls</span></p>Scott and I are blessed with great fathers who have been examples of hard work, tireless service, and devotion to family. Thank you!jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-60938940499161957142010-06-13T21:24:00.000-07:002010-06-13T21:44:59.585-07:00HavasupaiLast year we stayed here.<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWv01eXg1_269jPbt4sIErPH_O2ESWMMIZz1pCtdIz6pZJ2XxU45Hwc26fhDVsTw0Ts917IEedi3R5Sbnim0lWugaAauCLod7nZnwl-V65sXjroO0Q-_UmQwlMgMQt3Iexd1IRiZoqh9a7/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481575427922242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWv01eXg1_269jPbt4sIErPH_O2ESWMMIZz1pCtdIz6pZJ2XxU45Hwc26fhDVsTw0Ts917IEedi3R5Sbnim0lWugaAauCLod7nZnwl-V65sXjroO0Q-_UmQwlMgMQt3Iexd1IRiZoqh9a7/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This year we were here. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWj7nmovPWgrbWfe8_3KROQb3R8p8dB2Zb2zLwsK-wtCLmzhzpOuAfsrojYXWeH1J2qwN6y7wOB7hiJG8hEnJ4ihbjOlQGNtEjjN0sJwDWwIG8bifvP-j2F5kHnJsNOgNFgLj09zbNV_6w/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481588481705410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWj7nmovPWgrbWfe8_3KROQb3R8p8dB2Zb2zLwsK-wtCLmzhzpOuAfsrojYXWeH1J2qwN6y7wOB7hiJG8hEnJ4ihbjOlQGNtEjjN0sJwDWwIG8bifvP-j2F5kHnJsNOgNFgLj09zbNV_6w/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br />Last we went rock climbing here. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtOzI08MPo5qto3JzK9ae1_ZLLftunpgTfU7w5AO96ly1_OTqJVbYo785rjaiidZu6T5ZVdDnsT30hl7qXdpFsn8bhd6JP7WZcrQ4tM8BNfrU8EsuBw8A0QhXASaLUQCrZ9sDQVbwjTXs/s1600/Picture+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482484192179894306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtOzI08MPo5qto3JzK9ae1_ZLLftunpgTfU7w5AO96ly1_OTqJVbYo785rjaiidZu6T5ZVdDnsT30hl7qXdpFsn8bhd6JP7WZcrQ4tM8BNfrU8EsuBw8A0QhXASaLUQCrZ9sDQVbwjTXs/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This year we were rock climbing here. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lbPMQ1eeD1QXxWhZh5kXFmpqOsonfw7VWd3uCk9NZLtNSOhoJK7c-WdEt-a8HWr_NXDIpf4cV57ggLxy1h1IwstfLQbaEI3bCuFcR4roRuyvxorahCdqE4wHmr4dWj-Rl4A1xA3LUSY0/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482484202175982306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lbPMQ1eeD1QXxWhZh5kXFmpqOsonfw7VWd3uCk9NZLtNSOhoJK7c-WdEt-a8HWr_NXDIpf4cV57ggLxy1h1IwstfLQbaEI3bCuFcR4roRuyvxorahCdqE4wHmr4dWj-Rl4A1xA3LUSY0/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last year's waterfall in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJhU-1Q2X2vwxXcu-iRKUHyxmutGjNtSRIBd_Uam8-kOK-DTMxFYWL7FE_wyS4pJhkewlvrwYPUSNWJjQjPF94lMU5QnI43hmcXN38nUBqUZCqBz3CGVUihyphenhyphenXqvl8qC2vYcLssM7nKEkm/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481563170806130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJhU-1Q2X2vwxXcu-iRKUHyxmutGjNtSRIBd_Uam8-kOK-DTMxFYWL7FE_wyS4pJhkewlvrwYPUSNWJjQjPF94lMU5QnI43hmcXN38nUBqUZCqBz3CGVUihyphenhyphenXqvl8qC2vYcLssM7nKEkm/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This year's waterfall in Havasupai, Arizona. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZmGjU0I16LvAJw25KpxDPoVAH5Fva6-QHmk-YfoLiYa5_Xdrno72p6PPNmrSsscIorZaBuUCp6-CSJBu9XDt4BomMvleSAz77AIoXPJCHwR0GtUyYm_dSNvJzMvFoATTF9GGepOm_rZj/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481604745766818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZmGjU0I16LvAJw25KpxDPoVAH5Fva6-QHmk-YfoLiYa5_Xdrno72p6PPNmrSsscIorZaBuUCp6-CSJBu9XDt4BomMvleSAz77AIoXPJCHwR0GtUyYm_dSNvJzMvFoATTF9GGepOm_rZj/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Not quite so comfortable, but still fun to be together. </div><div><br />Happy 1 Year! </div></div></div>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-48194057417286563482010-06-09T21:47:00.000-07:002010-06-09T22:06:31.219-07:00I'm backThought it was about time to post on the blog again, but where do you start after 8 months of not blogging. I scanned through the photos on our camera and picked a favorite from the last 8 months (we don’t take a lot of photos…)<br /><br />So here's a tribute to summer finally being here and one of my favorite things to do during the season!