<?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-3951366360823544265</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:19:47.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palfreyman Page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-8372283504786815627</id><published>2011-04-02T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:41:22.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe it was over 2 years ago that I was accepted into the BSN program at Weber State. I now have just 2 weeks left of school left, and I will be done! Woo Hoo! I have 3 papers left to write, and I am so burnt out I can't think of a thing to write about. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to starting my blog again. I have had so much nursing writing to do in the last few years, I have neglected the blog. Hopefully, the neglectfulness is nearing an end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-8372283504786815627?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8372283504786815627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=8372283504786815627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8372283504786815627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8372283504786815627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-close.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837693839799022035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-4053168657834181465</id><published>2009-12-02T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:56:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hottie Scottie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sxc0uRyjiJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aMZQ8aEUgso/s1600-h/Scott%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sxc0uRyjiJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aMZQ8aEUgso/s320/Scott%27s+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410851446963013778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to my Husband!  As you can see, we ran the risk of burning down the house tonight with FORTY-TWO candles.  Scott was a good sport and blew them all out the second we finished singing "Happy Birthday to You." (I did see him close his eyes for the briefest of seconds to say a little wish.) &lt;br /&gt;He looks pretty great for being 42.  Of course, I am not tall enough to see the bald spot on the back of his head.  But from a shorter perspective, he looks almost the same as he did when he was 32.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-4053168657834181465?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4053168657834181465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=4053168657834181465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/4053168657834181465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/4053168657834181465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-hottie-scottie.html' title='Happy Birthday Hottie Scottie'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sxc0uRyjiJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aMZQ8aEUgso/s72-c/Scott%27s+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6509871837171634828</id><published>2009-11-27T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:30:56.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am grateful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qraC4tGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j0JX84Ou41s/s1600/smaller+bum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qraC4tGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j0JX84Ou41s/s320/smaller+bum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408799708941956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Smaller Bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qrFsdKyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1gqqRcDag2c/s1600/the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qrFsdKyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1gqqRcDag2c/s320/the+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408799703479167778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qqkW5e7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rDqQYvgCjPo/s1600/sisters+and+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qqkW5e7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rDqQYvgCjPo/s320/sisters+and+cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408799694530378674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qqQ5CgmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pYchowojjNk/s1600/chicks+with+chicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qqQ5CgmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pYchowojjNk/s320/chicks+with+chicks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408799689304867426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Chicks with their Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qqAl8ASI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bptqPz2-ZNc/s1600/my+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qqAl8ASI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bptqPz2-ZNc/s320/my+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408799684929782050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I meant to post the pictures in the other direction (the bum picture was supposed to be the last one).  But I wanted to post about how many things that I have to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The smaller bum.  Really.  I am so grateful for the opportunity to be smaller.  This year of losing weight has been interesting for me, the things that I have learned have been so helpful.  I like eating less.  I really do.  Honest.  It feels better.  When I put on a skirt, or a pair of pants and they are only size 10 (instead of 20) it is quite satisfying.  And it was a matter of smaller adjustments, not huge ones.  I really should start regular exercise, though.  I imagine that will be the goal for next year.&lt;br /&gt;2. The sweet little boys.  Noah and Ian.  Oh, my gosh!  I wanted to eat them up! I got to spend some time with them last night, and they both have the sweetest personalities.  I really want my sisters to move back to Utah!  PLEASE?!&lt;br /&gt;3. My sisters (even the flat one next to me). And my auntie and cousin.  I am so indebted to my first family for all the tolerance of me while I was growing up.  They are the best, most wonderful family ever!&lt;br /&gt;4. My little girls.  Look how funny they are. Scott and I actually caught them after they had brought the chickens in the house to watch TV with them.  (I think the things might be potty trained-they didn't poop once.  My girls give me so much joy!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Truly, the love of my life.  I have been so blessed by the incredible gift of my husband.  I am not sure what I did in my life to have deserved this blessing, but I am happy that Heavenly Father loves me enough to have given him to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for many other things: my job, my bunnies, my dogs, my cats, my luckywife stuff, the Gospel, my warm house, good food and so many great friends! &lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6509871837171634828?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6509871837171634828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6509871837171634828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6509871837171634828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6509871837171634828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='Things I am grateful for'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sw_qraC4tGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j0JX84Ou41s/s72-c/smaller+bum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-96607645239541467</id><published>2009-08-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:07:32.