<?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-257719739541573669</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:20:05.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Each Other, Together, Forever, and Many other "Er" Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-518473113936820310</id><published>2010-06-11T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:26:26.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA WORLD!</title><content type='html'>WOW! How time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick update that is up-to-date.&lt;br /&gt;We have moved into Davie's parents house.  We are house sitting while davie's parents are on a mission in New York (YEA!!!)  We are loving having a garden and a beautiful yard to plant flowers and pull weeds. secretly chris loves to pull weeds, especially dandylions in grass :) weeeeird!!  For Davie's birthday we set up a projector outside and watch a movie on a big screen.  It was alot of fun to see our friends.  We love them and say "THANK YOU FOR COMING!" Sadie and Buffy also loved having people over.  Motly because they were able to steal any unattended hamburger or hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Chris got a job working at the U of U! :)  She loves it there and is excited to start doing dialysis in the hospital.  The best part is that they will pay half tuition for both of us.  WE ARE VERY EXCITE! :D  Davie is still attending the U and working on is Batchlors degree in Communication, and is Library science degree.  He is even taking classes this summer with his full time job at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we are still looking for a house.  We are being very picky and want to find the perfect house.  We'll have a big house warming party when we get it, so keep your eyes pelled for the invite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-518473113936820310?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/518473113936820310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=518473113936820310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/518473113936820310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/518473113936820310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/06/hola-world.html' title='HOLA WORLD!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-7598530277072299793</id><published>2010-04-19T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:55:41.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys locked in the car. Hey it happens.</title><content type='html'>So Chris and i have been really enjoying our weekly Wednesday night Dates.  We've done some fun stuff, and its been a great thing to look forward to.  This last Wednesday though was a true test for me.&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I invited our friends Dan and Kyli out to eat with us at this great Indian restaurant, The Star of India.  We got there all excited.  I dont know what happened, because I am very good at always checking my pockets before I go anywhere, even getting out of the car.  Well, I parked the car and jumped out with everyone else.  Locked the doors once everyone had left the car, and marched all happy toward the parking exit.  Chris says, umm, is the engine still running? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, acutally, it was.  I had looked the car with the engine running inside a parking garage!  I was almost hysterical.  I couldn't stand it.  Thats when Chris jumped in.  She said, lets call someone to bring something to open the car and we'll go eat while they are getting to the parking lot.  I was way frustrated but agreed.  After I took a few long moments to breathe camly, I relaxed and we had a great evening.  Our friend Will showed up just as we'd finished eating and we opened up the car with these great hot dog roaster rods we have.  Date night saved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-7598530277072299793?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7598530277072299793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=7598530277072299793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7598530277072299793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7598530277072299793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/04/keys-locked-in-car-hey-it-happens.html' title='Keys locked in the car. Hey it happens.'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5817042436656904019</id><published>2010-01-29T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:36:18.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Darkness, and Into ReBlogging</title><content type='html'>So I know that you'll all be impressed, I'm taking the time to break our almost year-long boycott to grace you with my words once again ;)&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone?  (that's an invitation to commment on this post ;)&lt;br /&gt;We are doing super well.  After a grueling 9 month period, our refinance went through and we are now living sweet with a 4.875 percent interest rate on our condo.  Woot Woot... or I guess its actually w00t w00t... (Check the newest edition of the Webster's dictionry.  i'm serious, woot is now officially a part of the English language.  Now we need to work on LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/12/woot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 800px;" src="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/12/woot.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we were able to get our condo refinanced we are buying a house.  We didn't think we'd be jumping in so quick but we found a house, put an offer on it and now we're waiting to here from the bank, since it's a short sale.  Grantsville had better be ready for us, cause we're about to rock their horse owning boots off! (I hear that a lot of people in Grantsville have horses... and boots for that matter)  We offered $93,000 even though it was listed at $124,000 at the time.  What can we say... we're always looking for a steal!  We were the only offer since they put it up for sale in July, so we might pull it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Chris continues to be incredible, amazing, wonderful, and in possesion of that innate ability to always know what I need and have it ready for me.  She made cookies and we took them around to some of the investigators in our ward.  I love Missionary Work!  Anyways, not only did she have the cookies all wrapped up in baggies and with a super inspiration message attatched to them, she had also made me a pizza to eat.  I don't know how she knew I was hungry.. or that I really wanted pizza for that matter... Oh, I forgot to mention, that she pulled all this off while recovering from a back injury from snow boarding.  Yeah, I don't know how she does it either.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, our frined Gigi has a new, much kinder, sweeter, and loving cat friend.  Come on over to meet Leonard (Lenni).  He will then spend the next hour either waiting for you to hold him (I dont recommend this route because he will meow until you pick him up and likely push you over as he pushes against your legs), or he will spend the hour in your lap, or cuddling your neck like a baby.  yeah, he's definately helping with the baby hunger here.  So men, if you are suffering from spousal hypochildhunger then have them come visit Lenni.  She'll be cured instantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/S2N-8BOBFYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rWp4ArvNkmw/s1600-h/Lenni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/S2N-8BOBFYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rWp4ArvNkmw/s320/Lenni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432325145123427714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank everyone for being our buddies, and for those that read this, remember, we asked how you were doing, and we ask that in all seriousness... we are not the kind of people who give off greetings and invitations unsincerly. We are excited to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5817042436656904019?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5817042436656904019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5817042436656904019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5817042436656904019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5817042436656904019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-darkness-and-into-reblogging.html' title='Out of the Darkness, and Into ReBlogging'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/S2N-8BOBFYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rWp4ArvNkmw/s72-c/Lenni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-7461065478463335792</id><published>2009-05-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:37:09.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott!!!</title><content type='html'>First off all i'd like to list a few things we should all be boycotting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart.  They take business from good quality businesses and then give you junk that falls apart when you plug it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star-Kist Tuna.  Nancy Pelosi, with all her great qualities, has taken advantage of her station and made regulations that gives Star-Kist (her husband's business, and a foreign one at that that does not pay U.S. taxes) a huge benefit over American tuna companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks.  You shouldn't be drinking coffee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Liqour Stores.  You shouldn't be drinking alcohol.  Even if you need the antioxidants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford Motor Company.  Apparently they stole the window wiper idea from some inventor and didn't want to give him credit. They also, because they had more influence and money, beat out the steam engine car.  We could be running on water today if that hadn't happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiffy Peabut Butter.  It's just not as good as Adam's Peanut Butter.  (this is a registered fact ;).  Ask Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also now going to boycott (or why can't it be girlcott?) writing in this blog until at least five people sign up as followers.  We are creaing a cult here and we need followers for it to work.  So, we are great... fine and dandy and we would love to MSN you with our webcam...&lt;br /&gt;Until then, You will hear from us again once you sign up.  (Thanks in advance ;) especially to Lizz cause she already signed up).&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la Vista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-7461065478463335792?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7461065478463335792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=7461065478463335792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7461065478463335792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7461065478463335792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/05/boycott.html' title='Boycott!!!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-9079027461058185121</id><published>2009-05-16T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:26:51.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring May Flowers</title><content type='html'>So May has been a month filled with flowers.  At least our house has been filled with flowers.  I got Chris some lilies at the beginning of the month and then she added some purple lilacs from the neighborhood lilac tree. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sg9F4CQzqEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3_S_EiR93t4/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sg9F4CQzqEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3_S_EiR93t4/s200/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336560912439683138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It isn't in anyone's yard so it's flowers are for everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;Then just last night we went late at night and raided another lilac tree, this one is in front of an abandoned building so they aren't getting appreciated enough.  We actually are doing those vain flowers a favor by covering our house with them ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sg9GMth2PYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/f6ivq2jXPkI/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sg9GMth2PYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/f6ivq2jXPkI/s200/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336561267651263874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting Chris flowers for many reasons, and because she is just awesome.  Did you know that she was taking three classes while working full time this semester!  I barely made it with one... so she's cool and the coolest part.... she did great in all of those classes!  I am so stinking proud of her! &lt;br /&gt;So the next time you see Chris, don't feel bad, she's just smarter than you and that's okay.  Just accept it ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-9079027461058185121?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/9079027461058185121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=9079027461058185121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9079027461058185121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9079027461058185121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-showers-bring-may-flowers.html' title='April Showers Bring May Flowers'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sg9F4CQzqEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3_S_EiR93t4/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-9133587545930166146</id><published>2009-04-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:18:23.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...And the Bunny Lays the Eggs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SeO6KZ5qfuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/0wMJ0n1rq5I/s1600-h/3213633852_32d460f41c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SeO6KZ5qfuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/0wMJ0n1rq5I/s320/3213633852_32d460f41c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324303872396263138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter has got to be a chickens favorite holiday.  They lay eggs daily, sometimes when the workers trick them into an 18 hour day they lay more... what a hard life! So I'm impressed that they figured out a way that once a year they get some bunny to lay all thier eggs for them.  Women should learn something from the chickens, make the guys have the babies once a year.  Course then the babies would probably end up in shells for a few weeks and hatch into lizards or something... It sure wouldn't be chocolate goodies...&lt;br /&gt;So we have had a great weekend.  Easter was so fun.  Chris' parents and us went to Delta, watched movies, ate tons of food, rode the 4 wheelers while we watched the insane mayhem of people down at the Little Sahara &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SeO5oVBPGHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xFnC6MjPAJ8/s1600-h/Sand_Mountain_Little_Sahara_Utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SeO5oVBPGHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xFnC6MjPAJ8/s320/Sand_Mountain_Little_Sahara_Utah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324303286970292338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SeO5GGyUxDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/13wqHuOtIFU/s1600-h/Sand_Mountain_Little_Sahara_Utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SeO5GGyUxDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/13wqHuOtIFU/s320/Sand_Mountain_Little_Sahara_Utah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302699034100786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Easter seems to be a huge hit there now, we've thought about selling navajo tacos there next year to make bank...), and we played some baseball!  It was really fun but I think we are all sore today from hitting the ball so much.  I was suprised at myself that once I wasn't as afraid that I was going to line drive the ball at Chris or Carl, I was hitting okay.  I've never been able to hit baseballs before, ask Ty, my friend since childhood that always tried to teach me, but my strike zone seemed to only be above my head....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-9133587545930166146?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/9133587545930166146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=9133587545930166146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9133587545930166146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9133587545930166146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-bunny-lays-eggs.html' title='...And the Bunny Lays the Eggs?'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SeO6KZ5qfuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/0wMJ0n1rq5I/s72-c/3213633852_32d460f41c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-3584982412971316862</id><published>2009-04-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:51:10.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All April Fools</title><content type='html'>So this has been a traumatic and funny day... and Isn't that what it's all about?&lt;br /&gt;So first off all, When I got up to go to work, everyone else had already gone, I discovered that Gigi was gone! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SdQ0rh3S5AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0bEPcIWVh9I/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SdQ0rh3S5AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0bEPcIWVh9I/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319934982260712450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I searched the house and cupboards fifteen times.  Then I searched all the neighborhood and no Gigi! I was panicking so I finally told Chris.  i went to her work to tell her and after i did, she started laughing.  I thought, why is she laughing about Gigi being gone? And then she said, "Good April Fools, Davie..."  But I wasn't joking.  I spent five minutes trying to convince her i wasn't kidding when she finally had to go home and check for herself.  She called and said, "Davie, Gigi's gone!"  And I thought, no you get it.  Nothing bad should ever happen on April 1st cause no one believes it!&lt;br /&gt;Then later I get a picture text of a positive Pregnancy test from Chris.  I just said, you'd better not be joking because I can't handle all these emotions all at once....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SdQ0SYeq4qI/AAAAAAAAAew/Kmys1HJQIcE/s1600-h/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SdQ0SYeq4qI/AAAAAAAAAew/Kmys1HJQIcE/s320/test.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319934550244778658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was about 80% sure she was kidding, but that 20% can really get to you... so I thought of a plan. If she was kidding then I'd get her back, and if she wasn't then i would get bonus points.... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SdQ1n2lmUqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gwMIceFIWtQ/s1600-h/Easter_Lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SdQ1n2lmUqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gwMIceFIWtQ/s320/Easter_Lily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319936018615784098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I took her flowers and a mommy-to-be card to her work and let everyone there know how happy I was to be a Daddy!  Turns out she used a red marker for the Prego Test... and I got her back cause all her coworkers were worried that I'd be mad... but that's not me, I don't get mad, I get even...&lt;br /&gt;Then with the blessing of technology I sent out a facebook message saying that Chris was pregnant, and my family freaked!  They were all so excited it almost hurt to tell them the truth.  Then they said "You're sick.  Funny, but sick..."&lt;br /&gt;So to end the day, I went home, dreading not finding Gigi, when as I got to the house I saw a flicker of movement behind our porch chair.  I checked under the flaps, dreading that I was just imagining things, when there He was!  Gigi was okay!  I took him inside, and after a long snowy day outside, he ate and wanted ten minutes of petting time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy April "Do-Something-You've-Always-Wanted-to-Do-But-Don't-Want-To-Get-In-Trouble-For-It" Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-3584982412971316862?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3584982412971316862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=3584982412971316862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3584982412971316862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3584982412971316862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-all-april-fools.html' title='We&apos;re All April Fools'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SdQ0rh3S5AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0bEPcIWVh9I/s72-c/IMG_0473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-3350965448365144474</id><published>2009-03-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:04:57.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hotel Room</title><content type='html'>So I just wanted to let you all know, Chris rocks this world!  She told me a while back she wanted to faux paint our gray plaid box room. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SchNuc1hw6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/b1HtNDaj6Rk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SchNuc1hw6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/b1HtNDaj6Rk/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316584820520895394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (And this is what it looked like)&lt;br /&gt; I knew she could do it, but even I was awed at how amazing she did it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SchM7-z0UCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Fw29JnT7BPg/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SchM7-z0UCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Fw29JnT7BPg/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316583953467199522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She should go into the business with this.  Can you believe this is the first time she's done it?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SchNJKf92YI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TPzGbVIbKc0/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SchNJKf92YI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TPzGbVIbKc0/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316584179943463298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-3350965448365144474?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3350965448365144474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=3350965448365144474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3350965448365144474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3350965448365144474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-hotel-room.html' title='My Hotel Room'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SchNuc1hw6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/b1HtNDaj6Rk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-2100178662166376972</id><published>2009-03-22T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:38:49.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magical Kingdom</title><content type='html'>This is a Princess story from Chris' Princess party put together by all the guests present.  Each * means a new person is writing, without knowing what story has come before their part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/ScfI_2NZUBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xiyHFRKd33k/s1600-h/3213633852_32d460f41c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/ScfI_2NZUBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xiyHFRKd33k/s320/3213633852_32d460f41c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316438884343173138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Chris was so sick of her magical kingdom. Living in a place of crystal balls and evil sorcerors sounds pretty exciting and all, but not when you have to fix all their messes day in and day out.She decided she had enough...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;She found herself so frustrated that she began pacing back and forth. Huffing and Puffing. But never yelling or screaming. Of course not.  She was a Princess after all. By pacing so much she began wearing out her golden shoes. The golden shoes had been given to her by Countess Von Ukendock and her friend Kyli...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The golden shoes were similar to the guy who drank Red Bull. The golden shoes gave her Wiings.  The magical kingdom was suddenly under attack by the evil Keebler elves. They had burned down the tree and were setting fire to everything! The only thing she could do was put on her magical shoes and fly to give word to other people... and firefighters. Out of the corner of her eye she found one.  The one who would save everyone!...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;He was Lord Farquad! (Princess Fiona just wasn't his type) Yes, to everyone else he was a little on the short side, but so was she!! She knew at once she must meet this amazing man. When she walked up to him the first thing she said was...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"Why haven't you texted me in the last five minuets? I wanted to ask you if you like blue berry flavored bubble gum?"  The Prince told the princess that she was too controlling and needed to chill. Suddenly it become a very surreal moment in which the two passionately fell in love and kissed....&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt; Now the Prince and the princess where confused as to what would happen next when suddenly the fashion designer boasted of his glamorous tights.  At last the source of the magic had been unveiled.  Who knew that such power could come from the britches of a fashion savvy lad...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; But these britches made everything so magical.  While dancing the night away with the beautiful princess, things began forming around them.  While her dress swayed out and sprouted flowers from the ground.  Who knew that not only his britches were powerful but her dress was spectacular and magical...&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows that with powerful britches and a spectacular and magical dress, one could take over the world!  So they went galloping on their noble steeds into the sunset and enjoyed the rest of their powerful lives together. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-2100178662166376972?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2100178662166376972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=2100178662166376972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2100178662166376972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2100178662166376972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/03/magical-kingdom.html' title='The Magical Kingdom'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/ScfI_2NZUBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xiyHFRKd33k/s72-c/3213633852_32d460f41c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-8359136916362069431</id><published>2009-03-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:34:50.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary and a Little Kitty named GiGi</title><content type='html'>So we made it to the Big Number Two! I knew we would but it seems like time has shot by us. I feel like it was just months ago that I was dating this gorgeous and sweet girl I'd met online... but that was close to three years ago now... wow!&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear this, and it makes me proud to hear people still say this, but "we are the cutest couple around." And honey, I know we always will be... I hope it doesn't make people mad that we aren't sharing that title... don't hate me because my wife is beauiful,okay?&lt;br /&gt;So since we've made it a sort of tradition to share our honeymoon/anniversary with someone else (i.e. :honeymoon in Hawaii with Davie's Parents, 1st Anniversary with Chris' parents...) we made sure that we spent a few days with Chris' parents and then fish dinner with our neighbors.  Which both were a blast.  Chris' parents took us out on thier pontoon boat all day and we went fishing (and caught a bunch of 12-14 inchers!), sun bathing, and they even BBQ-ed a steak dinner all on the boat ride.  It was like a special dinner boat for our anniversary! So nice guys!&lt;br /&gt;Then we stayed at the Anniversary Inn in Logan.  It's a lot nicer than the one in Salt Lake but the drive to Logan is not much fun.  Thank goodness we had Edward and Bella to listen to on the way there... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Scb-2j4cGmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/cRM8MUBYBCk/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Scb-2j4cGmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/cRM8MUBYBCk/s200/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316216623455804002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the Aphroite's Court, which was pretty cool and Chris and I have decided we need to model our room so that there is a jacuzzi in it that you can watch T.V. from. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/ScVjaRaNHEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pyNh-B6IfJY/s1600-h/IMG_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/ScVjaRaNHEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pyNh-B6IfJY/s200/IMG_4188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315764238181801026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday.... (and Chris did something awesome... she already started remodeling our room.  She faux painted it and it looks so Cool!  She did such a good job and it was here first time ever doing it like that... I am awed!)&lt;br /&gt;I did something awesome too... I know, it's a new thing for me, but I gave Chris two years ago a pair of white gold rose earrings that she fell in love with.  They were really heavy and one tragic day, one of them disappeared.  Well, I found a guy to make a copy and he did an awesome job!  Well, I presented them to her and she probably would have cried but she kept her composure.  She looks so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home to our new roomate, GiGi.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SccBEk7OJ2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/7O8qD5D86DU/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SccBEk7OJ2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/7O8qD5D86DU/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316219063277332322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now GiGi is our kitty who we rescued from the Grantsville Pound.  He's a nut but he can be real sweet.  Anyways, he's exactly what Chris wanted... and my goal in life is to make sure she always gets exactly what she wants.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, poor GiGi was a boy when we bought him, then we thought he was a girl and he became Princess GiGi, well, then the vet told us that She was a Boy, and now he is Prince GiGi.  Anyways, he's had a hard time finding his identity, but I'm proud to say, he's found himself.  He's also found that I can't stand it when he runs around the house in the middle of the night, so that's exactly what he does... and I get mad, but then he comes and cuddles up and I have to forgive him.. Anyways, I never thought I'd get a cat, I don't really like them, but here I am, Davie, and I'm a Cat Owner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Scb_cXoGEkI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iinrQKo293w/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Scb_cXoGEkI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iinrQKo293w/s200/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316217273001054786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-8359136916362069431?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8359136916362069431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=8359136916362069431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8359136916362069431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8359136916362069431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-anniversary-and-little-kitty-named.html' title='Our Anniversary and a Little Kitty named GiGi'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Scb-2j4cGmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/cRM8MUBYBCk/s72-c/IMG_0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-1212706786228303431</id><published>2009-03-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:52:43.