<br /><p></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481003095207784530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJRFxncGkmE06ZT6bzDND0pdhyphenhyphenR9062dPBTqXEOzKSH8QSWsEwe-CcQL6IT8jrqP3WkTnJh7S3Nn8wR8UfQJyqriBu32RrScTsc7iPgWRq4vH5wDkqu1nW9Far1ssrb3MR-g69hKHgq4/s320/Picture_051.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">the isaacson fam at the maverick</span></p><p align="left">Fro Yo at the Maverick! They even had a new flavor this year – Berry Pomegranate. Yum! </p><p>Here’s to a fun summer with lots of trips to the Mav!</p>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-17583170856060323152009-10-04T13:12:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:23:14.202-07:0026.2 miles laterRan St. George yesterday - 3rd marathon, but first time doing St George.<br /><br />Great news is I PR'd and finally broke four hours!<br /><br />Here is the sad news. I signed up for this race with every intention to train better than the last two, to break 4 hours, and maybe even qualify for Boston (qualifying time is 3:40 for someone my age).<br /><br />But training got hard, and my body felt off this last month, so I had been dreading the day and was just trying not to die on this race (that seriously was scotts goodbye when I left on Friday - a big hug and "...just don't die").<br /><br />I was one of the last to cross the start line (I hate starting in a huge pack and getting caught behind so many people). So I knew my chip time would be faster than the clock time, but I didn't know how much faster. I don't run with a watch, and they didn't have a clock until mile 13.<br /><br />I passed the pacer for 4:15 at mile 7. I passed the pacer for 4 hours at mile 14 and I finally caught up to the pacer for 3:50 at mile 25. So I knew I had broken 3:50. And when the <a href="http://results.active.com/pages/searchform.jsp?posted_p=t&sort=convert(p_gun_time)&rsID=84998&lastName=dougall&queryType=arbitrary&page=1&numPerPage=25#hot_links">ClockTime</a> read 3:51:31 when I crossed the finish line, I figured I had run about a 3:45 marathon. And I was really happy about that.<br /><br />And then I got my official time ...<br /><br /><a href="http://results.active.com/pages/searchform.jsp?posted_p=t&sort=convert(p_chip_time)&rsID=84998&lastName=dougall&queryType=arbitrary&page=1&numPerPage=25#hot_links">ChipTime</a> 3:41:32<br /><br />To qualify for Boston you need a time of 3:40:59. I missed it by 33 seconds.<br /><br />I may ask santa for a GPS watch for Christmas.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-45293814141928049482009-09-26T20:42:00.000-07:002009-09-26T20:51:04.822-07:00He's home<div><div>Kent got home today! </div><div> </div><div>He's been serving his mission in Argentina, and he came home to a new sister-in-law.<br /></div><div>Scott's been so excited for the day. And it was sweet to see the reunion.</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOp40bTCIoT-XOwwhPHK23ON-u8sRKISKJx1IG7zVWq28UQxGK5PevynBbvWmMV9XAA84MKuv1i_4uc0_0JeDH2c7MMHrsKrBL8iV5WgkL0IaBBNSASGVS9LOUeKhh67NvHY-ROwaZ1eK6/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988591229168850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOp40bTCIoT-XOwwhPHK23ON-u8sRKISKJx1IG7zVWq28UQxGK5PevynBbvWmMV9XAA84MKuv1i_4uc0_0JeDH2c7MMHrsKrBL8iV5WgkL0IaBBNSASGVS9LOUeKhh67NvHY-ROwaZ1eK6/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div>For all my nephews (and some of my neices) out there who follow the blog, I thought it was touching to see his shoes, all worn and dusty from two years of serving. I hope your shoes look like that too. (except I hope my neices shoes are cuter!)