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/So-YhuOATYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YoNTibDV3u0/s1600-h/lmwoah+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/So-YhuOATYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YoNTibDV3u0/s320/lmwoah+30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372680585586167170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new talent I discovered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/So-YhaLJyLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Qjap3S5JdzM/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/So-YhaLJyLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Qjap3S5JdzM/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372680580205496498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this flower gorgeous?  It just makes me happy to look at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/So-YgyHCkLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/N7pslgBWFuw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/So-YgyHCkLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/N7pslgBWFuw/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372680569450827954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the chicken coop that we made as a family.  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a busy, fun summer it has been.  I got to have 2 laproscopic knee surgeries, I have the cutest little scars on both knees!  I am so glad they match!  Well, one of my knees still has the stitches in it, but soon there will be matching scars.  I can hardly wait until I get to ride my bike again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott got to go to Germany while I did lots of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to make a chicken coop with the family's help.  Super fun activity, I highly recommend it!  I am so happy that the chickens are all still alive and well.  They are very happy in their home.  I was quite sure that after we had our tragic experiences with the parakeets, that we were doomed to be an avian-free zone. But in some instances, I think the chickens actually enjoy teasing the dogs.  And the cats maintain a healthy distance from the chickens.  The chickens are a pretty healthy size now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a day at Lava Hot Springs at a family reunion.  Great times were had by all, despite the storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bear Lake for a few days and so enjoyed the beauty there.  We found an incredible field of wildflowers in the hills South of the lake.  This was an amazing sight that I have never seen before in the mountains of Utah/Idaho.  My camera's battery died, so I will have to tell the story forever as an unlikely fable.  But the colors! The colors were amazing!  Every color and every native flower imaginable was there in the fields.  And the fields went on for miles!  All the rain we received early this spring benefited the flowers this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new fun talent.  I have been making these cute little necklaces out of sterling silver and copper.  It has been exciting to manufacture and play with the little things and discover the different styles that I can come up with.  (Thank Heaven for an understanding husband that has gracefully looked the other way while I spent $$ with this little hobby.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my kids this summer so much!  I know that they don't think I spent as much time with them as I should, but I reaffirmed to myself that they are the perfect girls for me and I love them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 65lbs!  I must admit that it took much longer than the summer to do this.  I have been actively trying to lose weight since November '08.  I couldn't believe I let myself get to the 65lbs overweight point.  I have learned so much about myself, but I think the most important is that I can't eat like a pig.  It is still a little hard to believe that I have lost so much.  But clothes don't lie, and I have a whole closet full that used to fit me and don't anymore.  (Thank goodness!  I looked like a cow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is about to start next week.  I am also looking forward to this strange new chapter in my life!  This is the first year in 12 that I will have no kids to take care of during the day.  MY YOUNGEST IS STARTING THE FIRST GRADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought this day would never come, but here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say that I am a little excited about this prospect?  I am trying to think of the many things that I can accomplish while I have all this time at home! Well, I must add that the girl's first day at school is also my first day at school.  So, I will be having my fair share of homework, too.  Also, I am going to volunteer some time at the school, so there will be more time gone.  But, I think that perhaps I will be able to get some real deep cleaning done in the house.  Like carpet washing.  And maybe one day when Abby gets home from school, she won't have any carpet in her room (her room is the animal-designated toilet-it is so so so GROSS!) So many plans..ha ha ha (evil grin and hands wringing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-96607645239541467?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/96607645239541467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=96607645239541467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/96607645239541467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/96607645239541467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-love.html' title='Summer of Love'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/So-YhuOATYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YoNTibDV3u0/s72-c/lmwoah+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6808184887749349852</id><published>2009-05-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:58:45.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristie, Queen of the Tile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-VqGU9ohI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8OWm6CIGwIc/s1600-h/Kristie+Queen+of+the+Tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-VqGU9ohI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8OWm6CIGwIc/s320/Kristie+Queen+of+the+Tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336648633942909458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristie Queen of the Tile&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; her sidekick, Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-VqNocK-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/i-AfNhrbJE0/s1600-h/Hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-VqNocK-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/i-AfNhrbJE0/s320/Hallway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336648635903650786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hallway Tile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-VqLUkm_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/cNTB7bu_7r8/s1600-h/Hall+Detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-VqLUkm_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/cNTB7bu_7r8/s320/Hall+Detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336648635283446770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hallway Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-Vp7YRzLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dA5NKC7ZzYI/s1600-h/Front+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-Vp7YRzLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dA5NKC7ZzYI/s320/Front+Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336648631004023986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, finally, I am finished with the tile.  