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVA the Robot</title><content type='html'>So we had a teen activity at the library were I work, and we took apart a whole bunch of broken electronics to see what was inside.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SbWdrDoddJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_oemhzCAex4/s1600-h/100_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SbWdrDoddJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_oemhzCAex4/s200/100_0624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311324698588312722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I challenged them to put it back together.  This proved to be a bit more difficult.  Then we made a robot with the parts. They wanted her to be WALL-E but She's a girl cause she's Pink. So then she was named EVA.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SbWddDrji8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/ARumcgie11Q/s1600-h/100_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SbWddDrji8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/ARumcgie11Q/s200/100_0628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311324458083126210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's great.  And she'll clean your floor for you if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-1212706786228303431?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1212706786228303431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=1212706786228303431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1212706786228303431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1212706786228303431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/03/eva-robot.html' title='EVA the Robot'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SbWdrDoddJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_oemhzCAex4/s72-c/100_0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5509871680138025263</id><published>2009-03-03T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:36:23.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Greatest Party Ever"</title><content type='html'>Those words are taken from a friend of ours, Brad, who came to Chris' B-Day Party.  He actually said, "Dear Diary, I just went to the greatest Party ever!"  Yea, it really was that cool!&lt;br /&gt;We had some awesome Games, like Princess Charades and The Princess Relay.  And don't forget the Wicked Witches Curses!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2GqYDLtJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-4xiX7dI1bo/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2GqYDLtJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-4xiX7dI1bo/s320/chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309047598308111506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was just great, all provided for by Colonel Sanders, KFC!  The cake was even better... And Chris made it herself!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2E56wrm9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/FtPt_n4Fwl8/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2E56wrm9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/FtPt_n4Fwl8/s200/chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309045666300533714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had everyone help out to write our own funny princess stories... which will be added shortly...&lt;br /&gt;Then we all were presented to the crowd as Lords, Ladies, and of Course, Princess Chris.&lt;br /&gt;The party looked awesome, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2F-YcNg3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/1hNKs0voCuo/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2F-YcNg3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/1hNKs0voCuo/s200/chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309046842498843506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tasted awesome, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2GIkT2sOI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aKCk89eeZE0/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2GIkT2sOI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aKCk89eeZE0/s200/chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309047017483710690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with all our best friends there, was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5509871680138025263?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5509871680138025263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5509871680138025263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5509871680138025263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5509871680138025263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-party-ever.html' title='&quot;The Greatest Party Ever&quot;'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/Sa2GqYDLtJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-4xiX7dI1bo/s72-c/chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-2409425934856314216</id><published>2009-02-27T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:48:03.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Am a Princess! Chris' Birthday</title><content type='html'>So that is the title of a very cute book you should all read.  it's about a girl who is sure that her real parents are Kings and Queens and they would soon come and give her everything she wanted, including letting her have a pony that lives in her room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SaiJs6GFkII/AAAAAAAAAco/rLhQyVBCp5Y/s1600-h/smile_for_the_camera_by_bri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SaiJs6GFkII/AAAAAAAAAco/rLhQyVBCp5Y/s200/smile_for_the_camera_by_bri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307643565458165890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Today is Chris' Birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite days in the world because I get to spoil the one I love till she can't take anymore!&lt;br /&gt;we are having a Princess Party for her tomorrow and everyone is invited to dress up in formal gowns and suits... and yes, even the guys are excited about this! We are gonna have fun games and good food (from the Colonel Sanders himself!) I can't say enough how very excited I am to do this.  Chris is a real Princess, and she deserves this chance to show her.  I don't know anyone with a sweeter heart and a more giving soul.  And she's gorgeous too, so once Disney writes her story into a movie, Cinderella will have to step down and Princess Chris will take stage as the best Princess of them All!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SaiJFAyqg6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/oFEMUn_MZAU/s1600-h/princess.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SaiJFAyqg6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/oFEMUn_MZAU/s200/princess.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307642880060982178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a present this morning that came in a princess castle bag... inside were all the Princess essentials: a pretty necklace, hair stuff, a Magic Red Apple, and Chocolate Pudding!  Yeah, I covered all the angles!  I don't know who is having more fun with all this... me or Chris.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-2409425934856314216?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2409425934856314216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=2409425934856314216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2409425934856314216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2409425934856314216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-really-am-princess-chris-birthday.html' title='I Really Am a Princess! Chris&apos; Birthday'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SaiJs6GFkII/AAAAAAAAAco/rLhQyVBCp5Y/s72-c/smile_for_the_camera_by_bri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-7240984712602114874</id><published>2009-02-23T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:56:04.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horton Hears a What?</title><content type='html'>Everyone, Meet Katie, such a cute cuddly animal with sweet adorable eyes... who knew she'd make Chris and I laugh so hard?  She is the new owner of my all-timne favorite movie quote, "In my world everyone is a pony and the drink rainbows and poop butterflies"  ha ha ha!  I love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJkaKAIl_Fc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-7240984712602114874?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7240984712602114874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=7240984712602114874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7240984712602114874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7240984712602114874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/02/horton-hears-what.html' title='Horton Hears a What?'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-2509972232347649942</id><published>2009-02-13T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:49:33.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Perry and Other Fruity Things</title><content type='html'>So Chris asked me a while ago to pick between  Katy Perry concert and  Brittney Spears concert.  It was very easy for me to pick, so on Tuesday, February 12, we went and saw Katy Perry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lastheplace.com/images/article-images/1A_2008_WRITERS/Susie_Salva/katy_perry/1%20katie%20perry%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 292px;" src="http://lastheplace.com/images/article-images/1A_2008_WRITERS/Susie_Salva/katy_perry/1%20katie%20perry%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually way fun, especailly to see so many gay guys cheering and singing along to her songs... to be fair, not all of them were gay. I sang to a few...&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun, Katy Perry is nuts.  She had huge blow up fruits all over the stage, but the encore when she came out in a leopard leotard and a blow-up-stick of cherry chapstick... that she wanted everyone to kiss... hilarious really.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the night, as always, was Chris.  She is so gosh darn gorgeous! She went to get a drink for us and all the guys were hitting on her. I felt jealous and proud at the same time.  She is such a babe!&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, yesterday night she did the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me.  She made me a fruit basket bouquet.  It was all great fruit cut in heart shapes and dipped in white and milk chocolate.  I ate so much of it I had to stop myself or I'd end up sick!  It was so awesome and tasty! Chris could do anything she wants, but one thing would definately be an artistic chef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-2509972232347649942?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2509972232347649942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=2509972232347649942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2509972232347649942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2509972232347649942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/02/katy-perry-and-other-fruity-things.html' title='Katy Perry and Other Fruity Things'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4192761809495263184</id><published>2009-02-13T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:51:10.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Jokes</title><content type='html'>This is mainly for Carl and Nancy, since they aren't going to get to hear my holiday joke song this time.  Just imagine the jokes set to music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics-illustrations.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/bsilvia_grunge_hearts_brushes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://graphics-illustrations.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/bsilvia_grunge_hearts_brushes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do valentines have hearts on them? &lt;br /&gt;Because spleens would look pretty gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did one light bulb say to the other? &lt;br /&gt;“I love you a whole watt!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t Cupid shoot his arrow at the lawyer’s heart? &lt;br /&gt;Because even Cupid can’t hit a target that small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A: Do skunks celebrate Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;B: Sure, they're very scent-imental! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A: Why is lettuce the most loving vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;B: Because it's all heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, man standing at the counter placing "Love" stamps on red envelopes with hearts all over them. Then he takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying  all over them.&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes up to the man and asks him what he is doing. The man says,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sending out 2,000 Valentine cards signed, 'Guess who?'"&lt;br /&gt;But why?" asks the boy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a divorce lawyer, "the man said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did the boy octopus say to the girl octopus?&lt;br /&gt;Can I hold your hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A young woman was taking an afternoon nap. After she woke up, she told her husband, "I just dreamed that you gave me a golden ring for Valentine's day. What do you think it means?"&lt;br /&gt;You'll know tonight." he answered&lt;br /&gt;That evening, the man came home with a small box and gave it to his wife. She opened it and find a book entitled "The meaning of dreams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and give her a house."&lt;br /&gt;Groucho Marx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did one oar say to the other? &lt;br /&gt;"Can I interest you in a little row-mance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you kiss a dragon? &lt;br /&gt;Third degree burns! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the romance in the tropical fish tank? &lt;br /&gt;It was a case of guppy love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call two birds in love? &lt;br /&gt;Tweethearts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the painter say to her boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;"I love you with all my art!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the man with the broken leg say to his nurse?&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a crutch on you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do farmers give their wives on Valentine’s Day?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hogs and Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did Frankenstein say to his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;A: “Be my valenstein!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: “I can’t be your valentine for medical reasons.”&lt;br /&gt;Boy: “Really?”&lt;br /&gt;Girl: “Yeah, you make me sick!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a very small valentine?&lt;br /&gt;A: A valentiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you get if you crossed a dog&lt;br /&gt;with a valentine card?&lt;br /&gt;A card that says, “I love you drool-ly!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the paper clip say to the magnet on Valentine’s Day?&lt;br /&gt;“I find you very attractive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did one melon say to the other melon on Valentines day?&lt;br /&gt;A: It’s a pity we cantaloupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What did the mushroom say to her Valentine's date?&lt;br /&gt;A:He's a fungi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day (val*en*tinez dae) n. A day when you have dreams of a&lt;br /&gt;candlelight dinner, diamonds, and romance, but consider yourself lucky&lt;br /&gt;to get a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “A Redneck Valentine”&lt;br /&gt;Yore hair is like cornsilk,&lt;br /&gt;A-flapping in the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Softer than Blue's,&lt;br /&gt;And without all them fleas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4192761809495263184?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4192761809495263184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4192761809495263184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4192761809495263184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4192761809495263184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-jokes.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Jokes'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-8192835220203583974</id><published>2009-02-10T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:25:08.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Asian Chef</title><content type='html'>So Chris has many talents.  She showed off one of them the other day by making this amazing Chineses Vegtable Soup and fried rice.  It tasted just like the soup that we had bought at this nice Chinese Restaurant, Chopsticks.  I was impressed, it was sooo good. It was a great late night dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to make it up to her by getting a sweet Valentines together... we'll see if I can impress her as much as she always impresses me... We'll just have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-8192835220203583974?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8192835220203583974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=8192835220203583974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8192835220203583974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8192835220203583974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-asian-chef.html' title='My Little Asian Chef'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5646188598789533078</id><published>2009-01-22T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:28:09.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas, Baby!</title><content type='html'>So we spent the weekend in the City of SIN.  And I haven't had so much fun on a vacation in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;So last Monday Chris and I realized we had the weekend off together and it was a 3 day weekend, and whadya think we did, shouted "Vegas Baby!"  Well, actually not quite like that but then we called up Carl and Nancy and asked what they were doing... "Well, we have a three day weekend too, Vegas?"  &lt;br /&gt;And so we all gathered early Saturday morning and drove to Vegas to be at the swap meet by 9 AM.  We actually got there almost right on time, which is a big deal, and we got straight to work finding a place to park in this overly crowded swap meet.  Nancy jumped out and stood in a spot right by the entrance (which we had every place place went went) and as we pulled around to get in a Hispanic guy tried to run her over.  She held her ground and he said "I know what you're doing Lady" in his Hispanic accent.  We used that phrase hundreds of times the entire trip.  Amazing how many ways you can use it... well, we bought cool stuff, Wii games and a SawzzzzzzzAll ;).  I'm already addicted to one of the games...&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to our hotel Sahara (and we got to stay in our very own room for only $38 a night!).&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out on the town... and oh boy did we have fun!  We took the Monorail all over... to Paris, and then Treasure Island.   &lt;br /&gt;Which the show is not pretty much a strip tease... &lt;br /&gt;and then over to the Mirage to see the Volcano...&lt;br /&gt;And then we walked over to the Bellagio and saw the 24 ft Chocolate Fountain....&lt;br /&gt;And the Awesome Garden Conservatory....&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw the Bellagio Fountains, and check out the view!  Is there anything more magical than this?&lt;br /&gt;We slept in the next day as Chris' parents visited a timeshare for us all and got us great tickets!  Way Cool you guys!  That night we saw the Variety Show that they got tickets for and a free buffet.  The show was so great!  It had everything from comedians, to magicians, to contortionists, to Hispanics!  What a deal!  We all loved it.  And then afterwards we went to Fremont Street.&lt;br /&gt;It was soo cool!  Chris and I got to be interviewed on the "big screen" that spans the street!  Who else has got to do that?!  &lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a tummbler show...&lt;br /&gt;And then three guys jumped on thier motocross bikes and cruized inside a globe cage together.  I don't think Chris has every been more scared for someones life before...&lt;br /&gt;The best part of all was when they turned the lights off and put the nightly show up on the cieling.  It was a tribute to Queen and Carl sang along with all his heart, "We Will, We Will, Rock You!"&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Monday, we wandered around the MGM theaters and found this cool dealio moving projected picture on the ground that reacts when you step on it.  With bubbles and sparkles flying everywhere around my feet, I could have played on it for hours! Then we saw the lion exhibit and you can actually walk under the lions as they sleep inches from your head.&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove on home, finding that we missed Salt Lake and Delta.  We stopped in Mesquite to buffet again, but Mesquite is not so cool, so onward to St. George.  And to be honest, Utah buffets beat anything Vegas had to offer.  It was Lucky Buffet and the Ribs were sooo great!&lt;br /&gt;We're home now and I love it, but Chris and I are already planning another three vacations this year.  I mean, hey, life is short, We're gonna spend the money so why not spend it on something that we'll remember for the rest of our lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5646188598789533078?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5646188598789533078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5646188598789533078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5646188598789533078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5646188598789533078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/01/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas, Baby!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-7907731218504333343</id><published>2008-12-26T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:24:02.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Time!</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas Time! It's a Holiday with Christ's Name and Chris' Name all in one, What a Day!&lt;br /&gt;So we have Had a great Christmas Time. It might run a whole in our pockets, but it is always worth it ;).  First off, we've been wanting to do Sub-for-Santa for someone we know, but the family we were planning on, seems to have moved away without telling anyone.  So we had to figure something else out.  Then it hit us! Not literally, please calm down, we're all okay, even though the snow is higher than the car tires... but I digress... so there is a young single mom who is interested in the Church, and has been listening to the misisonaries.  Her boyfriend took off, leaving her alone with a little toddler with awesome Einstein hair and another baby due in January.  She didn't have a job, so Christmas was going to be tough.  Well, Chris, with her heart of gold, headed out and did the thing she does best. She made the day of someone downtrodden! She bought all these great gifts for all of them, and she probably spent more on them than all our gifts together. And Chris was so contagious in her serving others, that I don't even care.  It's so exciting to think about what thier surprise was like and thier faces on Christmas Day.  We were probably as excited as they were.  &lt;br /&gt;Now on to our Christmas in Delta, my first. It was fun!  I have never had a bad day in Delta.  It's like it's a different, calmer world.  &lt;br /&gt;So Christmas was great! Everyone, Carl, Nancy, Chris, Deb and Chris all sat around and humored me as I read them a silly Christmas stroy about a Lump of Coal, and then I sang a stupid song that I wish I could take back, about a guy who Loves Santa a bit too Much.  But I had fun, and I think they did too.  Then we slept and woke up to Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;So Paiton was hilarious the whole time.  She's a fun little girl.  I loved how she would get into her commanding posture and say something like, "Get in here bubba!" And then opening all the presents was fun.  Chris and I spoiled each other this year.  We got tons of stuff for each other.  I now have some new Crocs, (my others actually have holes all the way through them.  It makes for a very personal walk with nature.  It's like I'm barefoot, but wearing shoes) and my DVD collection has now doubled, and I was super surprised to open up Batman Legos for the Wii!  I love that game and she had said it was sold out. So what a surprise to open it up.  That was all I really wanted.  And then I gave her some jewelry, a tea set and cake stand, a black Santa (which was very unique and cool) and the first two seasons of John and Kate plus eight. We both had quite the Christmas!  It's hard to go back to work now.  Having time off together is way better than having to work apart. (Wow, that's a new revelation if ever I heard one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-7907731218504333343?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7907731218504333343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=7907731218504333343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7907731218504333343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7907731218504333343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-time.html' title='Merry Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4147151177635845068</id><published>2008-12-16T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:22:13.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Graduation Thing Is Great. Everyone Should Really Get on This Train</title><content type='html'>If I had known that I was going to be treated like a king when I finally got my Associates, I'd have done it a long time ago ;).  Yes, I feel like royalty after the way Chris treated me last night.&lt;br /&gt;So first of all, you must understand that I have been pretty worried about how my last class, StatiscticS.  I am terrible at math, and this class really showed me how terrible.  So when Chris and I looked up our fianl grades, I was a wreck with worry.  Chris did wonderfully, which goes without saying, she's wonderful.  Then my turn, and I thought I was in for some bad news.  When I saw that I passed, it took a sec to sink in and then I jumped up and hugged Chris so hard!  I am finally done with my Associates!  Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I was really grateful to see that Chris made this "event" such a big deal.  She went and told everyone I graduated (even before it was offical, but she believed in me, which is so huge) and Chris' parents sent me a great card (the only one actually) and then we are going to celebrate with my parents, and Chris' if they can at Porters Place.  &lt;br /&gt;And to treat me like a king, Chris took me out to dinner, wherever I wanted.  I picked Sizzlers, which was great, and I'm having left over left overs.  Dinner was great, and then she had a gift all wrapped up for me!  I didn't expect a gift, but there it was.  I opened it up,all giddy, and found Mario Cart for the Wii!  I love that game! And we went home and played it for a while before we had to go to bed.  It was so cool of Chris to do all that for me.  I really appreciated how much she "pampered" and supported me.  Thanks babes. (pictures to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk0tIvdZYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Se2pI7ICbow/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk0tIvdZYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Se2pI7ICbow/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280809988113917314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk1A07qBXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UcSbe6rW2mc/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk1A07qBXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UcSbe6rW2mc/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280810326393750898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4147151177635845068?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4147151177635845068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4147151177635845068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4147151177635845068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4147151177635845068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-graduation-thing-you-should-really.html' title='This Graduation Thing Is Great. Everyone Should Really Get on This Train'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk0tIvdZYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Se2pI7ICbow/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-767761526501445492</id><published>2008-12-16T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:27:14.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Davie Claus</title><content type='html'>So I got to play Santa Claus for the Hispanic kids in one of our Library Out Reach Programs.  It was great. I make a mean and albiet young Santa!  &lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was the huge smiles all the kids had.  One girl gave me at least 12 hugs.  One older boy came and asked me, are you real?  I didn't want to break it to him, so I just said, "What do you think?"  He walked away with that question rolling around in his head.&lt;br /&gt;Being Santa was great.  I've played a few characters now for the library, The Cat in the Hat being one of them, but the cool part about Santa is you get to talk, not just walk around.  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk2Vqf_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YoHc7qxsXsk/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk2Vqf_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YoHc7qxsXsk/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280811783882237010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk12JP4YbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/extGcr187B0/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk12JP4YbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/extGcr187B0/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280811242380353970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-767761526501445492?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/767761526501445492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=767761526501445492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/767761526501445492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/767761526501445492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/12/davie-claus.html' title='Davie Claus'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUk2Vqf_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YoHc7qxsXsk/s72-c/IMG_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4616230594879477489</id><published>2008-12-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:28:27.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry "Chris" Mas</title><content type='html'>So if you were wondering, I love Chris.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad they made a Holiday About having more of her. (Mas in Spanish means more).  Whenever I hear "Merry Christmas" it reminds me of our first Christmas together, when we were dating and my friends were always pushing me to "marry the girl already."  And my friend Brad actually said something that always sticks with me everyt Christmas.  Say Merry Christmas a few times... go ahead.  Try it........................... Done?  Yeah, when you say it over and over again it becomes Must Marry Chris Must Marry Chris. Jesus changed his birthday party just for me to get the hint. Needless to say, I'm glad I listened.&lt;br /&gt;So we've been having some fun Christmas happenings.  &lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving we gave my sister Kristen and her kids an early Christmas.  We got Chris' parents to help us make some blocks for them.  It was tons of work, but they loved them.