</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBp5vwpDrwn_S7_qf5jpOlznuuzxwmsEArP8vKe9dDY1jUU4BfB5ozanlo2hwxFh4e8IfJHsR4dNPYcCwxVhOMR33TK1HLIODENQpp9XQGTkapOE8em4Zjf8UTxtxfMawNw4V3wp-sLUQ/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988600250033378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBp5vwpDrwn_S7_qf5jpOlznuuzxwmsEArP8vKe9dDY1jUU4BfB5ozanlo2hwxFh4e8IfJHsR4dNPYcCwxVhOMR33TK1HLIODENQpp9XQGTkapOE8em4Zjf8UTxtxfMawNw4V3wp-sLUQ/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-29611687984001289692009-09-26T20:30:00.000-07:002009-09-26T20:42:23.971-07:00Pocatello Weekend<div><div>We took a quick weekend trip to pocatello two weeks ago with the McNabb's, friends from our ward. </div><br /><div>It was so nice to get away!<br /></div><div>We watched football, ate yummy food, watched more football, went on a run, more football, rode horses, football, food, clay pigeon shooting, and football. </div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5mCP7ztP4P4Ahz3l4cleiRz5QBnbG5Hot_PKyeX12Zb58Cx-FPHcNEJjHzh0W80duEWau3MwCFV1gwhxlZ21VUsrhRdTwQDJg_aVL30kjJr7Hm8rbUBudumuKuBvYQQ1SLG09wu4vulI/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385986286912682578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5mCP7ztP4P4Ahz3l4cleiRz5QBnbG5Hot_PKyeX12Zb58Cx-FPHcNEJjHzh0W80duEWau3MwCFV1gwhxlZ21VUsrhRdTwQDJg_aVL30kjJr7Hm8rbUBudumuKuBvYQQ1SLG09wu4vulI/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhoiV1fJpGxi_o00AYvVtv08Y_xD7gUfVYWp6EFaeZlqOqbFHYaZjdwqD8iyUqI60KLNzKYhIwggGOWQufb9oplUSYvsk2zhRXMZQTGZJCuMF-YQICd4hZzc5SAqgBesZFgecB0RJjFM_/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385986716805575410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhoiV1fJpGxi_o00AYvVtv08Y_xD7gUfVYWp6EFaeZlqOqbFHYaZjdwqD8iyUqI60KLNzKYhIwggGOWQufb9oplUSYvsk2zhRXMZQTGZJCuMF-YQICd4hZzc5SAqgBesZFgecB0RJjFM_/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-20649656240088805462009-09-09T20:56:00.001-07:002009-09-09T21:03:03.917-07:00Shopping Carts #3For those who follow my blog, you know shopping carts has been a major posting piece.<br /><br />In case you thought this was a new problem - google maps has it documented on their street view:<br /><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&tab=wl">http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&tab=wl</a><br />Follow the above link, paste this into the space: 555 S 800 E, Salt Lake City, UT 84102, and click on the "street view" photo that pops up.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Good News: Our neighbors just told us you can call Smiths and they will pick up the carts. </span>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-45773569741991167042009-09-09T20:43:00.000-07:002009-09-09T20:55:40.285-07:00100 years or 1000 years. We'll be gone either way.We live in one of the oldest wards in SLC - the Tenth Ward. The meeting house was built in 1873, and later a chapel was built in 1909. We still meet in that chapel; a really neat place if you are ever in town on Sunday. Pipe organ, balcony, stained glass. Not even a basketball court.<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DgS8PWzQeZVJOCE3ubeuksKmh7Cw9hjSNrZN42rDoBLaKPRVQcBGqfv8N5JcLVXnPrV1r-qhI97hvDQLC-19iDXSYH-5bFpZ0Usr4gZezy3RhhIghI2L0q-b7bRTkN4Ivd4LEuNLz-jh/s1600-h/Photo3949.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379681236931628434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DgS8PWzQeZVJOCE3ubeuksKmh7Cw9hjSNrZN42rDoBLaKPRVQcBGqfv8N5JcLVXnPrV1r-qhI97hvDQLC-19iDXSYH-5bFpZ0Usr4gZezy3RhhIghI2L0q-b7bRTkN4Ivd4LEuNLz-jh/s320/Photo3949.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Our ward celebrated the 100 year aniversary of the building and opened the cornerstone and never before opened 100 year-old time capsule on Saturday evening. Part of the celebration included writing letters which will be included in the next time capsule.