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSIZ0PE2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_yvQCIJFk6s/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSIZ0PE2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_yvQCIJFk6s/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590542577341282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSH4UsM7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/hZbCQdT8amY/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSH4UsM7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/hZbCQdT8amY/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590533586662322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSHel5rfI/AAAAAAAAAas/SM1UySpw1mk/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSHel5rfI/AAAAAAAAAas/SM1UySpw1mk/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590526679526898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSHCNHwVI/AAAAAAAAAak/mlydRkXcw2A/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSHCNHwVI/AAAAAAAAAak/mlydRkXcw2A/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590519059398994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nancy had her Birthday here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFTWjSnoyI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dgbhvRjWH_w/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFTWjSnoyI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dgbhvRjWH_w/s200/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591885150495522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFTXSs39xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/BeFSJljo31k/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFTXSs39xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/BeFSJljo31k/s200/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591897877083922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But mainly, we loved putting up our Christmas tree.  Thanks Nancy and Carl. That was really nice of you Carl to drive all the way up here just to drop it off.  We put on Christmas music and decorated it and the house.  It's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFUYxWHn2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HNOQge0MCv8/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFUYxWHn2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HNOQge0MCv8/s200/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278593022794637154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFUYrkEytI/AAAAAAAAAbc/y53zPAtOkMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFUYrkEytI/AAAAAAAAAbc/y53zPAtOkMQ/s200/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278593021242559186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFUYBwJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3U-3fCQwISw/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFUYBwJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3U-3fCQwISw/s200/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278593010018940210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Deb and Paiton stayed with us. Chris and I (especially Chris) loved having a little person to spoil and play with in the house.  Yeah, I think we are set on foster parenting now. So thanks for staying with us, and please come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4616230594879477489?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4616230594879477489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4616230594879477489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4616230594879477489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4616230594879477489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-chris-mas.html' title='Merry &quot;Chris&quot; Mas'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFSIZ0PE2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_yvQCIJFk6s/s72-c/IMG_0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-859166083989208899</id><published>2008-11-30T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:35:09.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Only Believe in Eating Turkey in Bulk</title><content type='html'>So this year was awesome!  We got to eat Thanksgiving dinner Three Times!  I love being married and having in-laws!&lt;br /&gt;Our first Thanksgiving Dinner was set up by us the week before.  We rented out our club house and had a great Ham Thanksgiving Pot Luck with all our neighbors.  It was soooo good and playing games with everyone was great.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a great time down in Delta.  Thanksgiving dinner was sooo good again, and since it was just a few of us, there was "limitless amounts of food".  My favorite phrase.  My favorite thing though was the 4x4ing.  I have to admit, I didn't realize I'd have that much fun.  But it was way Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA7kj_Y_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/UrvhHM50308/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA7kj_Y_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/UrvhHM50308/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571630426022898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA8mr8XXI/AAAAAAAAAac/cIqqSRROHZg/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA8mr8XXI/AAAAAAAAAac/cIqqSRROHZg/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571648176119154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA8RN90fI/AAAAAAAAAaU/h67n6MqVoZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA8RN90fI/AAAAAAAAAaU/h67n6MqVoZ4/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571642413240818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA728zP4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NtBdf2g7mC4/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA728zP4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NtBdf2g7mC4/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571635361922946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate Turkey dinner and ham at my parents house.  All the family came and so there was a million little mouths all wanting to be fed.  Chris, the saint that she is, was honestly going around the table like a mother bird and feeding all the little mouths.  She's the best.  Thanksgiving was so much fun.  &lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like its okay to listen to Christmas music. I have a theory I'm going to try next Halloween.  I wonder if I have a huge Turkey binge on Halloween I'll feel like it's okay to listen to Christmas music... maybe even in July....&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-859166083989208899?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/859166083989208899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=859166083989208899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/859166083989208899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/859166083989208899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-only-believe-in-eating-turkey-in-bulk.html' title='I Only Believe in Eating Turkey in Bulk'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SUFA7kj_Y_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/UrvhHM50308/s72-c/IMG_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-7385780040988069422</id><published>2008-11-04T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:57:35.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of the Silver Bullet</title><content type='html'>So Halloween has been great the past few years with Chris.  The first year we were just barely dating and she, my brother, and I set up a spook alley in front of my parents house.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SRCH9BoUbOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/D1omODby_1U/s1600-h/ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SRCH9BoUbOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/D1omODby_1U/s320/ww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264857446875426018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed like a stuffed dummy and sat down next to an exact replica of my dummy, and you couldn't see the difference.  A bowl of candy was between us and the kids had to come and get it.  When they went to pick up some candy, I'd suddenly move and grab it from them.  It scared those kids all the way across the yard!&lt;br /&gt;And last year we had an awesome fun party with tons of our friends over at our house and we had pumpkin carving and cookies and made up stories and stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, this year, we had the coolest party of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SRCHjsPiQgI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6lL5yao1c9I/s1600-h/ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SRCHjsPiQgI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6lL5yao1c9I/s320/ww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264857011637600770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our good friends Kyli and Dan, Ben and his fiance Anne, Quynn and Chelsea, and ourselves over and had a Mystery Theme Dinner.  Each of us dressed as a character in this Sherlock Holmes Mystery.  I was Jose Pinto, Latin Lover, and Chris was Chastity Darling, seductive witch/vamp.  (She was gorgeous as the pictures show ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SRCJiXhUxjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FnR242GUhIY/s1600-h/ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SRCJiXhUxjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FnR242GUhIY/s400/ww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264859187918456370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chris prepared this awesome dinner with each our own Cornish hen, a beef stew, salad, rolls, and for dessert - baked cinnamon apples!  It was a 20 on a 10 scale!  Sooooo good!.  Everyone loved it. And then the mystery began.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone played thier part throughout the dinner, and all were dressed perfectly for the parts.  We began our quest to discover the murderer of my sweet sister Maria.  There was all sorts of twists and side stories that we had a hard time deciding if there was anyone who didn't do it.  They all had motives!  Then at the end we sat around deciding "who done it".  And we thought up these grand scemes and surprisingly we each were sure that we were the ones who'd done it... my sceme involved four people and a scene from Zorro..... Anyways, it turns out Chelsea did it.  Who knew?  Anyways, the party was the best party of the century.  Chris is a wonderful hostess and things are always sooo fun with her. We're hoping to trade our mystery party game for a new one on KSL and do this again it was sooo awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-7385780040988069422?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7385780040988069422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=7385780040988069422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7385780040988069422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7385780040988069422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/11/mystery-of-silver-bullet.html' title='The Mystery of the Silver Bullet'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SRCH9BoUbOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/D1omODby_1U/s72-c/ww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5409531599051980986</id><published>2008-10-26T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:32:35.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>? - 1999 yearbook pictures of CHRIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSM0_TYerI/AAAAAAAAAZc/JKN6dbhO9n0/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto10"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSM0_TYerI/AAAAAAAAAZc/JKN6dbhO9n0/s320/myYearbookPhoto10" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261485106649397938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSMtshpGwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eB9vLHwYTIA/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto9"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSMtshpGwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eB9vLHwYTIA/s320/myYearbookPhoto9" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261484981349849858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSMeiZfvYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_-rAcPo2ZlI/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto7"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSMeiZfvYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_-rAcPo2ZlI/s320/myYearbookPhoto7" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261484720933289346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSMBAwlIdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/W7KWtiEqLBo/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSMBAwlIdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/W7KWtiEqLBo/s320/myYearbookPhoto2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261484213687099858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSL8TWbeZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OA_5GqXORCo/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSL8TWbeZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OA_5GqXORCo/s320/myYearbookPhoto1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261484132778342802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSL3BysZUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/M06S-fjDWoY/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQSL3BysZUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/M06S-fjDWoY/s320/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261484042165708098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5409531599051980986?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5409531599051980986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5409531599051980986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5409531599051980986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5409531599051980986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/1999-yearbook-pictures-of-chris.html' title='? 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Yea!  Yearbookyourself.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-Ttti0tI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sCIdP_m2nkI/s1600-h/davie+1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-Ttti0tI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sCIdP_m2nkI/s320/davie+1952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261328404340462290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-Pbk1d3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/5Jb3W_cpxow/s1600-h/davie+1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-Pbk1d3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/5Jb3W_cpxow/s320/davie+1960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261328330752620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-HWVlIzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ILifVdXrzxM/s1600-h/davie+1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-HWVlIzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ILifVdXrzxM/s320/davie+1990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261328191907504946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-BeugVjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/b0hP-cSTdBk/s1600-h/davie+1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-BeugVjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/b0hP-cSTdBk/s320/davie+1956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261328091080316466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP95P0uaRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Eje_4kI_I3I/s1600-h/davie+1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP95P0uaRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Eje_4kI_I3I/s320/davie+1976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261327949640919314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-2967884458231207251?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2967884458231207251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=2967884458231207251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2967884458231207251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2967884458231207251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/1950-1990-photos-of-davie.html' title='1950-1990  photos of Davie!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SQP-Ttti0tI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sCIdP_m2nkI/s72-c/davie+1952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-8785870520039073345</id><published>2008-10-25T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:03:02.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL PILOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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So we ended up getting them a drink and taking them to a few places quicly and then home.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I started taking them to where the missionaries used to live and I totally forgot that they lived somewhere els.  Well, as I figured that out I hurried and did a U-Turn.  Well as I did it the police car behind me flashed on his lights and pulled me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPv-EkZasCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/H5xcjm1PfXA/s1600-h/police-car-lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPv-EkZasCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/H5xcjm1PfXA/s320/police-car-lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076344328400930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it!  I was about to get a ticket with missionaries in my car.  And they didn't have seat belts on.  So what was the Mission President going to think when I was the cause of two of his missionaries getting tickets?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i pulled over and prepared myself for the ticket.  When the officer turns off his lights, backs up, and then takes off the opposite direction!  It was amazing. I want to take the missionaries everywhere I go now.  I'll never get a ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPv-TcI99nI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8Bu0W6ZYhuA/s1600-h/police-car-lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPv-TcI99nI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8Bu0W6ZYhuA/s320/police-car-lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076599809963634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5554070344061966828?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5554070344061966828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5554070344061966828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5554070344061966828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5554070344061966828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/close-calls-and-divine-miracles.html' title='Close Calls and Divine Miracles'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPv-EkZasCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/H5xcjm1PfXA/s72-c/police-car-lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5367336145838893349</id><published>2008-10-16T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:29:38.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL LEAVES and A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>DAVIE:  "Chris, your're like my little treasure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgt_F04q6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/yiM4fAN0kR4/s1600-h/Picture+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgt_F04q6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/yiM4fAN0kR4/s400/Picture+333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258003126874057634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS:   "I think every once in a while a wife should spend the day with her husband at work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgqkJKRsWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_McYtNPaCds/s1600-h/Picture+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgqkJKRsWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_McYtNPaCds/s400/Picture+321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257999365377732962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie and I have had a wonderful late few weeks hanging out with eath other and going on dates.  We also went to Delta and I forced davie to take "engagement" picture with me in the fall leaves.  I think he secretly liked it cuz i snaped a picture of him playing in the leaves!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgvC91813I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LrommzTO0r4/s1600-h/Picture+319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgvC91813I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LrommzTO0r4/s320/Picture+319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258004292962146162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgtY9lvkQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/le_rE9GmUsM/s1600-h/Picture+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgtY9lvkQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/le_rE9GmUsM/s400/Picture+318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258002471828033794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie and I also have A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!  Davie and I have decided to be come Foster parents.  I have been talking about it for months and I think finally after proposing davie ask Heavenly Father if it would be best for us to become foster Parents and then watch Conference to see what the spirit tells him.  Well, then we watched the Conference with the theme "I am a child of God".  Its exciting, we have an interview at the end of this month and then some classes and BOTTA-BING i'll get to take care of some kiddos. YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll let you know more when we take the classes and get ready for the children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5367336145838893349?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5367336145838893349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5367336145838893349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5367336145838893349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5367336145838893349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/davie-chris-yourre-like-my-little.html' title='FALL LEAVES and A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SPgt_F04q6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/yiM4fAN0kR4/s72-c/Picture+333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-127563507095137840</id><published>2008-09-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:37:06.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SN60_3wtQFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ig6Gn77dUeg/s1600-h/questbunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SN60_3wtQFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ig6Gn77dUeg/s320/questbunnies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250833224953577554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the famous Ninja, "I hate Bunnies!  And by bunnies I mean Stupid People."&lt;br /&gt;So Chris got me this super fun, silly game called Killer Bunnies.  We played it with our married friends and Some liked it, others did not... I just had fun killing all the bunnies.  I think Chris felt bad that all the bunnies died.  Especially after the Cyber Bunny and the Asteroid massacred them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "remodeled" our house!  I love how everything is now.  It's cozy.  And in amazing news... we have television!  The whole time we've lived in our condo, we've never had our T.V. plugged into the cable.  We just watched DVD's.  &lt;br /&gt;The reason was that the reception is "snowy". We don't care, it's like we have had commercial withdrawls.  We leave the T.V. on just to have the noise.  Yea, we're weird.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SN61aZ2J8PI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9GKBBFLGFZs/s1600-h/DTV_trans_main_270.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SN61aZ2J8PI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9GKBBFLGFZs/s200/DTV_trans_main_270.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250833680779833586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SN61aX9FfOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_gr5j9CAGyo/s1600-h/460-mccain-obama-de_999789c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SN61aX9FfOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_gr5j9CAGyo/s200/460-mccain-obama-de_999789c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250833680272030946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got excited that I could actually watch the news.  Funny thing is... I'm obssessed with politics and the "Big Debate" was on last night.  But once it came on, I put in a DVD... that was weird of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is a saint.  "Chris the Saint"... sounds good.  She has the day off today, and instead of taking it easy, as I would have done, she has washed, ironed, and starched all my clothes.  I have never had anyone iron my clothes, let alone, starch them!  Thanks babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-127563507095137840?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/127563507095137840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=127563507095137840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/127563507095137840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/127563507095137840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/killer-bunnies.html' title='Killer Bunnies'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SN60_3wtQFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ig6Gn77dUeg/s72-c/questbunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-1048026002178425057</id><published>2008-09-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:48:53.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful September</title><content type='html'>So we have a few events to bring y'all up to speed.  I always hate getting behind because there are things that i wanna write that i totally space later and then they're gone.  It's like I need this virtual public journal so that i can actually have memories.  I lose them if i don't write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsn17tAC6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_2ENIeUI-TQ/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsn17tAC6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_2ENIeUI-TQ/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245329998516063138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsoJZqpkUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yRXUwdibO0I/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsoJZqpkUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yRXUwdibO0I/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245330332976779586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsobM8UTeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v9d_2x3EwJA/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsobM8UTeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v9d_2x3EwJA/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245330638798867938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Our little babies, Princess and Oreo have gone to nice homes where they will have more attention than they can handle.  And they needed a lot of attention....  It was amazing that Labor Day, within 10 minutes of each other, two families came and picked one up.  We both kinda miss them, but then we just remeber the yellow puddles, and we don't miss them as much.  Even still, they were perfect cute little puppies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsphTjXDsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ht7UCfSJ_lA/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsphTjXDsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ht7UCfSJ_lA/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245331843164081858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this chance to publicly brag, maybe that's why I like this blog thing, but I got my wife some outstanding flowers the other day... you be the judge of how much i love her... (yea, I know, a lot.  Look how big and beautiful they are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMspxf__xqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dxxXnWiKoVA/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMspxf__xqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dxxXnWiKoVA/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245332121383323298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had this very fun BBQ that we set up as a chance to bond with ward members around our complex and also get some new faces... maybe get them to church too... who knows...  Well, it was sooo fun and the food spectacular.  We went a nd invited some people to come in that we didn't know and it was all going great.  What a great gospel experience.  Well, then it went bad.  One of the "happy to be invited" characters decided to take the keys of our new found friends who had just moved in and got married two weeks before.  We didn't think that happended though so we spent the remaining hours searching our clubhouse for the keys. They never showed so we spent another half hour finally breaking into thier house and gettting them settled.  Well, that night they took thier car battery out of the car, and thank goodness they did because the next day they found all the change gone and a meth pipe in the car!  I mean seriously, what kind of person does that?  We offer them friendship and food, and they offer a meth pipe!?  Anyways, the kid got carted off to jail and had a run in with some of the other people who live here who were also glad to have the kid taken away for things they had had done to them by the same kids.  Well, I guess you can't trust everybody.  This experience has put a bit of a damper on our willingness to jump out and fellowship people.  We still will, it's our nature and love, but now we'll be strongly cautious... it's too bad that this world is so stupid sometimes.... but hey, even so, we made great friends who still like us even after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joepastry.web.aplus.net/pics/jello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://joepastry.web.aplus.net/pics/jello.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I would like to mention how much fun, and I had no idea, that jello tossing can be.  Chris had some cravings... yea... okay no, she's not prego yet... but she wanted some jello.  So we bought some and she was eating and driving as we went home.  We stopped at a light and a van full of teehage boys with hormones raging pulled up.  Now Chris is gorgeous, so these guys jumped all over this stop light meeting to get her number and everything.  Yes, i was indeed jealous.  Well, Chris then snickers and says, "Want some Jello!?"  Of course they did.  So she threw it at them!  Haha!  I couldn't stop laughing.  Then they wanted more!  One jumped out of the car and grabbed some and the others only watched as jello flew around them and all over the van!  I love my wife.  And don't you forget it, or you'll be the one with Jello all over your car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-1048026002178425057?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1048026002178425057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=1048026002178425057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1048026002178425057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1048026002178425057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/eventful-september.html' title='An Eventful September'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsn17tAC6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_2ENIeUI-TQ/s72-c/IMG_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6752622621248489513</id><published>2008-08-28T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:04:10.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: 08/28/08 or... Anti-Lingual Man and the Trip to Idaho</title><content type='html'>&lt;So I just noticed that our last entry was the 08/08/08 party.  Well, I looked down at the date and its 08/28/08!  I think 8 is becoming my new favorite number.  I mean, how cool is it that that is exactly the age of accountablity and baptism!&lt;br /&gt;So I have a story about Anti-Lingual man, but i won't put it here. Go check out www.librarynovelty.blogspot.com and read the first adventure of my new hero Anti-Lingual Man!  He is well on his way to be the next Indiana Jones!&lt;br /&gt;So What I really wanted to talk about, before I found all those other fun things to mention, was our trip to idaho!&lt;br /&gt;To start of, Twin Falls is 3 1/2 hours away not 2 or maybe 2 1/2 hours away.  When you're driving long distances and you think you're almost there and you see a sign that says you've got 108 more miles to go... well, you get really tired of driving really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMssQxBfeJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TGzuRac-M8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMssQxBfeJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TGzuRac-M8Y/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245334857552197778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMssRAAaW5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TgY5T1VoAkc/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMssRAAaW5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TgY5T1VoAkc/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245334861574200210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we made it to Twin Falls and visted Nat and Kate (Nate and kat) and thier kids Titus and Kylie.  They are such a sweet family.  And we had so much fun.  Chris even got to weed a little bit! We enjoyed an awesome view and walk around the Falls, played some BurnOut, and then we found a new love of Sonic's CreamSlushes.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;We also got the chance to record a "Steer" radio commercial for my brother Nate's radio staion.  Chris did the best job, and her voice is one the Twin Falls radio now, wooing all who hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMstMAZPiJI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yLUlkoCx0fQ/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMstMAZPiJI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yLUlkoCx0fQ/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245335875290630290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMstMBfRC3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2HjF6kmRRH8/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMstMBfRC3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2HjF6kmRRH8/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245335875584330610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMstMRNAaLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/eWBp3v2sCik/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMstMRNAaLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/eWBp3v2sCik/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245335879802710194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to Boise to visit Robin and her Aunt Margie.  I had no idea how empty and plain central Idaho was... wow, I'm glad I had some Comedians to listen too, because I would have fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we visited Robin first and I made the mistake of letting Chris hold one of thier new puppies.  Needless to say, we now are the owners of two sweet little puppies (if any one wants them, please speak up).  I'm being a little dishonest.  I actually liked the puppies too, thats why I said it was okay to take them home.  Now, with poop on the floor, I'm quickly losing patience.  They're like babies... they need constant attention and food... but at least babies have diapers that you can hand to your wife to take care off ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsswx-kjgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s_IGL6jWGJg/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMsswx-kjgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s_IGL6jWGJg/s200/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245335407564197378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMssw9VTQFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/usv9wLOVrWA/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMssw9VTQFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/usv9wLOVrWA/s200/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245335410612322386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin then made us some lasagna and continues to impress with her food, it was even healthy stuff. And her kids are just awesome!  Total flirts and total gentlemen.  And we got to go spulunking in this cool cave! Then we went and stayed at Aunt Margie's house.  What a beautiful place, with a beautiful view.  We loved that house. And our experience there reminded us that life can throw some unexpected curves. Thier house burned down the night after we left home for Salt Lake.  I couldn't believe it, had we left some kinda curse there?  We had been talking about how much we wanted to come back and visit again and stay longer when we get news that the house is gone.  Oh John and Margie. Thanks for the pancakes and they wonderful company. We'll never forget your hospitality, If there is anything we can do to help, just call us.&lt;br /&gt;We went back and forth between house the rest of the trip, we just couldn't get enough of everybody.  And we're sorry we couldn't stay longer.  And i didn't know this, but this was the first time Chris had been to Idaho!  Well, here I go knocking more of her life-long dreams off her list ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6752622621248489513?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6752622621248489513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6752622621248489513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6752622621248489513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6752622621248489513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/08/re-082808-or-anti-lingual-man-and-trip.html' title='RE: 08/28/08 or... Anti-Lingual Man and the Trip to Idaho'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SMssQxBfeJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TGzuRac-M8Y/s72-c/IMG_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4740535804082311932</id><published>2008-08-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:34:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of 08/08/08</title><content type='html'>So we had an awesome 8/08/08 party at 8:08.  Yes, most people were out watching the opening ceremonies for the Olympics, but we are true partiers.  We know that this won't happen again for 100 years!  So we had our fun 8/08/08 and invited over some friends. WE had 8-Layer Bean Dip and some Chicken (which usually comes in 8 piece packages ;) you know) and we played some games of 8 and then, of course, we watched the 8th episode of the Office.  We really know how to show 8 Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was just the beginning of a great week end.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I got to go play airsoft and get shot at by guns that look "military Class" and hurt a lot... I came home with a smile and a line of welts on my back.&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris made me a great dinner and we went to a Hypnotist show at the Salt Lake Fair.  WE didn't realize it but this was fast turning into a date.... At the show, one of our newly made friends was on stage and hypnotized.  She was hilarious.  While everyone else  was enjoying thier 5 year old lives again on a rollercoaster 1,000 feet high.. she was curled up in a ball in terror.  She also made us proud by covering her eyes when the "island nudist colony" came into view.  Theshow was pretty fun, but not as great as the one we know is coming up at the Utah State Fair.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we walked outside and started hearing booms.  We turned around and vuala! A firework show!  It was pretty cool so we layed our blankets down and cuddled up to watch them.  It was a wonderful date that kinda just happened without us planning it.  &lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we had the great privelage of hosting Chris' Fmaily.  Deb and Payton stayed the night and Russ and Angela, and Jayden and Ashlyn and Cadence all came to Church and stayed over for fun and dinner.  It was fun to see them all and play with the kids. Chris and I really enjoy hosting people at our house, so come any time... and we had a lot of fun with everyone over.  &lt;br /&gt;So it goes to show what happens when you celebrate 8/08/08.  It's like Christmas, when you celebrate it, you get presents, when you don't you don't.  WE celebrated 8/08/08 and we had some awesome blessings and fun things happen... I don't even want to imagine life without 8/08/08.... I just can't wait until 9/09/09.  We could play &lt;br /&gt;9-Ball!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4740535804082311932?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4740535804082311932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4740535804082311932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4740535804082311932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4740535804082311932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/08/magic-of-080808.html' title='The Magic of 08/08/08'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-1108661317982341387</id><published>2008-08-03T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:03:05.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this last week has been interesting, fun and a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we had a huge test in out math class. This was the last test, the deep stuff that makes you actually sit there and go Hmmm for 10 min a problem.  Well davie did awesome. He got an A-. Thats my super star!  he told me he ound a secret way to make the graphs on our calculator instead of solving the problem. I on the other had, did not do so well. I'll just leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uksearchindex.com/tenpin-bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.uksearchindex.com/tenpin-bowling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate we went bowling and had nachos.  Bowling was awesome. We made up dance moves to do when we got strikes and spares. The little kids around us thought we were pretty cool and tried to imitate us when they got their own strike/spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/f717/Offside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/f717/Offside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched many foreign films to use as extra credit in my Humanities class.  This was done in between helping an unknown neighbor move in next door. Some people around us are kinda....different, but I want to be nice to them so they will not break into my home. or so they will say "hey, the person who lives there is nice to me, i think i'll stop who ever is breaking into their house right now". So I made him Mint choclate chip icecream.  So this 50+ year old did the whole arms in the air and yelled "Mint chocolate chip!"... yeah, very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harvestwizard.com/apricotsR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.harvestwizard.com/apricotsR.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie and I also recieved a big bad of apricots. i asked myself "what should i do with a big bad of yummy apricots?"  well i started with a batch of sweet and sour chicken.  its this easy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;COPYRIGHT. THIS RECIPE WAS BARROWED FROM ANGELA WITH HER PERMISSION. ANY USE OF THIS RECIPE WITH OUT GIVING ANGELA PRAISE AFTERWARD FOR HOW VERY YUMMY IT WAS MAY RESULT IN A FINE OF UP TO $200,000. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 8oz bottle RUSSIAN dressing. &lt;br /&gt;1c pured apricots.  &lt;br /&gt;1 pkt of Lipton's onion dry onion soup.  &lt;br /&gt;stir and pour over 4 chicken brests. &lt;br /&gt;Bake in 8" dish. oven 375 for 45 min. &lt;br /&gt;Serve over rice or over stirfry veggies.  Davie gave the chicken a 10 and the vegies with the sauce a 7.5.  he told me he doesnt really like vegies but with the sauce it was pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made apricot icecream. Well, I did throw in a peach and a handfull of raspberries. Davie LOVES peaches and I like raspberries. I must say home made apricot ice cream is far better than any icecream I have ever had.  It ruined all other icecreams for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeandtakes.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/apricot-leather-peeled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.makeandtakes.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/apricot-leather-peeled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lastly I made fruit leather.  I just pureed (is that right--pureed?) the appricots and a few more raspberries with 1/4 c sugar and poured it into a wax paper cookie sheet and put it in my car. You are supposed to put it into the sun but I didn't want neighbors, children, birds or bees to get it. (I wrote about the birds and the bees...ha ha) Cides, the car can get hotter, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie and I also went to the new batman movie. So I gotta vent something real quick. I have seen so many childrens toys, costume ads and other childrens parfinelia for this new batman movie .  THIS IS NOT A KID'S SHOW! I didnt even reall like it. yeah batman is a good guy but the other bad guys were E-V-I-L!  We went to the drive in and there were about 20 under 8 year olds around us. I felt I was not even old enough to be there.  It is rated pg-13 for a reason!!!!!  gosh!  &lt;a href="http://blog.news-record.com/staff/culture/Culture%20Shock%20-%20The%20Joker-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://blog.news-record.com/staff/culture/Culture%20Shock%20-%20The%20Joker-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://host.trivialbeing.org/up/tdk-may7-joker-action-figure-sells-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://host.trivialbeing.org/up/tdk-may7-joker-action-figure-sells-out.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/32966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/32966.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.photoshop.com/home_4d4a948ccafd4933a9bec483be93cde1/adobe-px-assets/d0cb6aeae35c499e933e9e8c2efc1748"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_4d4a948ccafd4933a9bec483be93cde1/adobe-px-assets/d0cb6aeae35c499e933e9e8c2efc1748" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this looks like a movie kids should see? i think my point is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7-in-heaven.com/pics/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.7-in-heaven.com/pics/smile.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly i wanted to made a quick list of little things that make me kinda smile.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***pulling the toilet paper out and karate chopping it.&lt;br /&gt;***paging the new girl at work "Lisa you have a call line 7. Lisa line 7"  (they only go up to 5)&lt;br /&gt;***feeding my birds boiled eggs. ha ha they like them alot&lt;br /&gt;***hearing little kids pray and say "bless jesus" or "thank you for Heavenly Father"&lt;br /&gt;***poking davie in the neck (i dont know why i like this when he hates it so much)&lt;br /&gt;***(know that the tubing for my wiper fluid is broken and it actually kinda sprays   off to the right of my car) i like to squirt the clean window of the person next to me and watch them spaz out like it was going to get them&lt;br /&gt;***telling children that ants eat diandilions and watching them pick them all as fast as they can to make sure everyone gets some food&lt;br /&gt;***scaring davie when he comes home. Sometimes i'll hide for 10 min&lt;br /&gt;***shaping randome things into a heart and then sending a picture of it to davie, ie. food, a cut up old credit card, hair from davie's hair cut, or laundry.&lt;br /&gt;***at work when asked how long i have been here, i tell them that today is my frst day.  I then open the needle packet.&lt;br /&gt;***when i get a text from some number i dont know i respond in a way that makes them think i am an EX boyfriend/girlfriend. "I knew you would come crawling back someday"&lt;br /&gt;***making comments to davie and his family that i might be pregnant. mostly toward davie's dad since he seems to be the best target for this and not know when we are joking.&lt;br /&gt;***recording myself badly singing silly songs and making that davie's new ring tone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-1108661317982341387?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1108661317982341387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=1108661317982341387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1108661317982341387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1108661317982341387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-this-last-week-dhad-been-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5627036661003673908</id><published>2008-08-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:21:01.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I did while I was working at the Library</title><content type='html'>So I was just introduced to the benefits of Photbucket, Shutterfly, Flikr, Fotki, and Zoomonga.  And first of all, whats with the names?  They all sound like naughty words... Flikr... Fotki!?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had to put my work onto our blog.  Check out what I did at the library today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj172/kearnslibrary/mz_5828867_bodyshot_300x400-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj172/kearnslibrary/mz_5828867_bodyshot_300x400-1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5627036661003673908?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5627036661003673908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5627036661003673908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5627036661003673908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5627036661003673908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-what-i-did-while-i-was-working-at.html' title='Look what I did while I was working at the Library'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6843373690818321430</id><published>2008-07-25T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:34:33.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Day!</title><content type='html'>So we had an awesome fun day yesterday!  We we're especially happy to both have it off and have no plans or engagements.  We had a lot of options though and we tossed them around all day. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SIvYbSg2agI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K_ZYQcgMQv0/s1600-h/HPIM0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SIvYbSg2agI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K_ZYQcgMQv0/s320/HPIM0547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227509755831282178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we slept in!  What a wonderful thing that is. Then we took tracks to the parade at Liberty Park... well, in that direction.  My poor travel planning put us about 8 blocks from the park.  So as Chris said it, "We went on a walk together!" &lt;br /&gt;The parade was fun... one Polynesian float took us both back to Hawaii for a mintue.  It was nice, then we took another walk and "ended up" on Trax.  Which happened to have two police officers on board taking tickets.  It was funny to see how many people got off at the next stop to purchase thier tickets they have all "forgotten" to get before they got on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SIvbEA8PKQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fD0ErkJ4IRg/s1600-h/pionner+day+parade"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SIvbEA8PKQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fD0ErkJ4IRg/s320/pionner+day+parade" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227512654512204034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long walks and the sun at the parade, we were both pooped.  So we got home, ate some particularly good soup Chris had made and then slept for another few hours.  I love Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;When we got up we had to decide what fun things to do next.  With renewed energy we wanted to party.  We had tossed around the idea of Lagoon, but thought twice about the price and travel time... so we decided to save some money and then spend it somewhere else.  How about... The Mayan?!&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/209583029_fdd50f4295.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/209583029_fdd50f4295.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Mayan has been recently remodeled and it is really cool.  The place has a fun Mayan atmosphere that we both loved.  The food was really good too.  So good we took most of it home and had seconds later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flixray.com/dvd_covers/200809/97879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.flixray.com/dvd_covers/200809/97879.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the dinner, since we were at Jordan Commons, we went to the movies.  We went and saw "Get Smart"  Which was pretty funny.  Steve Carrell is best in the Office, but its was still pretty funny... if a little lacking in acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/photography/fireworks/fireworks_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/photography/fireworks/fireworks_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we spent a nice evening on top of our three story building and watched all the different firework shows.  It would have been cool to hike Ensign peak and watch them from there, but we had walked a lot that day already.  So we spent a romatic evening listening to my Ipod phone and cuddling.  So nice really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6843373690818321430?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6843373690818321430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6843373690818321430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6843373690818321430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6843373690818321430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/pioneer-day.html' title='Pioneer Day!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SIvYbSg2agI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K_ZYQcgMQv0/s72-c/HPIM0547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6364622658939615042</id><published>2008-07-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:59:35.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle Blog Numba Tizzizoo, Homey</title><content type='html'>So the title, is totally trippin' and I'll tell you why.  I had an old library friend come in today, incidentally his name is Brandone (not Brandon as the un-cool people say it).  This kid is one of my favorite library regulars (the term for the school kids that come torment us.. I mean, hang out with us, at the library after school).  He came in and then gave me a smile.  He's a funny kid, but he had this ridiculously large pair of gold sunglasses on his head. I couldn't help it, his bling-bling was totally wack man.... Anyways, for some reason he started talking to me about mad cow disease and that he just ate McDonalds and he can't wait for the ten years to go by for him to find out if he got the disease or not... Then he brought up AIDS.  Now thats a fun topic... no, even he couldn't make it funny.  He told me about a friend that went to a Rave (here's another reason to stay clear away from them) and his friend was out dancing then got a needle shoved into his back.  On the needle was a note saying "Welcome to the world of AIDS".  And yep, he tested positive.  I couldn't believe it.  How could someone ruin anothers life like that?  It's amazing what can happen in this erroded world.  My kids will never go to a rave now... And thats Final!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, about happy thoughts.... &lt;br /&gt;So the Fourth of July was another supper duper Hit! I love Delta and the Fourth.  The awesome Navajo Tacos any time you want, the Parade that I can actually enjoy... the candy bucket/target was brilliant... and the Demolition Derby was actually really good this year.  Two cars rolled almost all the way over!!! Hurray for Constructive Destruction!  My favorite thing though was the fish pond.  Watching little kids dive for huge trout is classic.  Only in a small town will you get that kinda entertainment.  I'm trying hard to get my ward to try it out here for our Ward Summer Party... We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;Carl and Nancy, thanks so much for hosting us and my parents.  They really loved it too!  They talk alot about how fun it was and that they never really get to do that sort of thing anymore... so thanks a ton.&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a nice detour from all the homework and daily work that Chris and I have been dealing with.  It's really hard to work full time, go to School and Hold up a Church Calling.  I'm really proud of Chris because she handles it all so coolly.  She just lets it come in stride.  I have a really hard time when I have a ton to do... it gets me really stressed out, and I love that Chris can calm me down, I always need it.&lt;br /&gt;So we cleaned out our house after the Fourth of July... Chris' Parents inspired us there.  Thier house looks amazing!  So the second bedroom is totally suitable now and you're all welcome to come stay with us if you'd like.  Funny story tough, is that the same time we were cleaning it out, a "nice" lady from our ward called with an 'emergency".  She's been having a lot of harrassment at her apartment.  People she lives by are very cruel to her.  Well, she's totally paranoid all the time and very "mouthy" and "desperately worrying" about everything all the time. Anyways, she spent that night and the next to get some sleep since at ther apartment she'd stayed up all night just worrying about the bad things that might happen to her.... Again, my lovely wife is incredible.  There are very few women out there caring and understanding enough not to just listen to anothers sob stories, but to actually open up her home to someone incredibly hard to deal with. I appreciate her so much. I won't get into more of the details, but lets just say, I'm happy to have our old living arrangements back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;So last week we had the wonderful opportunity to have Chris' parents come and stay with us and pay them back for letting us come stay with them. They are so fun and we love doubling with them.  My work had some extra Bee's game tickets and had asked us to let our families come, and we juped on the chance.  And the game was really good, the bees won 9 to 6.  Then they got slaughtered the next night, so its a good thing we went to the right game.  The other cool part of the game was that we all got free "Geek Squad" T-shirts thrown at us.  I asked my work to have "Geek Squad" Thursdays but they didn't buy it.  After the game we went to the comedy club by our house and there was some great entertainment.  My favorite story was this guy from Chicago that said he loved to see the "Mormons" riding their bikes around. They'd wait for the missionaries to park thier bikes, and then it was "A new free bike".  Sucks for the missionaries but it's fun to hear the stories from the "other side".  Next day we ran up to the Living Planet Aquarium and I tried to get Carl to put his hand in the water and touch the StingRays... When his hand touched the water he'd pull it back.  Not because he was scared of the stingrays of course, but because of the fact that stingrays kill people, duh.  Thier worse than ninjas! Look at the Crocidile Hunter!  I should've known better.  Sorry Carl. Then we went swimming and there were these guys BBQuing and it smelled sooo good.  Inspired us to hold a BBQ sometime in August.  It'll be awesome.  Maybe we'll have a fish pond.....&lt;br /&gt;So at work yesterday I had the funniest experience.  This young boy, 7 or 8, came up to the Customer Service Desk.  He looked me in the eye, and then looked down at the sign and read it importantly. He then looked back up at me and said, "Can I have some Customer Service?"  Brilliant line, I'd never thought of it before.  So I responded slyly, " Of Course, How Can I Help You Today?"  I thought I was being clever, but he one-uped me and looked at me with an air of authority (and he's only 7, I hope my kids don't look at me like this), "No, I mean give me your Job."  He didn't like the idea though when I told him to come take over the desk and I was going to go take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Another funny Work story, and then I'll stop.  So after this boy fired me, I was thinking, "Okay, today is one of those days you just need to make happen so that you can laugh hard at it later."  Well, another of our Regulars came in and said that her car starter wasn't working.  So I went out, discovered that she was right and then decided I'd try to jump it just to see if I could get it to turn over.  As her car was sucking my batteries energy my car engine started sputtering and wheazing... not a good thing so I turned it off.  It wasn't helping anyways... Well I sent her off to a mechanic and I went inside wondering what time it was and if I could go home already.  I looked at the clock and It was time to go!!!  So I drove straight home excited to see my lovely wife and I ran in the door, and she hid and scared me like always and everything was perfect.  Then She told me I was home early.  I looked at the clock and I was sure the clock was an hour off... Nope. I had just left work an hour early and I didn't even know it.  I called and they said I must be sick so I could just ride it off as that.  Man I felt Dumb...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay one last joke for you to laugh at until next time...&lt;br /&gt;A blonde stormed up to the front desk of the library and said, 'I have a complaint!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Ma'am?' said the librarian looking up at her. &lt;br /&gt;'I borrowed a book last week and it was horrible.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled by her complaint the librarian asked, 'What was wrong with it?' &lt;br /&gt;'It had way too many characters and numbers and there was no plot whatsoever,' said the blonde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The librarian nodded and said, 'Ahhh. So you must be the person who took our 'phone book.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Okay, One More:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Ten FORBIDDEN Library Titles For Children&lt;br /&gt;1.  Gerbil merry-go round, and other great microwave games. &lt;br /&gt;2.  Fifty new places to poke a pencil. &lt;br /&gt;3.  The little girl who died from eating all her vegetables &lt;br /&gt;4.  Why washing clothes causes childhood allergies. &lt;br /&gt;5.  Children's guide to hitch-hiking. &lt;br /&gt;6.  Flying lessons for kittens. &lt;br /&gt;7.  Toys that your neighbours are getting. &lt;br /&gt;8.  Where mothers hide treats. &lt;br /&gt;9.  Advanced screaming, crying and whinging. &lt;br /&gt;10. How to avoid washing daddy's car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6364622658939615042?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6364622658939615042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6364622658939615042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6364622658939615042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6364622658939615042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/bundle-blog-numba-tizzizoo-homey.html' title='Bundle Blog Numba Tizzizoo, Homey'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6081067570740767705</id><published>2008-07-01T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:28:57.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqva0hBd0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jPcj-e8vipw/s1600-h/chris+beard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqva0hBd0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jPcj-e8vipw/s400/chris+beard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218175993570752322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I couln't help myself.  I was...well....curious.  I think i'll just keep shaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6081067570740767705?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6081067570740767705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6081067570740767705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6081067570740767705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6081067570740767705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-i-coulnt-help-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqva0hBd0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jPcj-e8vipw/s72-c/chris+beard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4980222881294544475</id><published>2008-07-01T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:31:20.