<br /><br />Sunday's testimony meeting was full of stories from many of the visitors who had come to town for the celebration. I especially loved the woman who, as she was talking about how neat it was to open the time capsule, and how neat it is that we can contribute to the next time capsule, said "And we won't be around when the next time capsule is opened in a hundred years in 3009."<br /><br />Nope, and we probably wont be around in 2109 either. The math can be a little tricky when you're standing in front of a crowd.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-20285052579476597702009-09-02T19:44:00.000-07:002009-09-02T19:54:12.271-07:00Football Part IIScotts is a Cougar. A Utah Cougar. Ever since moving to SLC I've learned that there are Cougars and there are Utah Cougars; ones who grew up among Utah fans and have had to defend the blue and white. And they dont just rise and shout for the Cougars, but for anyone playing against the red and white.<br /><br />I'm a cougar. But an Oregon Cougar. And so when the guy 2 doors down starts for Utah. And when the couple that got married and moved into the ward the same day we did is a walk-on for the Utes, its like I've friends wearing red and white.<br /><br />Scott said he would leave me if I ever cheered for the Utes. Scott calls it the unforgivable sin.<br /><br />I guess we'll have to see how the season shapes up.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-41799341688788748622009-09-02T19:36:00.000-07:002009-09-02T19:44:06.025-07:00"I like football more than you"Those were Scott's exact words about a year ago when we were still dating.<br /><br />Now he meant to say 'I like football more than you do' ... and it took him a second to figure out why I threw a pillow at him. But we still laugh about that comment.<br /><br />And tonight Scott asked me 'do you know what tomorrow is?' He was giddy as he talked about how sweet college football is, and how tomorrow is the start of the season<br /><br />I'm heading to St George for a race tomorrow night. So he can enjoy the 2nd love of his life without his 1st love getting in the way.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-80594275005025637222009-08-25T19:05:00.000-07:002009-08-25T19:35:18.061-07:00Scott Isaacson, almost CPAThis is what I live with everyday -<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzL_r7ULqGaHXQKcYvZ7PXYkUJ_7tjcK6pBkbtGsl4OJSNPjQ_VUnKQP587PARI5tWZ-Yq5cnVSYFp06G8izhU4vtvl5SJ2vigcA9lHK4B4_zLjV2zKMtfTYMXHFxuyjlaJOXravUe9Tq/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374087982601787666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzL_r7ULqGaHXQKcYvZ7PXYkUJ_7tjcK6pBkbtGsl4OJSNPjQ_VUnKQP587PARI5tWZ-Yq5cnVSYFp06G8izhU4vtvl5SJ2vigcA9lHK4B4_zLjV2zKMtfTYMXHFxuyjlaJOXravUe9Tq/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> + scott.<br /><br />He has been living on the couch/lovesac, in front of his computer and books since the day we got home from the cruise over 10 weeks ago.<br /><br />Its like re-living the worst 6 months of my life - 4 yrs ago when I was studying for the CPA.<br /><br />Remember, no cable, no internet. Just his review material and food to keep him entertained.<br /><br />But the results just came in, and his hard work has paid off. He scored a <strong>94% on Financial</strong>, a <strong>99% on Audit</strong>.<br /><br />I'm thrilled. But from an effeciency perspective - HE STUDIED WAY TOO MUCH! I consider a 76% a perfect score. 75% is passing, anything above that is just extra work.<br /><br />From the way he acted when he came home from taking financial, you would have thought he failed. He re-took the test in front of me, scouring his books, looking up answers to all the questions he was unsure about, and groaned with each one.<br /><br />He takes his 3rd test on Thursday. He's still put in a 12 hours today. His new goal - to get 100%.<br /><br />Sometimes I force him to take breaks so we can dream up ways to celebrate. Any suggestions?jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-39487327872349916142009-08-25T18:31:00.000-07:002009-08-25T19:05:02.686-07:00Still living on a college budgetOur small apartment is starting to feel like a home.<br /><br />The piano was moved from my house to the apt, our wedding photos got printed and put in frames, we've got a couch, and a washer and dryer. I think we're set. (Scott thinks we still need to find a TV). And all without opening our wallets.<br /><br />A big thanks to Mark (and his brother) (call Emily if you dont know who Mark is) for his truck, his time, his muscles (he and scott moved the piano, washer, and dryer), and convincing his brother to let us borrow his couch. (pictured in the next post).<br /><br />The washer and dryer appear to be real vintage gems. A friend from my singles ward called and said his neighbor was giving away his old washer and dryer. As long as we beat the company that picks up old appliances, they were ours. For Free. Seemed like a good idea till we saw them...<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3atJJjsVFyVQeBziczKfM9dSAmH5Z4gtrnXoNV-gp_v_8op0KCRWPxqTxhdZD6106ILw87mPbRqu43fWJ9h6nripAeHpJNk7IAXgdGP0zxHsEWo6iDzpp2eVn_x2TNMrvCMVSo3Zd0A5/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374086808808510786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3atJJjsVFyVQeBziczKfM9dSAmH5Z4gtrnXoNV-gp_v_8op0KCRWPxqTxhdZD6106ILw87mPbRqu43fWJ9h6nripAeHpJNk7IAXgdGP0zxHsEWo6iDzpp2eVn_x2TNMrvCMVSo3Zd0A5/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="left">... but Scott tells me they seem to work just fine. (Its nice to have someone help with the laundry while I'm at work).</p>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-25167065944819616462009-07-26T17:46:00.000-07:002009-09-09T20:56:04.561-07:00missed pics from last week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2OoLPUb1gaUgECgz4br-8Xz9RBVykBZmLS1zo0LvrtK8qWSHdK9liFAtyhZJOAY8QVR7mejUq3udwB3Y1JcW8H_B855r_j05zFqvbDvI2mV8mU99HElyX-JyFQvSCEzExCYAG1Yi0mAX/s1600-h/Picture_009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936464127652002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2OoLPUb1gaUgECgz4br-8Xz9RBVykBZmLS1zo0LvrtK8qWSHdK9liFAtyhZJOAY8QVR7mejUq3udwB3Y1JcW8H_B855r_j05zFqvbDvI2mV8mU99HElyX-JyFQvSCEzExCYAG1Yi0mAX/s320/Picture_009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />scott and his hot legs.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5JD1zYJMIzTJoOVq_ybLbErhGFsCysimjkqrEmd6ZdAF2vkt3mdn3Uw2oeBsB8UTpkMmRhlyaewqvgo3t1LeIIgBtqfoDnLaiZPl1Oz2ccsxjzcRpZycDID_tHf8NeqxgR7_ij63m6G7e/s1600-h/Picture_006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936458069148754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5JD1zYJMIzTJoOVq_ybLbErhGFsCysimjkqrEmd6ZdAF2vkt3mdn3Uw2oeBsB8UTpkMmRhlyaewqvgo3t1LeIIgBtqfoDnLaiZPl1Oz2ccsxjzcRpZycDID_tHf8NeqxgR7_ij63m6G7e/s320/Picture_006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />scott snacking on spinach.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1T1ibQsb6gy1zvK2DKARInD28UZmvv73x1AP_UK3nbinUe5DgpNdrBWcgEzd-juw0AQy-UU6FORgpda0-LNHgZy4UWtuxcEZYL43dxojQE8t-GjjrM-DrnsdHvPNDo13dTDOBlnzG8_xQ/s1600-h/Picture_009.jpg"></a></div><div> </div>jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-72153695894640178292009-07-26T17:18:00.000-07:002009-07-26T17:46:07.529-07:00Another Downtown QuirkWhen we moved in, there were 4 shopping carts in our back parking lot. After 6 weeks, I woke up last Sunday and decided it was time to take them home. Smiths is 2 1/2 blocks away, I'm sure it was a funny thing to see on a Sunday morning, but I'm glad to report that they are home safe, as well as another cart I picked up along the way. Later that evening, we even found another one while we were out walking and returned it as well.<br /><br />Scott said I should be careful, living downtown, you never know if you're moving someone's home.