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqT3acv3FI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kvOM0YneoGM/s1600-h/daviebeard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqT3acv3FI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kvOM0YneoGM/s400/daviebeard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218145698464128082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a more current picture.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4980222881294544475?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4980222881294544475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4980222881294544475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4980222881294544475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4980222881294544475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-more-current-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqT3acv3FI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kvOM0YneoGM/s72-c/daviebeard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4456692514411756094</id><published>2008-07-01T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:13:32.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEEN A WHILE IT HAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqP5fUk79I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0eWtrtx8Ebg/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqP5fUk79I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0eWtrtx8Ebg/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218141336085262290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie is soo nice to me. i just wanted to tell the whole world how cool my husband is because he broke down and spent 91.50 on me so we could go to the Brian Regan concert, well its more like a comedian show, in Aug.  ThAnk YoU DavIe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4456692514411756094?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4456692514411756094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4456692514411756094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4456692514411756094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4456692514411756094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-while-it-has.html' title='BEEN A WHILE IT HAS'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SGqP5fUk79I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0eWtrtx8Ebg/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-1863575758820886091</id><published>2008-06-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:16:00.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle Blog - Part One</title><content type='html'>So it's been a looooong time since We've blogged/journaled. So Sorry, I'm sure you've all been waiting exasperatedly for this great moment, wherein we recap Our awesome Moab trip and the My Birthday Party.  hurray!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures will be coming, but i have to tell you, it's been a while since I had such a fun trip like Moab... Cleveland was also fun, but htis is an outdoorsie fun that I haven't had since I was probably in Guatemala walking through the jungle... yea, super cool!  So we went to Maob with Chris' parents (those wonderfully fun and super generous parents who always fight us to pay the check... which I appreciate even though I always fight back. I mean, it's nice to know they'll help us out when we need it. But I still wanna buy dinner sometimes ;)  So anyways, we drove down there with her parents and Derrick and it actually didn't seem like such a bad drive.  Especially when we hanged Indiana Jones at the Burger King in Green Valley.. yep, that was fun if not a little unrealistic... I mean, who could really get close enough to try and get a rope around Indy?  It's impossible!  Not to mention, we got to see how awesome he is at the movie theater in Moab (thanks Anderson Family for doing that for me... I'm sure I was the only one actually super excited for that movie) and we saw Indy survive an Atomic Bomb in a refrigerator!!!  WOW!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Well, we got there and Chris and I got to spend our nights in a Hostel... K, I didn't know what to expect, but the praise it got from other patrons said it all.  "It's like spending the night at your friends house..."  Only your friend lets 10 women bunk together across from the room with the 10 bunks of guys... pretty much Co-Ed.  And your friend also cooks bacon in the morning, but won't give you any... Actually, it was a very fun experience.  Very memorable!  &lt;br /&gt;The first day we were there we went Water Rafting!  And it was a rare experience because the water level is twice as high as its normal peaking point!  Which made the water move fast, but the rapids had all but disappeared.  The water had gone so high it just covered them up.  Except for the strange river whirlpools.  Nothings weirder than having the water disappear from under you and threaten to suck you under.  there was one super awesome rapid at the Skull Rapids. That was totally good enough for me.  I was very happy at the end to find I hadn't sunburnt!  A miracle, but yes, I lathered up with tons of sunscreen... even under my clothes.  Just in case the sun decided to use it's X-Ray Sun Rays on me.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to see this awesome Moab Library.  Makes Kearns look shabby.  They were really nice there and it was a nice relaxing spot for the time.  Then we say Indianna Jones fight Commi's and we slept...&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Church, nice Moab people.  The Church Library even was prepared with head ache medicine for Chris' terrible migraine.  Cool. Then we went biking (well, Derrick did, I fell off the one time I tried to get on the bike... sad) and also Jeeping.  That was actually fun.  I usually don't like that sort of thing.  But the thrill of driving on slick cliffs in a Jeep that doesn't roll back, is actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came Home!  I had tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Interjection... I have some things to brag about Chris... i know, I know, there is so much, but seriously, I am very impressed... Chris doing really well with her Pianon Lessons.  She's a natural.  Even the times she doesn't practice she stills plays great.  I never did that.  I was often stuck on the same song for weeks... She's gonna be better than me if she keeps it up... and then she comes home from school and shows me her perfect scores on her College Assignments.  Babes, way to Go!  You're Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So Awesome, that you threw me the funnest party.  Lots of my friends came over to our house and got to partake in Chris' Diner.  She made double cheese and bacon burgers, steaks, and special sauce hot dogs for anyone who wanted them and exactly how they wanted them.  She's a wonderful cook.  (And babes, thanks for all the lasagna lately.  i know you don't like it that much, but you've spoiled me silly. I love it.) After dinner we made the mistake of playing indoor/outdoor soccer.  It was sooo fun, but we had just filled our bellies and eveyone was kinda hurting.  Loved that too though.  i hope we can do it again but with less full bellies.  Then we watched "Live Free od Die Hard" and saw the guy blow up a helicopter with a car!  yea, soo cool.  It was a great Birthday!!!  &lt;br /&gt;So I have to pause for now... Part Two to come shortly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-1863575758820886091?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1863575758820886091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=1863575758820886091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1863575758820886091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1863575758820886091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/06/bundle-blog-part-one.html' title='Bundle Blog - Part One'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6061959208839714614</id><published>2008-05-21T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:37:19.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd Spring Go?... Oh, There It Is</title><content type='html'>So we've had some very bizarre weather.  Utah is that way, but this was exceptional.  We have had snow all the way through May... and just as we're getting out of the 60 degrees, the next day... BOOM middle 90's!  What the?!!  It was hot hot. Then today?!! It rains and the it becomes Spring all the sudden. Well, Why can't we change the routine a bit.... Winter, Summer, Spring, Summer, Fall, Spring, Winter... 7 seasons.  Hey, lets double it... 8 seasons with our favorite season... The Holiday Season!&lt;br /&gt;So Chris and I had a pretty awesome weekend.  Lots of fun stuff to do.  First of all, the coolest Fiesta I've ever been to.  It was free first of all.  And they had wonderful food... super spicy and good, and then some authenitic dancers and a mariachi band.  They picked people out of the croud to come and sing for them... and one "Gringa" came up and she made up her own words to "Cantan Los Flores".  After that, they had a fun pinata where the kids couldn't control themselves. Very funny. And then the coolest part!  A authentic Aztec fire dance.  It was very intense... the whole night I had been feeling like I wasn't in Salt Lake but maybe Mexico.  It was the same feeling Chris and I had in Hawaii at the Polynesian Cultural Center.  VEry exciting and everywhere you go there are fun things to do.  Well, this show was awesome and reminded me of the fire and dancing show we saw at the PCC in Hawaii.  We loved it!  And then as the dancers got all riled up and called dwon fire... BOOM!! And huge fire explosion goes off and then fireworks.  It was very cool all together.  Chris and I loved it.  We're still kinda giddy thinking about how fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;And to make the weekend better.  My family had a big ShishKabobs get together and my brother Brad's house.  And we went to the zoo too.  Which has the most incredible bird show.  Seriously, I've never been so impressed.  The first half of the show, the trainers leave the stage and let the birds do thier magic.  Bird's flying all over you, completley free.  It was soooo cool! You all have to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6061959208839714614?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6061959208839714614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6061959208839714614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6061959208839714614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6061959208839714614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/whered-spring-go-oh-there-it-is.html' title='Where&apos;d Spring Go?... Oh, There It Is'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-1043338154947962714</id><published>2008-05-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:11:51.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Knew Men Needed Wives</title><content type='html'>So I get to work today, and lo and behold I have "slave labor" to do.... Sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself.  My library has been recarpeting the children's section for about a week now and we've just been waiting for the guys to put in a new shelves so that we can put all the books back there and end the terrified cries of the little voices pleading, "MOM!!! WHERE ARE ALL THE BOOKS!!!!?"  Well, you may have now guessed, but yes, it was then my turn to put all the 50,000ish books back on the shelves.  Why?  Because I think once every shelver here heard that it was time to put them back, they all suddenly had to go home sick.  (To thier credit, they were the ones who had to take them all off... not fun.  Trust me, I know).  Well, to say the least, my back feels like it's poking out about a foot and no, it's not pleasant. Wait, no, a better description: Imagine you've just finished lifting weights for two hours, then a guy comes in with your "x" and you wanna impress her so you keep lifting for another hour, doubling the weight... well, you're sweating like it's the Sahara and your bones, yes bones, not just muscles, are so achy and tighting up that you actually feel like you've been mummified and then someone hit the tighten button which squezes your whole inards out... and yea, that hurts, but imagine it just gets tighter and tighter... (umm, yes, I took 4 Ibuprophen and it's still getting worse.)Well, I hurt.. okay, I'll stop moaning.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so I had a wonderful pancake breakfast today, kudos to my lovley Wife who is nice to me even if I make mistakes every once in awhile.  Thanks hun...  But the reason God really gave me Wives is so that men can have nice things and not live in trashy dorms forever.  For example:  I now have a bathroom with beautiful tile on it... Amazing, and all because Chris iniciated it.  I get home from work and my feet don't hurt like they used to always do.  Why?  Because Chris bought me new Crocs, to replace the old shoes I had that had two openings on them.  One on top, a bigger one on the bottom.. (and It was wintertime and I still didn't go buy new ones).  My wardrobe is nicer... people actually comment positively on some of my clothes.  The ones she picked, not mine... like yesterday I wore this nice blue button up shirt and at least 4 people said "You look really nice in that shirt."  And My house looks awesome, again because Chris takes the intiative... I have such a hard time getting out of my,  Caveman "I can live in a cave honey, don't worry about it" mode, that I need her to help me live descently.  And I really appreciate it.  Even though my caveman inside fights it at first... "But wait, I love the rock I've been sleeping on for centuries... I've made an indentation in it that fits me perfectly.  Nevermind my whinning everymorning about my bad back.  It'll heal." But I love that memory foam bed... thanks to Chris and her parents... See, a guy needs a wife.  God wasn't kidding when he said that "it is not good that man be alone."  He'll just live in a cave and eat Mammoths all day.  Well, chase them around all day until the wife gives him his spear that he forgot to take with him.   And another reason wives are so awesome, they can give you massages when you're feeling like the stone age came back and slammed you with all it's prehistoric carnal strength and it's too late to go into a clinic. Yea, I love my wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-1043338154947962714?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1043338154947962714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=1043338154947962714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1043338154947962714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1043338154947962714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-knew-men-needed-wives.html' title='God Knew Men Needed Wives'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-8643572607708589386</id><published>2008-05-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:37:22.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Endings (In Sight) and Miraculous Things</title><content type='html'>So Happy Mother's Day everybody.. that's a mother or soon-to-be or even future mother-to-be.  WE had a lot of fun on Mother's Day... three big meat meals in a row!!! I could do Mother's Day every weekend!  And Nancy.. thanks for coming up for Mother's Day and then crawling around on our bathroom floor, scrubbing it to shine... it looks great! You didn't have to do that for Mother's Day and I hope that you don't think that's the gift we gave you for you Day....&lt;br /&gt;So some miraculous things have happened... well, one in particular. In less than a week, two patrons have come in (and instead of yelling at us, or wandering around complaining about the Mormon infestation here in the library..) and they gave us cookies!  Woohoo!  I think they were bribing me out of fines but it worked.  I loved getting cookies instead of acidy threats.&lt;br /&gt;So the Happy Ending is coming!  OUr bathroom looks amazing!  Chris and Nancy, you guys have wonderful taste.  I can't wait to see it all finished and take a nice hot bath in there.  It's soooo exciting!  Thanks so much for all that you've done you guys to help us out.  You're amazing!  Can't wait for Moab!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-8643572607708589386?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8643572607708589386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=8643572607708589386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8643572607708589386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8643572607708589386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-endings-in-sight-and-miraculous.html' title='Happy Endings (In Sight) and Miraculous Things'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-8854330503051670678</id><published>2008-05-06T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:28:56.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bolts and Broken Mirrors...</title><content type='html'>This post brought to you by the panaderia that we went to for Cinco de Mayo and we got awesome crunchy sugar bread.  &lt;br /&gt;This post is awesome, wherein Davie fights the "man" (who is really a woman) and ponders how to get Chris' flexible library job back, and Chris teaches Davie a few things about remodeling and well, really fun things to do with a hammer... also included is a story about a car that could drive miles without needing the battery to be connected... amazing! Please stay tuned in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the super car.  So I went to pick up Chris' parents from the airport (they had a nice trip in Cleveland... they had to go because they were jealous of us).  Well, I was waiting in the pick and wait lot... when Nancy calls. So I get ready to go pick them up and... crik crik crik... the engine won't turn over.  The battery is dead!  I'm gonna have to take Chris' parents home in a tow truck?!  was one thing that ran through my head.  Well, Nancy started walking over and found a guy to come and jump start the car.  Meanwhile, I was knocking on doors of trucks that looked liked contractor guys and found one that had a bolt (which was needed to connect the cables to the battery.  the old ones had broken off.  How Nancy was able to get that car all the way from Delta... we'll never know)  and I found a nother uy with some pliers (needed to crank that bolt down!).  So we finally got it charged and jumpstarted it... so thank goodness for good people.  I'd still be in the lot without them.  And Chris' parents, so generous, took us to Cafe Rio to celebrate the resurrection of thier new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Cinco de Mayo.  Vive Mexico!!! It's interesting to note that there is such a large amount of hispanic culture in our Nation that Mexico's Independance Day is actually observed here in America.  We don't see many people celebrating Guatemalas Independance Day though which Incidentaly is September 18... anyways... To celebrate we went to a panaderia on the way to my parents house, and got some authentic pan dulce made by real Mexicans!!! Cool!  And then we had tons of beans and burritos and tamales and my parents house while we listened to Ranchera and sang in Spanish.  It was divertido. Then to celebrate more we went to Lowe's to look at tile for our bathroom... (Hey, did you see how awesomely I took you right into the next story?)&lt;br /&gt;So last week I got a 'surprise' when Chris' sent me a picture of my bathroom without a toilet or any tile... I knew we had been talking about remodeling... but I guess I wasn't quite ready yet... well, to say the least, we are in total remodel mode.  We went and have already picked out a vanity, the lighting, and we have worked on what tile we want for about 2 hours already... we haven't quite found the one we both like yet... well, honestly, I need to just start getting out of my whole beige is simple and easy mode and realize that Chris has decorated the rest of the house perfectly... she's gotta be right about the tile.... Well, on Sunday Chris' helped me find the fun in remodeling by handing me a hammer and pointed to the wall... yep, hitting stuff is fun... but totally and remorsely destroying stuff is totally awesome.  I loved tearing the vanity apart, and breaking that huge mirror into tiny pieces. It was really fun!  Well, now it'll be interesting to see who things end up in the bathroom.. first of all we need to replace the broken shutoof valve... cause showering in the club house is getting old... especially since it's only ice water there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-8854330503051670678?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8854330503051670678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=8854330503051670678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8854330503051670678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8854330503051670678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-bolts-and-broken-mirrors.html' title='Broken Bolts and Broken Mirrors...'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-3308058304555656337</id><published>2008-05-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:00:57.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Sandler once said "Back to school, back to school, so show my daddy i am not a fool....."</title><content type='html'>BACK TO SCHOOL WE GO!we muct have gotten confused because we signed up for school in the Summer. What were we thinking. Oh well.  Davie and I are going back to shool and taking a math class together Tues and thurs nights at 5:30. I am taking a Humanities class Tues and Thurs in the morning at 11:30. Its not much but we both wanted to make sure we dont got too crazy with this Math class. We both are those kind of people who have to work extra hard at math to get a good grade. I think it will kinda be hard too cuz we are both working full time jobs and little part time jobs and have callings. I too am just picking up playing the piano so i can be as cool as Davie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is a new thing Davie has noticed about me and movies. 1) If there is ever a movie even a little bit scary davie knows I DON'T want to see it.  2) If the women in the movie wear "really fancy dresses" i DO want to see it! 3) If a 8-12 year old will love it , I DO want to see it. 4) If there is magic in the movie, I DO want to see it. 5) if there is violence in the movie, I DON't want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Now you know what kind of movie to get when you invite me to your house to watch your big squair box of magic and colors, you know what movie to get. good luck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last thing! Because tonight is THURSDAY night, here is an office quote for all you office loves out there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I donno, I sing in the shower? Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car. So sue me-- no, don't sue me. That is opposite the point I'm trying to make.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I couldn't help myself. One more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: What I really want, honestly, Michael is for you to know it so that you can communicate it to the people here, to your clients, whomever. &lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: Oh okay. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan: What? &lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: It's whoever, not whomever. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan: It's whomever. &lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: No, whomever is never acutally right. &lt;br /&gt;Jim Halpert: Nope, sometimes it's right. &lt;br /&gt;Creed: Michael is right. It's a made up word used to trick students- &lt;br /&gt;Andy: No. Actually, whomever is the formal version of the word-- &lt;br /&gt;Oscar: Obviously it's a real word- but I don't know how to use it correctly. &lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: [to camera] Not a native speaker. &lt;br /&gt;Kevin: I know what's right. But I'm not gonna say. Because you're all jerks who didn't come see my band last night. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Do you really know which one is correct? &lt;br /&gt;Kevin: I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Pam Beesly: It's whom when it's the object of the sentence and who when as the subject. &lt;br /&gt;Phyllis: That sounds right. &lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: Well it sounds right but is it? &lt;br /&gt;Stanley: How did Ryan use it, as an object? &lt;br /&gt;Ryan: As an object. &lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Ryan used me as an object. &lt;br /&gt;Oscar: Is he right about that-- &lt;br /&gt;Pam Beesly: How did he use it again? &lt;br /&gt;Toby: It was, Ryan wanted Michael, the subject, to explain the computer system, the object-- &lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: Thank you! &lt;br /&gt;Toby: ...to whomever, meaning us, the indirect object. Which is the, the correct usage of the word. &lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott: No one, uh asked you anything ever so whomever's name is Toby, why don't you take a letter opener and stick it in your skull? &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-3308058304555656337?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3308058304555656337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=3308058304555656337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3308058304555656337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3308058304555656337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/adam-sandler-once-said-back-to-school.html' title='Adam Sandler once said &quot;Back to school, back to school, so show my daddy i am not a fool.....&quot;'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4223770500453728299</id><published>2008-04-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:30:49.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Davie is awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYptEaBvI/AAAAAAAAANI/rvYNlgP9TfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYptEaBvI/AAAAAAAAANI/rvYNlgP9TfQ/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193592268784273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYp9EaBwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IyPc9fJ_3xE/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYp9EaBwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IyPc9fJ_3xE/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193592273079240450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYqNEaBxI/AAAAAAAAANY/lNY4qdNTa9c/s1600-h/FroBoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYqNEaBxI/AAAAAAAAANY/lNY4qdNTa9c/s320/FroBoy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193592277374207762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYqdEaByI/AAAAAAAAANg/MkK5I1N8Clo/s1600-h/HPIM0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYqdEaByI/AAAAAAAAANg/MkK5I1N8Clo/s320/HPIM0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193592281669175074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYq9EaBzI/AAAAAAAAANo/OgRIZg3nq8k/s1600-h/HPIM0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYq9EaBzI/AAAAAAAAANo/OgRIZg3nq8k/s320/HPIM0220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193592290259109682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a quicky cuz davie always posts nice things and i just like to read them. Well i have today off and here goes my like.....3rd attmpt to post! YEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie is aweosme! He has been called the to be Ward Missionary Leader. He even got his own "box" in the bishops office. exciting!  He's been in that position for 9 days and people already are saying hes doing a great job. What many people dont know about davie is that he does alot...ALOT!  He balances our money (and yes I'll admit it,I stink at holding on to money. Its like water in my hands. I cant help it. I'm female and I LOVE to shop!), he evens out time between my family and his family so we get to spend time equily with both, takes care of bills, helps remodel the house, goes to church every sunday, teaches every other sunday, does his calling ...and very well!, home teaches, works at his job 8 hours everyday, teaches little children on his days off, he has just signed up for school twice a week in the evenings, goes on lunch dates with me, somehow finds time to read a book to relax, go to the temple with me, and always be there for me when i need him. I know i live with the guy and that i should know but its possible that Davie may have some kind of tie with Superman. Im still looking into that possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie even encouraged my idea of starting paino lessons. I only had one lesson so far but im getting ready good at playing "the echo song" It has only 3 notes in the whole song and with the title you pob get an idea how easy it is. I'll let you (you internet people out there) know when my first show is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So just as a reminder: everyone leave a comment on how good and awesome Davie is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4223770500453728299?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4223770500453728299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4223770500453728299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4223770500453728299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4223770500453728299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/04/davie-is-awesome.html' title='Davie is awesome!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SBNYptEaBvI/AAAAAAAAANI/rvYNlgP9TfQ/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-7971365583318587733</id><published>2008-04-24T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:33:34.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Fall and Sunshine</title><content type='html'>So there's nothing more mystical than a sky full of sunshine and snowflakes at the same time.  Well, maybe swarms of Midwestern fireflies at night, but it still is pretty spectacular to have the sun shining and the snow falling.  That's what it did today, very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yea, I just thought that was pretty awesome.  The only times I really remember that happening was when I was little and at Recess in Elementary School. It was almost June, and it was hot outside... well, all of the sudden the sky went half dark, if you get the idea.  So where we were it was sunny sunny and further North was pitch black.  Well, for some reason, even though it was hot outside, we got snow.  It was sooo cool I still remember it to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our bizarre new climate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-7971365583318587733?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7971365583318587733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=7971365583318587733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7971365583318587733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7971365583318587733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/04/snow-fall-and-sunshine.html' title='Snow Fall and Sunshine'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6134516630856541151</id><published>2008-04-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:52:49.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings From on High and Where's the Duck?</title><content type='html'>So we have had a wonderfully inspiring last few weeks.  I'm sorry I haven't blogged much during that time.  I'll probably leave some things out because they been forgotten with time, and so I apologize.  But I will give you the jist of our incredibly blessed lives, as I always do, with smirks and dry humor. With which I have learned to survive my daily battles.  (Wow, that sounded a lot like the beggining of a column in the newspaper... cool...)&lt;br /&gt;So we have been so blessed this past month of March and April.  It's awesome.  I can make such a huge list of blessings that we've recieved.  We didn't explode, our house didn't explode, we didn't then carry on and die, which is awesome, we are now almost completely caught up on our bills.. one to go, and we've still been able to go out on dates and stay away from our savings... which I had no real hope to do but God thought otherwise... let us keep those savings in the bank... not to some guy who wants to build an ivory tower out of diamonds or something.  We've also been blessed in that God feels like we should take on the job of Ward Mission Leader and the even more difficult job.. Ward Mission Leader's Wife.  