<br /><br />All he could do was laugh this morning when we left for church and this was out front.<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPljc4aaSCzCtGboaykiJwfDu8IxYhg5feSyJZIhM51B0utyMwY2_fdRjWjSYLSbmKpLik8rCGpVFtGXgCwX7OYLy40BYwP-nj3ifp8NMtay8tjd30vzGlHX6xuQy2ZpXE-EzAcWOBbxv/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362933189279250978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPljc4aaSCzCtGboaykiJwfDu8IxYhg5feSyJZIhM51B0utyMwY2_fdRjWjSYLSbmKpLik8rCGpVFtGXgCwX7OYLy40BYwP-nj3ifp8NMtay8tjd30vzGlHX6xuQy2ZpXE-EzAcWOBbxv/s200/Picture.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>It's still there.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-71203863100181150182009-07-19T19:50:00.001-07:002009-07-19T19:52:18.337-07:00Urban RoostersI never thought I would live downtown and wake up to a rooster every morning. But we do. (I wish I could record it). Its like we're living in some sort of rural-urban community.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-90546393543393336212009-07-19T19:20:00.000-07:002009-07-19T19:50:02.972-07:00Scott - ismsWe're coming up on 6 weeks now. There haven't been any big suprises, but just a few things that make me laugh.<br /><br />1. Scott sitting in church.<br />He gets hot. All the time. Sundays are the hardest because of the dress pants and shirt. He really sits in sacrament, with his pant legs pulled up to his knees.<br /><br />2. Scott eating vegetables.<br /><br />People think I'm healthy, but nothing compared to the way scott will eat handfuls of raw vegetables - mostly spincah and broccoli.<br /><p>3. Scott making the bed.</p><p>On weekdays, he makes the bed - just for me - about 5 min before i come in the door from work (I caught him one time). </p>4. And a few others, but scott wont let me say. So I'll just say he makes me laugh.<br /><br />(I'm trying to use the internet outside the library. And its struggling. The pictures won't upload - Sad. Maybe I'll add them next week.)jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451253659006757203.post-38222146495074154172009-06-28T20:56:00.000-07:002009-06-28T21:12:32.318-07:00The Simple LifeWe are getting slowly getting settled in. But until then, we are enjoying a simple life.<br /><br />No Table. No Couch. And plastic utensils (we got 2 sets from the wedding, and it took me a bit to decide which to keep. We're using real ones now).<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekuhrRJeVTJAxwnT9jL8N3LaJFYY_HOyjznhZq-JkRPXV4_Dsg1wc464Q3xibEegK2WuRSciahTS7mK-3HK4ayCapK-xqaz4pExjkSEIbWU_WsZH1CwY2uM-jwcIPxuCBgTdqw5FL4SSu/s1600-h/Picture+135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352594888753273522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekuhrRJeVTJAxwnT9jL8N3LaJFYY_HOyjznhZq-JkRPXV4_Dsg1wc464Q3xibEegK2WuRSciahTS7mK-3HK4ayCapK-xqaz4pExjkSEIbWU_WsZH1CwY2uM-jwcIPxuCBgTdqw5FL4SSu/s320/Picture+135.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sunday Dinner with our Make-Shift Table</span></p>Just bought a can opener, new bedding, and a garbage can. I think after 10 years of using the same quilt, I deserved some nice bedding.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVKvW7jeW1J3BHRzcPDLmK3J7gjI-7EGb0qBixuoLHvKMYMVK62KmZWjikmsO4EYQl4UIdHbrRcXChqzmfA8ayf1JdY044GFCEQQCJiN47V7A5J-3V1bGeyUWUCrQTyAEC_pwPPoqZ01P/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352594887585071138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVKvW7jeW1J3BHRzcPDLmK3J7gjI-7EGb0qBixuoLHvKMYMVK62KmZWjikmsO4EYQl4UIdHbrRcXChqzmfA8ayf1JdY044GFCEQQCJiN47V7A5J-3V1bGeyUWUCrQTyAEC_pwPPoqZ01P/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Messy Move-In. I acquired a lot in the three years in my home</span></p>*Anyone need a crock pot. We got 3 from the wedding, I already had one. I was able to return one, can't find where the other two go.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301172570276239781noreply@blogger.com2