Which I have to admit scares me... I am totally fine helping out in any way I can and doing what I'm asked to do, but I'm not so amped up about having to be in charge of everything.  My first job I think will be to call some "Assistants" ... A.P.'s if you will.  They can do the Planning and stuff... I'm okay with the leg work. And Chris went to our first "Correlation" meeting with me and I have to say that her being there was such a relief.  I felt so boosted by just having her backing me up.  Thanks babes, you truely are a irreplaceable support to me.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I actually got up and taught the Gospel Principles class on Sunday, and I admit, I had the devil scared out of me.  I feel so incompetant in front of the well experienced masses.  And to top it off, this nice older gentleman steps in front of me and says demandingly, when are you going to visit me?  I'm thinking... ummm, I've seen you before... and yes, I think I know you're name (which is a miracle) but Sir, i don't know you or even where you live or especially not why I'm supposed to visit you... can you tell me, because I'm just a newbie pretending to know what I'm doing... What I said really was, "Umm, I'll make sure and get on that."  And he said, "Yea, you'd better.  You need to come and visit me."  Yea, Umm... I'm scared to the beegezes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got done with another miracle.  So I proposed earlier (I love the big word for said...) that we have somehow been able to pay all of our bills, and replace a furnace and many other unforseen things that should have put us in the hole along with our savings down the drain... well, Again the math doesn't add up... I should be in the hole $250 right now. And actually, since I just found out the bank charged us twice for Chris' car we should actually be in the hole $400 at least! What i found when I logged onto my bank, with great fear I must add, I found the strange doble payment and freaked out.  oh no! We really are screwed cause i don't have money right now to have stuff mess up like this.  I called the bank and the are already working on refunding that.. yea, they'd better be.  Anyways, Before that extra charge, I should be in the hole $260... no joke.  That's the math.  Chris knows I mean it because I sat and did all the work on Friday and paid every bill.  I thought we'd be okay then but later I found I had missed our Car Insurance Premium which was bound to come soon and it was $260 for our cars.  Well, even after the extra car payment, there was $50 in the bank... and I double checked.  Every bill I'd paid had already gone through the bank. And the pending car insurance premium... already had been paid at the beggining of the month. How?!!  I was planning on taking $150 out of our savings to take care of some things like school that we're dealing with right now.  Well, Somehow, God's grace again has fallen on us.  I don't get it, except that truely everything they teach about Tithing is abundantly true.  We shouldn't have any money right now really.  But We do.  In fact, we have more than we need and Chris is getting paid again on Thursday.  A check we can now use on Food Storage and other things we've been putting off for ages.  Again, not only is he taking care of us, He is making it possible that we can follow all of His counsels... even Food Storage.  And now, when it is becoming so evident that we need to be stocking up on everything... well, He is gonna make it easy for us to do It.  I truely Stand Amazed at His blessings.  Who am I do deserve any of it?  &lt;br /&gt;   Well, on a side note... on to my other Incredible blessing that God has given me... my lovely Wife.  We have had some really fun times these past months.  I really have grown to love her in a way I'd thought I never could.  But I wanted to mention one thing... Chris' Bird thing to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;So we've been playing a bit of tennis recently... it's nice that SLCC is right down the street... and it's been fun.  But the funnest thing has been watching Chris as she bends down and charges the ducks that live by the courts.  It's hilarious.  And strangely endearing.  I love how happy and excited she gets when she's chasing the ducks around... especially when one of them can't quite get off the ground to fly and it runs as fast as it's little legs can carry it, tripping all over the place... hilarious.  But I think what I love most is that Chris notices those little fun things... the little things.  I don't know if I could handle having to buy tons of "rocks" and satin and leather stuff all the time.  But the things Chris loves, are the things I love, things that so many others always overlook.  Things my friends used to think was stupid and pointless... she gets and loves.  She really is my perfect match.  I know this post has actually been a lot more about stuff you, reading, probably think is gushy and not as interestng as the song Chris and I made up a few weeks ago going to my coworkers house (scroll down to read the words), but I really have been blessed these past months, and I need to show my thanks. So here it is:  God, thank you so much.  And Chris, thanks a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song we made up is pointless, but I have actually gotten it in my head a few times now... it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck, Duck, Where's the duck?&lt;br /&gt;It might be on your head.&lt;br /&gt;Duck, Duck, where's the duck?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but it might be dead.&lt;br /&gt;Duck, Duck, Where's the duck?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it might be in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;Duck, Duck, where's the duck?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but I wanna dance.&lt;br /&gt;(Followed by the Mario theme music and interpretive dancing with your hands and arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, you're thinking,"Wow, this is gonna be a hit someday." But no, I'm sorry but the only hit is gonna be the hit I get in the head by my wife once I've sung it too long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6134516630856541151?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6134516630856541151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6134516630856541151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6134516630856541151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6134516630856541151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/04/blessings-from-on-high-and-wheres-duck.html' title='Blessings From on High and Where&apos;s the Duck?'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-9104516154328802438</id><published>2008-03-27T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:59:30.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA943dEaBrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_fA_zdd_iLc/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA943dEaBrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_fA_zdd_iLc/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192501789472720562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA944dEaBsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xL4HEopLLDU/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA944dEaBsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xL4HEopLLDU/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192501806652589762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA946NEaBtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vao5YdA616E/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA946NEaBtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vao5YdA616E/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192501836717360850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA948tEaBuI/AAAAAAAAANA/mz8rdFmhuuE/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA948tEaBuI/AAAAAAAAANA/mz8rdFmhuuE/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192501879667033826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sure the only people who read this besides us (Summer and Bravid) are wondering why we are titling our entry "this" a day after we got home from Cleveland... well, the "Good" part was totally Cleveland.  Bravid ;) and Summer and their kids are the coolest kids East of the Mississippi!  Seriously, we enjoyed our stay their sooo much.  They were so generous and let us stay with them and eat thier food.  It was so nice of them.  Thanks Guys!&lt;br /&gt;So we got there late at night.  Landing as the snow is piling up over Cleveland.  The plane was struggling to stop, hydroplaning a bit.  It was really nerve-wrecking but we survived (the first of future blessings).  Once there (a half hour or more late) the kind Summer called and the poor girl had been sitting with three kids in the car forever.  We're so sorry and so grateful for you Summer.  Thanks for being the best.&lt;br /&gt;So we got home barely... snow was making us slide all over and poor Summer was worried about hitting the house as we drove in. So Chris, in her sweet perfection, said to me "in secret"... "lets shovel the driveway before she has to pick up David in the morning..."  So we got up early and shoveled it clean.  I love my wife. I love helping other people but I don't always see thier needs.  She is always on top of that.  Thanks babes.&lt;br /&gt;SO next day was really nice and laid back.  WE got to go on a drive around Cleveland and see all the cool old fashioned houses.  Its something you just can't see here in Utah.  Then we played a ton of Smash Brothers with Logan and Andrew.  And yes, they can beat us both.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday we slept in and woke up for the Super Easter festivities. I love that the Easter bunny hides the baskets.  I loved that growing up.  And he didn't forget us in Cleveland!  He found us there!  After eating candy, we went to Church were I heard a lesson about Dirt and Grains that was so profound I'm still pondering it... and then home for a nice relaxing day.  And I got to play Bop It!&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day we ditched our hosts (actually they are way too nice... we reluctantly left them for a time) and took a ride on the "Trax/Subway" of Cleveland. I think everytime I go somewhere new I'm gonna have to ride thier train... you get to see what the place is really like.  Then we went to a huge Mall- Tower City- and bought stuff at the All a Dollar.  Cool tops that light up for the kids.  And then we took off to see the cool Sea Science Center on Lake Erie.  Right next to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  Who knew that Rock and Roll was "Born" in Cleveland Ohio?  We actually just had our pictures taken there so we could say we've been there.  It was like $45 to get in!!!  Well the Science Center was super Cool! Everything was hands on! We got to fly a Blimp, play with funny sound equipment, ride in a Hang Gliding machine that was turned off, and Chris loved the Medical stuff with its MRI Machine and Brain stuff. I was actually kinda grossed out.  &lt;br /&gt;Then we took the Andersons out to dinner to the best spot in town... Olive Garden.  Which was actually the best spot in town.. even better than the best place in town... Flemings, which we got up and left once we saw that kids don't have a menu there.  Olive Garden was great... even though there was no frozen strawberry lemonade like they have here... the lady was so funny.  She kept saying, "Where are you guys from?  "Utah". You're just such nice people."&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was great too.  Kirtland, Ohio. Chris and I agree, it's very spiritually strengthening to be in the places where amazing Church history has happened and to hear it while you're in the same spots... like being in the room where Christ came down and visited Joseph and Sidney Rigdon... the temple, with all that its lost being out of the hands of the Prophets... is still so nice to be in.  Chris told me she got such a testimony from being there and I did too.  We both loved seeing the way the Saints lived and the things they did to pass this wonderful Gospel and Church on to us.  It's pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played some Star Wars Legos for the last time and slept a bit. Then we got up at 4 and flew over here to Salt Lake.  The flight was a lot smoother than the first.  But I couldn't sleep. Which was really frustrating because I was really tired.. and I had to work that same day...  Enter: the Bad Day Phase...&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Airport and waited awhile for our luggage to come around the carousel... it didn't come... another flight comes it... nope, still not there... fianlly I trun around as a joke to see if its on a didfferent carousel... and yep. There they were... so I ran home... well my Mom came and got us... Thanks sooo much Mom.  And we got home... as I'm hurrying to ready myself to leave to work in 5 minutes time... Chris started to smell something... "Umm, do you smell gas?"  Sure enough... we had a gas leak.  I had to leave.. so I left my wonderful lovely wife to take care of Business... I love her. She got a guy over to fix it for free and then he said... is it okay if I can run some other tests?  So he ran a test on Carbon Monoxide... and yea... we had some... a lot of some...  Our Furnace apparently is not just broken.. it's trying to kill us... Good thing we have the power switch.  Now we have to get a new one.  Lemme just say... It sucks to have to replace that... but thats a lot easier than reversing death... well, after surving a long tired day, I woke up to Event: Ugly&lt;br /&gt;So I got to work today, after teaching little kids all about eating Healthy... which makes me feel guilty becasue I had a pizza in my car waiting for me to scrounge it down...  Well, at work I had to kick some reluctant leaving but troublesome teenagers out... and then a lady came in cause her car had been broken into and some one else had to.. I went outside to see what was up... and the other victim was me.  I have no idea why they would break the window on my old broken Saturn that has nothing of value inside.. but it's kinda frustrating to say the least.  The cop came and did what little he could... and left me with my broken window... Luckily... we have a great agent who was so nice he made me forget any reason to be upset and I'm getting my car taken care of tommorow... So even though its an Ugly situation... really, as my wise Chris said, "At least we're not dead..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-9104516154328802438?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/9104516154328802438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=9104516154328802438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9104516154328802438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9104516154328802438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SA943dEaBrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_fA_zdd_iLc/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-3408558925698758778</id><published>2008-03-19T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:44:30.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Long Anniversary? We Made It This Far, That Calls for Celebration</title><content type='html'>So this has been an interesting Anniversary.  Kinda really laid back so far. I had a concert Saturday, and Chris was sick so she couldn't go and see my band get whacked in the face a ton (one guy actually got 4 stiches from a wandering trumpet). I think maybe it's best she didn't cause we all got hurt (but the drummer) and a crazy drunk girl gave me and the drummer hugs as I said, "YOU'RE REALLY DRUNK AREN'T YA?"  She knocked over some of the drums as she stumbled away.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next day was our Super Anniversary, in the which we steplt in.  I gave her some flowers and chocolate (two of her favorite things) and she made a stupendous cake (of which made me laugh (see pictures on prevous blog)and tasted wonderfully sweet.  Thanks babes) And those are two things that I love!  We totally understand each other.  It was actually really nice. Kinda different because we usually do something huge for celebrations (Chris' B-Day for example), but I just had to sit and look at my wife over the special dinner she made for us and I had that warm goosebumpy feeling go all over as I realized again how much I love that girl to pieces.  Thats all I needed for our Anniversary -Her.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next few days have been nice as well, kinda a strung out relaxing few days.  Which is really nice.  WE watched Heroes (which we are both unquenchingly addicted to) till late last night and then slept in till 11.  It was perfect.  I love waking up slowly with Chris by my side.  Totally beats the single life.&lt;br /&gt;Well, our week long Extravaganza hasn't ended yet. WE are getting all ready and super excited as we prepare for the Cleveland Trip Supreme (wow, thats sounds super COOL!) WE are really excited to get out of town and hang out with Chris' favorite brother.... "who-lives-in-Ohio" (nice save on my part right?)  Chris really just wants to hold the baby girl. I hope thats cool with David (Or Brian... I don't know what to call him... I'm family, but not till after he "changed" his name... what'll I call him?) and of course Summer will need to be okay with that.  Chris is known for putting babies to sleep for hours... letting her hold them forever.  I'm excited about this because I know our babies'll sleep alot... giving me more time for Guitar Hero. (I am kidding if you couldn't tell, I'd rather spend that quite time watching Heroes ;)....  So David/Brian and Summer and Andrew and Logan and Ms. Hannah Montana, here we come!!  I hope that doesn't scare you. We're about to become best buddies.... i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-3408558925698758778?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3408558925698758778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=3408558925698758778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3408558925698758778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3408558925698758778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/week0long-anniversary-why-not-weve-made.html' title='A Week Long Anniversary? We Made It This Far, That Calls for Celebration'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-3093611574983578453</id><published>2008-03-14T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:33:45.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where can I find a book on 'How to be Awesome my first year of Marrage?' "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R9trHGDhSpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2mzPvhVcHIM/s1600-h/HPIM0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R9trHGDhSpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2mzPvhVcHIM/s320/HPIM0983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177849966221150866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R9trHmDhSqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ctLm6rXPOZ0/s1600-h/HPIM0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R9trHmDhSqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ctLm6rXPOZ0/s320/HPIM0986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177849974811085474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R9trH2DhSrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ahA1wGGKYIE/s1600-h/HPIM0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R9trH2DhSrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ahA1wGGKYIE/s320/HPIM0988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177849979106052786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie and I both work the day before our BIG ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY,so made this cake to take to his work.  Because he works at a library I thought it would be approprate to make him a cake that looks like a book. It's kidna sloppy but i am an amatuer (davie says thats how you spell it and i'll believe him cuz he works at a library) cake maker.  Looks good to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-3093611574983578453?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3093611574983578453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=3093611574983578453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3093611574983578453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3093611574983578453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/davie-and-i-both-work-day-before-our.html' title='&quot;Where can I find a book on &apos;How to be Awesome my first year of Marrage?&apos; &quot;'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R9trHGDhSpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2mzPvhVcHIM/s72-c/HPIM0983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-1674848232229094663</id><published>2008-03-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:35:02.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds just wan to have FU-UN!</title><content type='html'>SO...this is the 3rd blog I have written since Davie and I got this blog. It was quite an awesome weekend!&lt;br /&gt;It started Friday night when Davie got off work. I had the bag packed and everything was ready to go, then we set off for one heck of a weekend. When we got to Delta we stayed up and watched an awesome movie about a man and his horse. It was set in the Deserts of Iraq about 30 years ago.  They were having a race to see if horses who are bred are better than a horse who has the will to win. I dont know the name but if you ever hear about a movie that sounds like this, RENT IT! (Hidalgo.. just remembered)&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we slept in till 10 and had a wonderful breakfast made by my mom the chief!  Then we relaxed some more until noon hit. My dad then announced it was time to get read to go to our Country music concert and bull riding contest. I don't know if many people out there 'you internet people' know of a man named Charley Jenkins. I believe he is the next big thing to pop up in country music. **on a side note: Know that Davie is not a major fan of country music. He was quite a trooper to put up with the Country music... and the "hollarin'" and "boot-scooting".  He even was the first one to go down in front of everyone, when no one else would even though they are the Country fans and he's far from "country"... more like punktry.  He even got out and danced (he says he only danced because it was Johnny B. Good, not country, but then he line danced to Boot Scootin' Boogie and got it in his head the whole rest of the night).  The Bull Riding was cool... and the concert was fun.  My parents are so awesome to take us out on a double date...&lt;br /&gt;Then we slept, lost an hour that we didn't have... cause of day light savings... fell asleep right after Church, and then the rest of the day was wonderful hiking out in Delta and the pillars on the mountain... I got so scared on the ride up the mountainside... my hands were turning white I was griping the car seat so hard.  WE saw some cool rock formations and I tried to climb on really cool part, but everyone was so scared and the sandstone was breaking as I was holdinh onto it so I got down.&lt;br /&gt;The trip was really fun... especially watching the TV show Heroes until 1 at night.  That show is so cool.  Davie and I are addicted.  We stayed up (Mom and Dad are addicted too) till 1 and then we drove all the way home so Davie could go to work at 8 that same morning.  It was sooo fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-1674848232229094663?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1674848232229094663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=1674848232229094663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1674848232229094663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1674848232229094663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/so.html' title='Birds just wan to have FU-UN!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-7569566784846017108</id><published>2008-03-06T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:05:11.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day, Best Attitude</title><content type='html'>So I've had my bad days. Haven't we all?  But this day was the worst in awhile... well, it could have been...&lt;br /&gt;So First of all, I woke up and was totally still tired... bad start to a bad day.  Then I got to work and there was a mother load of stuff trucked in for us to checkin all morning.  Now, that is pretty normal... onward we go.  &lt;br /&gt;On my lunch break I got a call from my beloved and was very excited to go to lunch with her.  Cafe Rio baby!  Well, I asked her to preorder it for it to be ready when I got there to pick it up.  She did, but what we hadn't expected was a billion other people in Utah ordering at the same time (You didn't know there were a billion people in Utah did you?  Neither did I).  I got there, and these guys were taking 7 salads a person and walking out.  I got my salad paid for and expected to wait maybe 10 inutes max for it.  I watched some fire fighters come in after me and laughed to myself because the room was filling up with smoke from a burnt tortilla. Good thing the fireman were there.  But do they put out fires on thier lunch break? I don't shelve books on my break so I doubt they do....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched the firemen go through the whole line and get thier food while I stood in the pick up line waiting.  Once they went through I picked a person at the end of the line and watched as she went all the way through the line... yea.  I was pretty frustrated, especially since I only have one hour on my lunch break and now I had exactly enough time to run the food over to Chris and leave.  Literally. Well, I got my food and ran out the door.  Drove as fast as I could over to Chris... while talking to her on the phone.  I felt awful.  Mad that I wouldn't have time to eat the wonderful salad.  And Mad that I had stood in line my whole lunch hour doing nothing but fume with frustration.  And more than anything... mad that I wouldn't get to spend the little break I had looked forward to with my wonderful wife.  I had all of this running through my mind and I had a billion angry things I wanted to say on the phone and to the world... but what I found pop into my head was.... you can either have a good attitude or a bad one.  Is everything really all that bad?  Well, I told my conscience... not really.  I suddenly found myself feeling sorry for Chris and her feeling guilty eating without me... and for those poor ladies working there.... they were sooo frustrated and working like super servers.  I decided to just understand that is was going to be an awful day and that I should just accept that and enjoy it.  ????  Enjoy a bad day?  Sure!! &lt;br /&gt;Well, sure enough,  I got to Chris' work did a quick kiss and drop off move and drove like mad back to work.  When I got there, I found that I had just enough time to slip a chocolate into my mouth and get back on the desk... Wow! A chocolate!  My day was getting better.  &lt;br /&gt;I got out on the desk and found ou that for the next hour or two I would be manning it all by myself.  the other two ladies were on thier way to a benefits training.  Well.. I told myself... even though its the worst time of the day to be all alone on the desk... its an awful day... lets have fun with it.  So bade them farewell and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough.  The teenagers were horrible.  I had at least three people I was helping at once the whole time.  And They were generally not happy to see me... well, with the occasional twitterpated teenage girl... (just kidding Chris, they all were actually really mean that day).  Oh well, when the posse came back.  I was pretty much ready to go home... but I had another two hours to go... &lt;br /&gt;It went by perfectly slow and relentlessly awful... but I still had a stupid smile on my face.  I drove home, and everyone on the street annoyed me... but you know what? I had a beautiful wife to go home to and she had Cafe Rio to share with me!  I was happy.  &lt;br /&gt;Editors Note:  Not really the worst day ever... Hiroshima would be a worst day ever scenario... or a day in Aushwitz would also win that competion... but it was a bad day for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Note:  The main reason I didn't blow up from frustration was because my wife was sooo sweet to me... Seriously. I'm not even trying to be a mushy... that really was it.  Thanks babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-7569566784846017108?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7569566784846017108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=7569566784846017108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7569566784846017108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/7569566784846017108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/worst-day-best-attitude.html' title='Worst Day, Best Attitude'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6312999560458708212</id><published>2008-03-02T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:59:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I introduce you to my New Family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8uFrAawYaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8HnJbCOHI3M/s1600-h/HPIM0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8uFrAawYaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8HnJbCOHI3M/s320/HPIM0976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173375570858238370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8uFsAawYbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zvCvlt4yI_Y/s1600-h/HPIM0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8uFsAawYbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zvCvlt4yI_Y/s320/HPIM0977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173375588038107570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8uFcAawYZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fpabfU_jHQ0/s1600-h/HPIM0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8uFcAawYZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fpabfU_jHQ0/s320/HPIM0975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173375313160200594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just so cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6312999560458708212?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6312999560458708212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6312999560458708212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6312999560458708212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6312999560458708212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-i-introduce-you-to-my-new-family.html' title='Can I introduce you to my New Family?'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8uFrAawYaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8HnJbCOHI3M/s72-c/HPIM0976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-9133535924807457313</id><published>2008-02-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:02:36.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the Little Love Birds.. Aww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8d9hAawYSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6wRjgTZ8qz0/s1600-h/HPIM0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8d9hAawYSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6wRjgTZ8qz0/s400/HPIM0961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172240703059681570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-9133535924807457313?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/9133535924807457313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=9133535924807457313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9133535924807457313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/9133535924807457313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Look at the Little Love Birds.. 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It's her favorite Disney movie and she's been asking to watch it for months, so that sent me on preparations to make the coolest B-Day ever.  With Nemo of course.&lt;br /&gt;To start out, I set up, at 4 in the morning on her B-Day (yesterday), a big treasure hunt.  She had to go all over the house and even out in the shed to find her presents and the next clues.  She told me, while she was doing it, that "I have such a big smile on my face right now."  THa made me very happy, since I had to be at work won her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after she got to sleep in and watch Evan Almighty, her next clue sent her to my work.  She had to talk to people here at my work and they each had letters to fill in the blanks of her next clue. It took a while (since she had to work here as well.  Not just party) but she figured it out. And that clue told her the theme of Finding Nemo.  &lt;br /&gt;Next, was a trip to Toelle to find her a B-Day Bird Present (and a companion for Peetree who has been overly lonely recently.  But Again, my wife took up the challenge and has been so sweet to "him" now.  I love that part of her, she's soooo sweet.).  Well, once we finally got there and an hour later, we entered this animal crazy house where that animals are treated better than the kids... sad really.  Well, this lady had a ton of cockatiels and all sorts of colors.  But two ended up standing out the most.  They look a lot like peetree but with a lot more yellow on the body instead of gray and white.  Well, we decided on the one that should be a girl (since Peetree is probably a boy) and got him a mate.  Well, at least a friend with benefits... So we then brought them home and were ready to set off for din-din at Joe's Crab Shack.  But as we entered the house, a man was sitting on our couch.  I knew it was Chris' dad (cause we had aranged previously that her parents were going to come for dinner, bless thier hearts, Chris loved it) and Chris screamed.  Then she thought "why isn;t he trying to run and take off with our T.V. or something... well, he didn't becasue he gave us the T.V.  and his is better anyways.... well, we went and ahd a great dinner and We had tons of fun with her parents.  Then we had to leave... they went back to Delta... crazy.... and we went to my parents house for cake and ice cream.  &lt;br /&gt;My om had made a cool cake with nemo characters on it and candy sea weed on a "water" frosting background.  I was surprised how much Chris loved it.  I guess she hadn't ever had a cake like that.  Well, babes... Happy Birthday.  I hope you loved it and we'll watch your new Nemo movie maybe tonight..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors Side Note: In Reference to the new "Companion" for Peetree:  This morining I woke up to singing.  Peetree sang to his new shorty all morning long.  He kept standing over her and just staring at her.  Then he'd climb in front of her on the cage and stare... then he'd climb back up and stare and serenade her the whole time.  It was very cute, but then he wouldn't jump onto my finger.  I feel kinda jealous... he likes her more than me... Man, just cause I don't have any lady hormones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-8359559289445019549?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8359559289445019549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=8359559289445019549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8359559289445019549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8359559289445019549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/theme-parties-and-my-lovely-wife-chris.html' title='Theme Parties and My Lovely Wife, Chris'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R8d8xgawYPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tEpjxN_JlJc/s72-c/HPIM0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5288353094386660476</id><published>2008-02-20T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:43:12.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Main Man Rick (with added story about Awesome Kids)</title><content type='html'>So Chris and I have been praying for chances to help other out.  And we have been given quite a few interesting ones.  Just this morning, I was in the turning lane behind a guy on my way to work... when his car starts on fire.  First there was a ton of smoke, and I'm thinkin.. whats this guy doing.  Then I figured he probably needs some help so I jumped out, along with some nice Tongan guy behind me, and we pushed his car across traffic into a parking lot.  We were being nice but the other drivers on the road need some nice lessons. We're pushing a car out there and cars are driving all around us!  Are they nuts!&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes... anyways, we had a &lt;em&gt;chance&lt;/em&gt; to help someone at Church on Sunday. I was in my Gospel Principles class when we got introduced to a nice guy named Rick. I thought... Hurray! A Missionary Opportunity!... So after class, I approached him and talked to him a bit.  He said he was lonely after his first girlfriend died and his wife divorced him and now his recent girlfriend wants to "move on."  (We heard this same story quite a few times actually.  I feel really bad for Rick) Well, I invited him over to our house with the missionaries (who were conveniently right next to us) and asked them for dinner and a discussion... hoping Chris would be all cool with it.  Well, after Church, I got Rick planned to get picked up by the missionaries and approached Chris with the news.  Like the wonder that she is... She not only said it would be great, but she had actually already signed up that very same day to have the missionaries come over for dinner at our house.  So we had both planned on the missionaries coming over... we were totally following that telepathic married link that we've been developing late at nights with our minds.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, we got all excited and cleaned the house and Chris cooked up a magical wonder of wonderful food.  When the missionaries arrived.. they didn't have Rick.. so off we drove in my little car to Ricks... (Editors Side Note:  One of the Elders is 6 foot 10 inches tall... he didn't like my car very much.) We picked up Rick, who had just eaten dinner and came over to our banquet.  Well, we had a scrupmtous dinner, which the missionaries loved as did I (I always love Chris' cooking) and so did Rick... again and again.  I think he ate two plates full... and he'd already had dinner. And he had another plate after the lesson!&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat down and the missionaries gave us this wonderful, spiritual lesson... hoping to get the sparks going so that Rick would be baptized.  Everything went perfectly... he even said that this is the only Church that can be true.  All the other ones are wrong. Then they asked him what would keep him from getting baptized in the Church? "I already did that."  He says.  Oh... so your LDS?  "Yea. When I was 12 I got baptized."  What?!!!  So why didn't you let us know sooner?  oh well, I'm glad he knows that our Church is true and that he would get baptized in it if he wasn't already. Now its my job to help him stay active in the Church.  &lt;br /&gt;So one more thing... I had an awesome time with the Awesome Kids that I teach weekly today. The lesson today was on Service.  So I had them all make a "Get Well Soon" card for kids at the Primary Children's Hospital.  Thier cards are sooooo cute and perfect.  I know they are going to touch some kids lives... and definately will touch every mothers little heart strings for sure!  My two favorites were this beautiful and colorful card that said "Get Will Soon" on it.  And the other was from a really excited boy who drew a robot (thats what he told me it was at least) and then he wrote "I love Mom.  To: Mom."  Hahaha... I hope the kid can't read who gets that one.  His mom will appreciate it though.  I told them to write them for the kids but I guess he decided some mom needed a card too.  How sweet of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5288353094386660476?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5288353094386660476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5288353094386660476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5288353094386660476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5288353094386660476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-main-man-rick-with-added-story-about.html' title='My Main Man Rick (with added story about Awesome Kids)'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-2629351678072247681</id><published>2008-02-20T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:40:19.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY AFTER</title><content type='html'>So I think I had the coolest.. and my most favoritest Valentines Day ever.  FOrst off all, Chris gave me that awesome singing Ballon that says, "Hot, Hot..." Over again.  I loved that.  And then we got to sleep in... and then we went out... all decked up like superstars... well, super spies and super stars.  I bet you can't guess which one of us was the super star and who was the super spy.... Okay I was James Bond and Chris was Katherine Heigl... now do you know who was who?  &lt;br /&gt;Well, we went and took pictures... and even though Chris (Heigl) is way too modest to admit it, she is gorgeous... ALWAYS.  She is so photogenic its like a natural talent... nay... a Gift!&lt;br /&gt;After taking those really nice pictures.  I took Chris to a dinner date.  Now, she has been bugging me for days since I set the reservation, trying to find out where we were going.  And I was able to keep it a secret up to the moment we were heading over there.  She was soooo Happy and excited.  And after eating a half ton of meat, she said she loved me for taking her to Rodizio Grill.  &lt;br /&gt;(Editors Note: Davie was the one who actually ate the half ton of meat.  Chris ate just like the Princess she is and only ate a quarter ton.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that wonderful Date.... we went home and digested in our divine slumber.  It was sooo nice.  I love my little Valentine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-2629351678072247681?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2629351678072247681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=2629351678072247681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2629351678072247681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2629351678072247681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-after.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY AFTER'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6278546848568179446</id><published>2008-02-14T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:45:56.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did they Pick Valentines Day in the Winter Time? and The Real Story of Little Red Riding Hood</title><content type='html'>To answer the question, Chris stated it clearly: "So lovers will snuggle up real close." &lt;br /&gt;I previuosly was going to title this "Adventures on Black (Ice) Valentines Day", but even with the nasty weather, Chris and I are having way too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we had the nasty storm last night, which Chris daringly braved just so she could come from the East side to the West side and be with me at work... I love that super girl. So we hung out at the library since no one else was cray enough to go out.  Once we finished work at 9, we set out on the thrilling, driving adventure on the Black Ice... which was decievingly covered in beautiful white snow... and cars were going out of control everywhere.  I can't believe that kids actually had to spend the night at schools in Provo.  Thats nuts!  Well, nuts, and really exciting.  I remember I loved when it snowed like this as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Well, on our drive, we headed onto Bangerter Highway and just as we turned onto it a 4WD SUV spun out right in front of us... but not just a litle bit.  It was like a 480 degree spin that almost took it off the road, over the cliff and into some housing about 30 feet down... that guy was super lucky he didn't slide one foot more... and that was enough to convince me to stay under 20 mph.  Well, that and Chris kept telling me too... that helped too.  Well, on the way home, we stopped at a grocery store and had a secret Valentine Adventure.  We both got each other gifts without letting the other one know what it really was.  I got Chris some chocolates, a cool house plant, and a cute card.  She bought baking items so I had to guess what it was.  Turns out it was some amazing fudge.  I loved it, and the singing card she gave to me was so Special.. thanks babes.  So the night was lots of fun, and we did end up cuddling since it was so snowy and cold outside.  Yep, my wife is always right.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, today was kinda sad because we are both working and we wont really see each other at all until 9 tonight.  So thats why we did Valentines yesterday and tommorrow.  Well, even though I was out teaching kids this morning, I wanted to do something romantic and memorable for Chris.  She gave me the idea when she called and said that she was jealous that all the other girls were getting flowers and got to wear thier "invisible tiaras" all day.  So I got to work and bought her a real tiara and took it to her before I went to the library.  I have to one-up all the other guys right, so figured flowers are nice but with a real tiara, everyone gets to see how special she is.  She really gets to be the Princess.  So thats what she got to do today.  I hope you love being royalty honey.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll let her tell the rest of today, but I wanted to tell a story that I told the kids at school.  Did you know that Little Red Riding Hood is a Valentines Day Story?  Why else whould she be wearing Red? And so goes the story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red Riding Hood got home from school and ran to her room to play her playstation. Her mom came in and asked her to go to her Grandmas House and give her a Valentines Day card and some chocolates because Granny was feeling lonely today.  &lt;br /&gt;Little Red just said, "Whatever Mom" and continued playing her game.  A lttle while later, Mom came in again and asked Little Red to also do her homework before she went to Grannys.  Little Red just said, "Whatever Mom."  &lt;br /&gt;Mom came up once more and told Little Red that she needed to leave soon so that she would be home before 6 because thats when dinner would be.  And if she was late, she'd miss out on Dinner.  Little Red just said, "Whatever Mom," and continued playing.  She wanted to get to level 25.  She hadn't listened to a thing Mom had said.&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally Little Red beat level 25 and decided to stop playing.  She got up and went downstairs and realized she was suddenly bored.  So she asked Mom, "Hey lady, what is there to do around here?  I'm Bored."&lt;br /&gt;"Bored?!! Have you not heard anything I asked you to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm. No mom. What do you need?"&lt;br /&gt;Flustered, Mom repeated all that she wanted Little Red to do, and added, "Oh.. and if someone comes and talks to you, Don't talk to them and never leave the path okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, Little Red yelled, "Whatever Mom," as she raced out the door to Granny's house.  All she heard was go to Grandma's house... nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, because someone silly decided to have the Holiday in the Wintertime, there was snow all over the ground.  Little Red soon reached the woods and decided she'd take a short cut and walk through less snow.  Well, sure enough, once she started off on the shortcut, she quickly became lost.  &lt;br /&gt;Along came a decently dressed business man named "Big Bad Wolf".  Don't be fooled by his dress, he was a bad wolf for sure.  Well, he walked up to Little Red and Asked, "Hey Little girl, What are you doing out here?"&lt;br /&gt;Little Red responded, "I'm off to my Grandma's House but I've gotten Lost."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Little girl.  I live in these Woods and I know just how to get to Granny's house.  Just head down that path there and you'll get there in no time."&lt;br /&gt;Well, the wolf did know the woods well and he had sent Little Red down the long way to Granny's and he took a Short Cut.&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bad Wolf arrived at Granny's first and walked right in.  Well, Granny wasn't there, she was out Snowboarding, so he decided to dress up as Granny and hide in the bed for Little Red.&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, Little Red showed up at Granny's house. And as she walked in she Realized... what am I doing here?  She'd never really listened to her Mom.  Well, it was Valentines Day so she said, "Happy Valentines Day Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;The Wolf responded, "Happy Valentines Day, Little Red."  &lt;br /&gt;Little Red, thought for a moment, wow, Granny needs to stop smoking.  She sounds terrible.  The Wolf whispered, "Come here Dear and give Granny a hug."&lt;br /&gt;Little Red walked right up to the Wolf and gave him the biggest hug ever.  &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the Wolf thought... wow, no one has ever given me a hug like that.  I don't want to eat her... I... "Little Red, will you be my Valentine?"&lt;br /&gt;With a whoosh, Little Red flew out the door and ran all the way her house.  That wasn't Granny! That was the Bad Wolf!&lt;br /&gt;And the poor Bad Wolf was left there, missing his only new friend.&lt;br /&gt;When Little Red got home, Mom was there standing and tapping her foot irritatedly.  "Little Red! Where have you Been?  It's 8 oclock!"&lt;br /&gt;Little Red then explained all that she had done and how she had had to ask the Wolf where to go because she was lost...&lt;br /&gt;"You talked to the Wolf?!!  Little Red... didn't you listen to anything I told you..."  &lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, no Mom... Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Little Red.  If you had only listend to me when I told you, you would've known why you were going to Grandmas, and you wouldn't have strayed off the path and gotten lost.  And you surely would've never met that furry Bad Wolf.  Little Red, have you learned your lesson?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Mom, I'll go do my homework right Now!"&lt;br /&gt;And the Lived Happily Ever After once the snow all melted and they could drive around again without having crazies running off the road all over. The END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6278546848568179446?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6278546848568179446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6278546848568179446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6278546848568179446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6278546848568179446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-did-they-pick-valentines-day-in.html' title='Why Did they Pick Valentines Day in the Winter Time? and The Real Story of Little Red Riding Hood'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-3567353313349627778</id><published>2008-02-12T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:23:17.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO:  fix a "rough patch"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO! after nearly a whole year of marrage i have found an excellent way to get through a "rough patch". One person has to say, ok i'm ready to be over this and then announce out loud to the other person 3 things they really love abou the other person.  Nothing they really want to hear at the time but 3 things you acutally love about them. Then it is the next persons turn and follow.  **MEN-- it especially works when you have a piece of chocolate or something to give too.  ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-3567353313349627778?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3567353313349627778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=3567353313349627778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3567353313349627778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3567353313349627778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-after-nearly-whole-year-of-marrage-i.html' title='HOW TO:  fix a &quot;rough patch&quot;'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6029070107606812586</id><published>2008-02-07T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:11:34.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Fairies and Voting Blues</title><content type='html'>So I have to say, especially after my last comments about the Library Phenomenon.  So I think the Library fairy has recruited some other little magic fairies to help us out here at Kearns.  Why do I say this?  First of all, we haven't had any big fights ever since they started the bathroom parties... and thats a great trade.  And second, the kids are smiling a lot more here, and even.. they come up to the desk and ask for papers to color - from me!!! Chris!! I made some little friends!!!  Today a couple different kids actually started getting annoying because they were following me around as I was doing my work... it's nice that I can see that the kids are getting used to me, but I don't know... having little 14 year olds following me around because they don't have anything better to do is not my idea of fun... but hey, at least the library fairies are keeping the kids happy.  (and no, by fairies I don't mean any sort of drug.. I only mean to give credit to something unseen and completly illogical, as are all things good coming from teenagers).  Also, I think one of those fairies keeps dropping little books into my book drop, making me work instead of blog! How dare he!&lt;br /&gt;So I had to also mention the wonderful opportunity that i gave Chris on Voting Day, to accompany me as a POll Worker at a Junior High School.  The fun part was the cool big band era music they played in between classes.  Yea, that was the fun part, and hearing all the kids ask for "I Voted" stickers and to vote for Romney... that was fun.  I'm glad they are actually at all interested in thier countries future.  Kudos go to some great Social Studies teacher.  But other than that, the lines.. the irritated "unaffiliated" people, the sitting for 15 hours, and the runs to the bathroom after sharing a 2 liter Rootbeer, were all not exactly ideal.  But hey, it was fun to hang out with Chris all day and get paid for it, and the pizza was actually really good.  But, yes, I'm sorry Chris.  Next year I'll let you vote instead of working the voting booths.  Then hopefully you won't have to wait in line for 16 hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6029070107606812586?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6029070107606812586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6029070107606812586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6029070107606812586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6029070107606812586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/library-fairies-and-voting-blues.html' title='Library Fairies and Voting Blues'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5223136160862192350</id><published>2008-02-04T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:01:39.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cupboards, The Patron From RudeWorld, and the Library Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>First of all, about a week ago, my lovely wife surprised me with a wonderful weekend off... I was on my way home and called her, and she said, "Thank goodness you called, I can't decide on which knobs to get.  Can you come down to Lowe's and help me?".... Knobs? Lowe's? What? (my thoughts exactly)... I said yes.  Then i got there and found out that we had paint, brushes, and all other neccessary items to repaint and redo the knobs in our kitchen... well, that wasn't my idea of the ideal weekend off, but I had Newleyweds with Jessica Simpson (I knew she would love it) in the car and I really wanted those cupboards changed so it works.  Yes, for those men reading this in awe... I did, completly on my own, the newlyweds for Chris to watch... with me... yes I admit it.  It was probably the one thing that made painting 6 hours straight bearable... that and Cinderella 3...  well, to end that long project (many days later), last night we had our new hinges as well, and we started the project to reponerlos (put them back on the shelf for everyone who doesn't understand Espanol). Well, I put Chris to sleep... (yea, if I have the same effect on our kids, our kids will spend a lot of their time asleep, at least If i have any say on it), and while she slept, I got to work screwing all those ity-bity screws in the hinges and onto the cupboards... with my bare hands!  Yea, I'm the ipitomy of manliness.  My bare hands!!!!!  Well, okay, with a hand screwdriver, but still.  I'm super awesome... no power tools for me! Even though it was sitting out and ready to use.  Well Chris woke up, suprised at my manly-work (what a play on words)... and she fell in love with me all over again.  i qoute, "It's pretty sexy to watch your husband working hard with his shirt off and tools in his hands."  (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;I just need to vent a bit. So here I am, being my wonderfully calm self, when all of the sudden this lady comes up with two bags full of books.  She doesn't ask or say anything but drops the bags on the counter in front of me, moves the towering piles of books that I was in the process of checking.  She slids them to the side and says that I have to check in her items right then.  Okay, I have no problem cattering to people, but where does she get the idea that she can moves my stuff around.  Stuff I was actually working on as she moved them... i've never been so "violated."  Okay, now I'm over it.  Thanks for letting me vent.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... now the phenomenon of the library... To start this out, I do need to explain that the library i work at is not your regular library.  You do not come to this library to read, learn, find information, or just to go somewhere renowned for its quietness. No, you come to this library to pick up chicks (of the 14 and under type), dispute gossip heard from school, paint your nails, practice tagging, (no Chris, not your new job, I mean graffity), hang out, have a co-ed bathroom party, make out in the dark corners, and mostly just to use Myspace.  So that said, all we deal with on a day-to-day basis are Junior High Kids... which to me is bizarre.  I was a nerd in Junior High cause i liked to go to the library.  Now the nerds aren't aloud.  Its too selective. its the cool kids hangout and the gangster kids hideout.  Well, the phenomenon is not just that.  The librarians just started handing out applications to work on a youth level commity at the library.  And guess what... they were diving at them to get an application...  "I want to work at the library"  was heard all over!  What has happened here?  But honestly, that is why I love this job.  We really have an effect on the community here that not many other libraries can ever boast.  And I love that I get to boast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5223136160862192350?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5223136160862192350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5223136160862192350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5223136160862192350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5223136160862192350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-cupboards-and-library-phenomenon.html' title='New Cupboards, The Patron From RudeWorld, and the Library Phenomenon'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-49185840393698214</id><published>2008-01-27T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:20:53.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Artwork by the Constantly Creative Chris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R51YD_BHncI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lZ9v8v-FjqM/s1600-h/HPIM0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R51YD_BHncI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lZ9v8v-FjqM/s320/HPIM0933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160377573515435458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... but I'm not dead yet... and I don't think she's been practicing my eulogy yet either... I don't know though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-49185840393698214?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/49185840393698214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=49185840393698214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/49185840393698214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/49185840393698214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-artwork-by-constantly-creative.html' title='More Artwork by the Constantly Creative Chris'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R51YD_BHncI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lZ9v8v-FjqM/s72-c/HPIM0933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-6008526503118705976</id><published>2008-01-25T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:23:36.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my Dumber fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R51UEfBHnYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/woJWp7Z9BLo/s1600-h/HPIM0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R51UEfBHnYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/woJWp7Z9BLo/s320/HPIM0928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160373184058858882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my fish.  I now only have 1 of the trio fish i recieved from my beloved before our wedding.  They were part of our decoration at the wedding and greeted everyone who came. Some of you migh know the my fish. They where at the wedding on the table when you walked in......quietly whispering "sign the book". After the wedding i gave Peachy to my brother and sister-in-law. I gave Peachy away so that she might share her cheer onto their family. Left with me was DUMB and DUMBER.  MY red and blue beta fish.  Well, DUMBER has not been doing so good for the last few months.I cleaned her water and gave her fresh food. She just never pulled out of if. &lt;br /&gt;Then one day, it happened. dumber died. Alone and quietly, she sunk to the bottom and died. i was so up set but thought i would just get some rest from the long days work and worry about it tomarrow.  The day was rough. I'm very glad i worked though to help keep my mind off of planing the funeral and praticing the eulogy. Well when I got home I was so happy when I found Dumber still alive but mostly dead (like from the movie The Princess Bride) Davie and I rejoiced and celebrated with a batch of cookies.  My fish had broken free from the chains of death. Horray!&lt;br /&gt;Well...sadly to say that she was not with us for long.  The next evening DUMBER died AGAIN! I could tell she was really gone this time cuz her eyes were set and cloudy. For her funeral I painted a picture of her and asked Davie if he would Play "Be still my soul" We invited friends over to play Guitar Hero and Wii games. Before the fun-filled evening we had Dumbers funeral...and placed her in the toilet to be flushed. We thought about doing a water funeral and sending her out on a boat but it was hard to think of any close pools of water that were not frozen. Then i rememebred my favoite Disney movie. ALL PIPES LEAD TO THE OCEAN.  We gently placed (poured) her into the toilet the fushed. I miss my dumber fish. The end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-6008526503118705976?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6008526503118705976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=6008526503118705976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6008526503118705976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/6008526503118705976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-my-dumber-fish_25.html' title='I miss my Dumber fish'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R51UEfBHnYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/woJWp7Z9BLo/s72-c/HPIM0928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-3374520781916748235</id><published>2008-01-25T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:02:16.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero, Gifts, Guatemaltecos, and the Garden of Eden</title><content type='html'>So I'm so sorry to all those who have been waiting patiently to hear the profound words of my inner thoughsts which seem to always circle around a special little girl... a little blonde princess who is the fairest one of them all... &lt;br /&gt;Well, enough with the sappy stuff... is a princess supposed to be able to rock out on Guitar Hero better than a Grubby little Rock Star? No siree!  And yet, here that Princess was, the other day, beating me a Roudy Battle of the great GT Hero.  And she was doing it in front of all my Friends... We were invited by some of our married ward friends to battle, and here the men were rocking it out, and I get up all ready to show them all what a real Guitar Hero looks like, and what!? She wastes me... not just a little but enough that my rock star level dropped below red... and we all know what happens then... ROCKSTAR DESTRUCTION!  Well, honestly, I wasn't surprised that she beat me, because all she does is battle in the game... so of course she'd win... right...? Okay, I'll admit I lost, but only because she's the only one who's going to read this anyways..&lt;br /&gt;So did you notice that all the title words start with "G".  Pretty clever eh?  Yea, I'm pretty witty if I don't say so myself...  but i did.  So I was going to give Chris this nice perfume for Christmas... it disappeared... and then reappeared today! Pretty awesome magic trick Chris. I'm real impressed but thats your Valentines present now... sorry you found it so early, it would've been a nice present...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, so I just got done "I.M.ing" (not a legal word yet but I hear that Websters is thinking about adding it) some of my converts down in Guatemala!!! The awesomest family and it made me remember all those good times there, and the amazing people that I met.  I love those people so much... and I hope that some day Chris and I'll be able to visit them.&lt;br /&gt;In other important Remodel news.... Chris... and i have decided to paint all of our cupboards nice white and put on new knobs!!! It'll look so much nicer.  And I'm especially excited that our Garden of Eden bathroom is slowly becoming a regular bathroom.  the leaf clips are gone and replaced by some metrosexual clips!!! They're tizzight!  Sorry, guys, you still have to look at yourself when you go the bathroom.  So has anyone ever seen those crazy anti-mormon ideas about what we Mormons think about the Garden of Eden?  Well, if only we were that crazy... Church would be sooo wierd that I'd love every day trying to imagine what was going to be taught next... and Then Whammm!!! Being wrong everytime!! Yea, that'd be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-3374520781916748235?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3374520781916748235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=3374520781916748235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3374520781916748235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/3374520781916748235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/guitar-hero-gifts-guatemaltecos-and.html' title='Guitar Hero, Gifts, Guatemaltecos, and the Garden of Eden'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4910135826198478285</id><published>2008-01-14T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:43:39.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Morn... not to Be Confused with a September Morn</title><content type='html'>So I don't have any really crazy story, except this... Cheese curds are really just cheese rolled into a ball... but A&amp;W is making tons of money rolling them up and selling them under this nationwide conspiracy. It's just a cheese-in-ball shape.  GO buy the cheese and roll it up yourselves if you like it like that... it'll save you money and the rest of the world from another corporate crime.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and the title has an interesting story behind it as well.  The story starts with Chris getting up grudgingly and I, with her also grudgingly (thank goodness we're not in a horror film... it'd definately turn out bad then), and she took off for work.  Well, I laid down to waste two hours till I had to get up... yea, I can't ever fall asleep again after she's gotten up (gotten= not a real word). Well, I'm lying there and I started hearing bells jingling a bit and shuffling in the house.  This was not completely out of the ordinary because Peatree (our bird) does this frequently... but not in pitch darkness.  She's a smart bird, she sleeps at least 8 hours a day.  So I became overly anxious and began sneaking around my house.  If someone was sneaking in my house, well, I'd better sneak around too.  I don't want to be left out this fun game.  Well, I looked all around, and couldn't see anything amiss (well, to be truthful, I couldn't really see anything because I hadn't put on my glasses) and I went back to bed.  then...&lt;br /&gt;AHGGGGGGGG! And I threw myself down to the ground and to the mercy of this unseen sneaker person.  (hey, I didn't expect this part of the game, but I improvised and played along as the events played themselves out).  Well, after I awoke from my heart attack, I told Chris to never, ever do that again..... Well, it was a funny joke, but I really don't want to die early... at least not because I see my wife in bed... that's not how I want to die at all...&lt;br /&gt;After this already eventful morning, I left for work in my ice-encrusted car.  I thought I'd be able to handle the driving until my windshield cleared up, but when a car drove passed me and I realized I was in the turning lane, I decided it was time to pull over and wait out the heater.  Yes, in Utah, one should never drive under the influence or under the cover of a thick sheet of ice. Nope, not a good idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;So, in other news, Chris is awesome, not new news but still important to put into writing.  She got our internet set up (so instant message us okay!?), and got our home phone set up, which may be a Hispanic party line, we haven't figured that out yet... And she got us some cool phones for super cheap and got us a nice desk and chair for super cheap too... that girl really knows how to shop!!! Well... until next time, make sure you don't go screwing anything up.... just a tip from some "wise-guy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4910135826198478285?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4910135826198478285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4910135826198478285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4910135826198478285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4910135826198478285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-morn-not-to-be-confused-with.html' title='January Morn... not to Be Confused with a September Morn'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-8237637766487293460</id><published>2008-01-09T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:10:29.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can A Hit-and Run with Wiper Fluid be called a Drive-By Shooting?</title><content type='html'>First of All, Happy Three Kings Day. Yep, another one of those crazy traditions that don't add up. Just like Easter, Christ's Resurrection, we hide eggs and eat chocolate bunnies, and Christmas we put up trees in the house and decorate the yard (shouldn't the tree be in the yard and the decorations in the house?)... well, Three Kings day is the day after Jesus was born when the kings arrived... well, if they came 12 days after Christ was born, why was he two years old when they got there? I can understand holidays like Boxing Day (December 26) they make boxes... and Reeses Pieces Peanut Butter Cups Month (November) you eat the Peanut Butter Cups, and Vegan month (also November) you eat vegans, but shouldn't Christmas be about More Christ, and Easter about whatever that means? Whatever, Happy Three Kings Day anyways. It's just like your birthday, no one really cares, all they want is cake.&lt;br /&gt;So Chris, I'm sorry, I was going to do this story pretending to be you... but I couldn't. I sat for awhile and nothing came out right... so this is Chris (a.k.a Davie) posting a story you will all be glad you read.&lt;br /&gt;Chris came to my work earlier today because I'd stolen her pocketbook. See, in marriage, you try and steal stuff from each other but its all shared inventory anyways, you're wasting your time. Husbands, especially don't even think about "stealing" her chocolates or tooth brushes... those things are sacred... and not shared... anything else, is free, but still weird. Anyways, our story happens after she came to work. She calls me, laughing boisterously (is a word, I promise)and tells me this story:&lt;br /&gt;So I was stopped at a light, and I glanced at the ladies car next to me, which had not been left outside and abandoned to the weather and I realized that my windshield was terribly dirtified. So I turned on the wipers and sprayed some liquid onto... the girls car next to me. I laughed because Davie and I had just talked about rigging the wiper fluid to shoot cars next to us, and here mine had. Then, in that split second that i thought all of this, I saw the girl throw her arms up and protect her face from the wiper fluid I had shot at her car. Apparently the windows of her car were so clean she didn't stop to think that the windows were up and she was not going to get wet... hahah, sucker and her clean windows. She's probably the girl they use in the glass cleaner commercials. You know the one that walks into the door and does the funny ouch face. Well, I am so glad I woke up today and got to experience that drive-by soaking.... I wanna try it on someone else now... one of those guys stupid enough to leave their convertible down i the wintertime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors Note: The events in the story are all true. Any additions or subtractions to the original events are added in because Davie wanted to put them there, so lay off the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davie's Note to Chris (and anyone else reading this):  Also, anyone who is interested (Chris... perhaps) every first day of the month the Downtown Library gives free vouchers to the first comers to tons of nice musicals, ballets, and other events... its thier community service.  So we should totally get in on that honey.  Also, I just have to say, the Tepanyaki was amazing the secondtime as well, thanks sooooo much babes.  You really are the bestest to me.   I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-8237637766487293460?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8237637766487293460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=8237637766487293460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8237637766487293460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8237637766487293460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-assault-with-wiper-fluid-be-called.html' title='Can A Hit-and Run with Wiper Fluid be called a Drive-By Shooting?'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-2590134460149956563</id><published>2008-01-03T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:20:58.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Children on Sleds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R4GajnFHZTI/AAAAAAAAABY/5IuJUL4aQDo/s1600-h/HPIM0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R4GajnFHZTI/AAAAAAAAABY/5IuJUL4aQDo/s320/HPIM0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152569385265095986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to say, that we had an awesome New Years Eve. First of all we went to three different parties, yea we're the popular kids, and they were all fun. Then we went to sleep, slept in, which was divine... and then we went on a double-date with a friend and his ladyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the sledding hill a bit before them and there were birds all over the frozen pond.... Birds + Chris =... well, if you know her then you know whats gonna happen... if you don't, lets start with the fact that she's got a bird thing. She even married a Bird, just so she could have the Last name Bird (smile honey :). Well, we played with the ducks, and threw them raisins, nuts and M&amp;Ms. Yes, birds love chocolate candies too. I should know. Then Chris started to chase the birds around and kept saying she wanted to get closer to the ones in the frozen pond. I should've done something right then, but I played along. Next thing you know, the ice breaks and I grasp my lovely wife as she sinks into the frozen water. As she looks up at me with desperation, her daring and dashing husband scoops her out of the frozen danger and sets her down in safety. (pretty awesome huh?!) And Chris was so smart, she brought extra shoes and socks.&lt;br /&gt;Well, next we brought our sleds, a.k.a - cardboards and kneeboards, which work awesome and cost less than sleds. Well, our first sledding event happened quickly after our pond experience... I went down on the kneeboard... right into a little 5 year old. Instead of taking him out though, I just scooped him up (I did a lot of scooping that day) and took him along for the ride. I think the kid even thanked me afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;Well, after all the fun sledding I had everyone kneel on our cardboard sleds and take a picture, which was interrupted as a bunch of sledders aimed for us and we jumped out of the way.... leaving Chris' glasses behind to be broken into three pieces. (Miracle side note and note of thanks all in one: Chris' mom just found another pair of Chris' glasses -same day- and brought them to us... perfect timing Nancy, Thanks). Well, after "scooping" up the remains of Chris' glasses another sledding accident happened. Chris dove out of the way. I jumped and kicked a kid in the head then fell on my soft tooshie. Domino, my friend, was saved somehow to care for his date who was knocked almost to blackout and walked slowly to the car with Domino carefully holding her up. It was a precious moment, well yes, even painful moments can be precious when a guy is so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;We asked her if she still wanted to go eat and she said, "Well yea, I'm hungry." So we went to Pei Wei (yes, free advertising for Pei Wei in Sugarhouse), and it was amazing. The waiter was really, really nice. I think his name Davie. We didn't leave him a tip though. &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years Everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-2590134460149956563?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2590134460149956563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=2590134460149956563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2590134460149956563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/2590134460149956563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/dangers-of-children-on-sleds.html' title='The Dangers of Children on Sleds'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yuApkxti3n0/R4GajnFHZTI/AAAAAAAAABY/5IuJUL4aQDo/s72-c/HPIM0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-1261534283301821074</id><published>2007-12-27T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:06:26.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Caution for All Women: Be Careful What Your Husbands Wish For. It'll Usually End in Some Disaster</title><content type='html'>So We were having such a wonderful Christmastime and I saw a co-worker eating turkey and stuffing and I thought... well, we haven't had our Christmas Dinner yet.  So I called up my lovely and supportive wife and asked her if she'd be so awesome as to make me a Christmas Dinner.  And just like the wonderful woman that she is, she jumped up and went shopping for a ham and stuffing and all the fixuns.  I felt guilty having asked her to "work" for me, but I was super excited that she was going to cook sucha meal.  We were so excited we asked my sister and her family to come over and eat with us and enjoy a Wii Party together.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, I know this sounds like a fun, romantic evening, but it's not.  Its just like a Sheep in Wolf's Clothing, Fun to think about, but not really a good thing at all.  I mean, they'll all go out to eat the sheep and if he doesn't eat his friends  the wolves'll find out he's not a wolf... and then Dinner is served. But not to the good guys.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to preface this story a bit more: Chris had been frustrated by our old can opener so I bought a new one that I'd hoped would be better.  I got home from work, smelled the wonderful ham and was so excited about the wonderful meal. Naively I didn't think about Murphy's Law... if it can get worse, it will. &lt;br /&gt;So I got home, and I found out quickly that that new can opener was worse than the old one.  So much so that my wife was no bledding profusely from her index finger. I looked into her strong woman eyes as she said, "Honey, I need stiches."&lt;br /&gt;So we let my sister's family in and they ate dinner and played Wii while we went and ran around like, I have to apologize for the stereotype but this is exactly how I felt, like Illegal Immigrants who are rejected from treatment because they have no insurance... only we had insurance and they still showed us out....&lt;br /&gt;Finally I made another dumb-man mistake and said we should go to Pioneer Valley Hospital, which we did.  And there found a receptionist who knew me from the Library (everyone seems to know me from there) who had us wait for awhile, then we were shown to a room where they took her blood pressure and then waited for awhile, then we were shown to another room where they had us wait three times: once for the doctor to seat her, then to give her the anesthesia, then again because I guess he was waiting for her to go numb, which had already happened before he left the first time.  Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate that they helped my wife get better, its just that my wife isn't cattle that you can deal with when you want to.  Anyways, we got her stiched up and on Loratab!!! And home we went to play Wii and eat that amazing meal.&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that we actually enjoyed the evening even though I backed into another car... and we had to wait forever as our dinner got colder-and eaten.... and Chris paid a price for doing what she does best and made me happy... &lt;br /&gt;We joked in the car about how the ER bill was actually more than her Christmas Gift so I said she got her Real Christmas Gift in 3 beautiful stitches... She said that her gift to me still cost more (Guitar Hero III)  She's always so good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-1261534283301821074?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1261534283301821074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=1261534283301821074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1261534283301821074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/1261534283301821074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2007/12/caution-for-all-women-be-careful-what.html' title='A Caution for All Women: Be Careful What Your Husbands Wish For. It&apos;ll Usually End in Some Disaster'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-8651755727480629147</id><published>2007-12-27T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:50:56.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When they say "Extreme Weather Watch Warning", They Aren't Kidding</title><content type='html'>So We had a most Wonderful Christmas. I just had so much fun.  And it was our very first married Christmas together.  We were engaged last Christmas, which was really fun and exciting, but this was so much funner.&lt;br /&gt;To start off, my family has a tradition of going to condos up in the Wasatch Mountains for a week for Christmas.  This year we went to Strawberry Reservoir and some condos there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we left Christmas Eve right after work, (and like a miracle ;) Chris was able to leave an hour early from work.  Which truned into a huge blessing).  Well, as we left the weather had turned from bad to horrid.  If you can imagine God putting nickels under all the salt shakers in the whole world and then dumping them onto you, thats what it looked like.  Now it was a lot colder than that would be though...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we drove up the canyon and we almost slid into a Truck... thanks family for praying for us or we would have hit them... And then like the crazies that we are, we kept going and made it to a town called Heber.  Well, it wasn't snowing there so we stopped and bought candy and stocking stuffers... well, we came out and the strom had caught up... only worse.  We drove for what seemed like forever under 20 miles an hour on a road that was like a white tunnel all the way around.  We couldn't see farther than a few feet ahead or to the side.  And when we called my family to ask them where the turn off was, they said, "Just watch the signs."  I said, "What signs, I can't see anything."  Well, God granted us some more living time and we luckily found the turn off.  While we were going towards the cabins, my brother and brother-in-laws, a.k.a. Rescue Squad Alpha and Omega, came out to find us.  We passed right by them and didn't see who it was and thought little off it.  Well, as we turned into the cabins, after feeling like the end was coming, we passed the right cabin and turned around... and we got stuck.  Just to add to our frustratingly Happy Holiday.  Well, I got out and realized then how blessed we had been to have made it there at all.  The snow came halfway up my calves.  The car shouldn't have been able to drive in that at all.  &lt;br /&gt;To make a Happy story even Happier, We got into the warm condo, played joyfully with all the fmaily and kids, we got up and ate our late night Cena (mexican dinner at midnight Christmas Eve, then we got up again for Presents and candy.  And getting Guitar Hero III was awesome.  But seeing Chris' face as she opened up her girly pink Razor was the highlight of my whole year.  She is such a doll.  Well, Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-8651755727480629147?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8651755727480629147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=8651755727480629147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8651755727480629147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/8651755727480629147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-they-say-extreme-weather-watch.html' title='When they say &quot;Extreme Weather Watch Warning&quot;, They Aren&apos;t Kidding'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5553529275628559455</id><published>2007-12-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:14:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it snows, kids are spillin'... and their noses get a chillin'</title><content type='html'>Wow, I love bloggin'.  I write in this more than I do my own journal.  They should totally have a talk in church about this, Blogspot, the new LDS Journal. It would completely revamp the Church and just imagine the lesson participation when they talk about journals in Sunday School... ..."Yea, and I just wrote about how I cleaned my car for the first time in years, and like a miracle, 8 people have already commented on my post!!!  I just know that Blogging is a true principle of the Gospel...."...  That would be the best class I have ever visited, after Online scrapbooking that is....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Now the point of the title.  At the library where I work, there is always something crazy going on.  Today it started with a sudden snowstorm/snowball storm.  I came out of the bank and a storm that wasn't there before was throwing mini-snowballs at my car and my face.  I wanted to throw some back but how do you win a snowball fight with a snow storm.  He's got like unlimited ammo, (man I wish I knew the cheat for that in real life),  and then I get to the library and lo and behold, I make it just in time to watch two boys climbing up on of our shelves.  And before I can smile, the whole shelf falls down, books everywhere.  And we come rushing to the scene, and like a miracle (lots of miracles today), they are alright.  We came to find out they were after a little stuffed piggie that had been thrown behind the shelf.  &lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to publicly (if there really is an invisible public out there reading this... at least I know that Jesus sees everything, he'll be my public) Anyways, Thanks Publicly Honey, for taking me to dinner on our Anniversay of Engagement Day.  It was soooo good, and perfect.  I thought my flowers were good, but you one upped me.  And I love you for that.  Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Note of Interest: The piggie is gone for good, well, at least until they tear the library building down, which by then the teenagers will have outgrown the little piggie and won't want it back.... I hope I'm there when they tear the building down.  I'll take that piggie and raize it as my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-5553529275628559455?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5553529275628559455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5553529275628559455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5553529275628559455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5553529275628559455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-it-snows-kids-are-spillin-and.html' title='When it snows, kids are spillin&apos;... and their noses get a chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4853321845713001234</id><published>2007-12-19T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:10:42.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Paranthese Marks!!!</title><content type='html'>Also, one more thing (Hey babes, look, We have a comment now... and because of those parenthese marks, no one can read this, isn't that awesome Chris?)... I just wanted to mention that I'm Awesome... a w e s o m e, AWESOME!! At least thats what the Holy Ghost sings to me while I'm at work.  Anyways, I had to inform everyone that I got called as 1st President(sounds cooler than 1st Counselor) in the Elder's Quorum... which is not the news... the real news is after the visits we had as a Presidency, all the guys and thier wives came to our house and we had our first "Married Couple Hang Out".  Which is a big deal cause we usually only hang out with our friends with no spouses.  Note of Interest: Chris was the only woman present, not pregnant... she made sure I was aware of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4853321845713001234?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4853321845713001234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4853321845713001234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4853321845713001234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4853321845713001234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2007/12/incredible-paranthese-marks.html' title='The Incredible Paranthese Marks!!!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4004281403261618294</id><published>2007-12-19T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:08:12.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i LOVe YoU. PleaSe CoME tO CHurCH Wit ME.</title><content type='html'>Sunday at church Davie gave me a mission. My CTR 5 year old class made invitations for other kids to come to church with them. They wrote "I Love you. Please come to church with me" it was awesome. Davie then gave them to the children of familes he went to visit teach. Yea for Primary and christmas invitations! Davie wants me to tell everyone how Awesome he is. EVERYONE!!! Davie is so awesome! He even have his own theme song constantily playing in his head. &lt;br /&gt;I AM AWESOME! LOOK AT ME GO.&lt;br /&gt;I AM AWESOME! LOOK AT ME GO!&lt;br /&gt;Actually Davie really is very awesome. He has been called as 1st counselor in the elders quorum presidency. Yeah we all really love Davie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4004281403261618294?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4004281403261618294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4004281403261618294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4004281403261618294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4004281403261618294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-you-please-come-to-church-wit-me.html' title='i LOVe YoU. PleaSe CoME tO CHurCH Wit ME.'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-4744336445178303434</id><published>2007-12-19T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:39:11.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Inform You All....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Chris got super excited about the story she was telling and forgot something important to mention. That story was inspired by me... yea, I took that guys advice and bought her a Cadalily Plant (that's white cause thats her favorite flower/Wedding Flower - yea, I'm good... at least thats what the flower lady said) and I took it to her work... yep, with dinner. I set it up right in the front up high so everyone had to see it. And boy, you shoulda seen the looks on those other girls faces... they wanted to kill Chris and become her best friend at the same time... that was the coolest thing to do. I took her beta fish at work one time, but it didn't have the same effect... anyways... I think this bloggin thing is fun... Does this mean I don't have to write in a Journal anymore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257719739541573669-4744336445178303434?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4744336445178303434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=4744336445178303434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4744336445178303434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/4744336445178303434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-to-inform-you-all.html' title='Just to Inform You All....'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257719739541573669.post-5108624516170717127</id><published>2007-12-18T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:56:17.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send flowers to her WORK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yea! Davie and I made a Blog. Acually I made it, but I made it at the Library where Davie works so he was kinda involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Davie and I have been married almost 9 months and got engaged 1 year ago TODAY! We went out with my mom and dad last saturay. First we went to a concert, THE SKA-LIDAY SHOW that Davie was playing in. Davie is in a band called " The green Peanuts" with a bunch of his friends. My mom got out on the floor and almosted &lt;em&gt;skanked &lt;/em&gt;which is a really crazy form of dancing. After the show we decided to watch an episode or two of The Office. Davie and I have really gotten into this show. I have seen every episode about 5 times. After The Office we went to a comedy club. At the comedy club there were many funny guys but I think we would all agree the best one was the last one. He made jokes and gave relationship advice at the sametime. He joked about the best way to stay together is to play a prank on each other if you ever get in a fight. Then he said one of the smarted things i have ever heard come form a man's mouth. "Now you guys, when your woman askes you the question 'does this make me look fat' you always awnser NO! But when they ask you that its not because they want you to think they look good. No,its not about you men. They ask you this because they want to look better than other woman. Its because there is a world wide beauty contest goin' on and every woman, and some men, are contestants. Everyday is another day they get to show off what they got. I tell you this so you can understand them better. Men if you want to really your woman to want you, you dont send flowers to her house. NO NO NO! YOU SEND FLOWERS TO HER WORK. Doing that gives her the right to wear an invisible tiara all day that only the other women can see. If that doest get you some action that night here is one last thing that will. When ever you leave a place you look into your girl's eyes and tell her 'baby....i love you so much. And did you see all the other women in there looking at you. You look to good. You make them all so jelouse "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/257719739541573669-5108624516170717127?l=davieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5108624516170717127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257719739541573669&amp;postID=5108624516170717127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5108624516170717127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257719739541573669/posts/default/5108624516170717127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davieandchris.blogspot.com/2007/12/send-flowers-to-her-work.html' title='Send flowers to her WORK!'/><author><name>Love Birds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467215526516890101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuApkxti3n0/SOVDMjzuYiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/prTRdUwQuCw/S220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