My one week job ended up taking 3.  But I think I am learning that home improvement jobs usually take 3 times longer than you expect, so I guess I am right on target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still weak and weary from the whole project and my hands may never fully recover.   I know that I will be having bilateral knee scopes this summer, so I am pretty sure that they will be okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 17th Anniversary and this is Scott's present.  Happy Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6808184887749349852?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6808184887749349852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6808184887749349852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6808184887749349852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6808184887749349852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/05/kristie-queen-of-tile.html' title='Kristie, Queen of the Tile'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sg-VqGU9ohI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8OWm6CIGwIc/s72-c/Kristie+Queen+of+the+Tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-709575480178378395</id><published>2009-05-11T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:43:26.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Leila</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c507e3d06e72b6e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c507e3d06e72b6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331338279%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55116AD595C9C5B1E9E42AA8B8E6ADEFCB5C45C0.40E945A06E9BA619FDDC2A798E96B4B59B034B76%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c507e3d06e72b6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAHfJ8F6xld6U3tLACQdAT10kAoU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c507e3d06e72b6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331338279%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55116AD595C9C5B1E9E42AA8B8E6ADEFCB5C45C0.40E945A06E9BA619FDDC2A798E96B4B59B034B76%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c507e3d06e72b6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAHfJ8F6xld6U3tLACQdAT10kAoU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppy Leila has the cutest personality.  I caught her tonight playing in the sprinkler system.  I really do give her water to drink...just wanted to clarify!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-709575480178378395?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7c507e3d06e72b6e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/709575480178378395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=709575480178378395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/709575480178378395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/709575480178378395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-funny-leila.html' title='My Funny Leila'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-4847618096295855333</id><published>2009-05-08T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:23:53.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First 4.0</title><content type='html'>So, I can hardly believe it.  It took me until I was nearly 40 years old.  But I guess at least it did happen before I was 40 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 4.0 in my first semester back in Nursing school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a mediocre student.  My philosophy in school was "Why worry about it?  A 'B' is good enough."  So, the fact that I really wanted to do well and understand concepts was a little refreshing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only I could help my kids to see the wisdom.....I guess maybe that will take until they are 40, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-4847618096295855333?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4847618096295855333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=4847618096295855333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/4847618096295855333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/4847618096295855333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-40.html' title='My First 4.0'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-4232529355251970632</id><published>2009-05-02T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:19:14.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little runners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxkFMwTcBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uhgvd-O2drE/s1600-h/5K+before+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxkFMwTcBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uhgvd-O2drE/s320/5K+before+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331246099385774098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxkE6gjdII/AAAAAAAAAGk/DF9jOQnXeqA/s1600-h/5k+during+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxkE6gjdII/AAAAAAAAAGk/DF9jOQnXeqA/s320/5k+during+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331246094487876738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxkE7vhaoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/azoibvAvlLU/s1600-h/5K+after+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxkE7vhaoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/azoibvAvlLU/s320/5K+after+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331246094819093122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meg and Abby ran today.  They did a 5K in the pouring rain through N.O. I am so proud of them!  There were a few tears after it was done, but they were well deserved.  I am tired just thinking about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-4232529355251970632?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4232529355251970632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=4232529355251970632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/4232529355251970632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/4232529355251970632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-runners.html' title='My little runners'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxkFMwTcBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uhgvd-O2drE/s72-c/5K+before+race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-113564333231384840</id><published>2009-05-01T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:07:52.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blisters on blisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxhF6EhTSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zrqBrHIM-CA/s1600-h/duplex+tile+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxhF6EhTSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zrqBrHIM-CA/s320/duplex+tile+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331242813015280930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg and Nell in the front room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxhFuueqnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lmL4ftwILB4/s1600-h/duplex+tile+detail+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxhFuueqnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lmL4ftwILB4/s320/duplex+tile+detail+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331242809970043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some little details between the kitchen and the front room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxhFoGhyKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/y4zoYMVy6K8/s1600-h/front+duplex+tile+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxhFoGhyKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/y4zoYMVy6K8/s320/front+duplex+tile+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331242808191862946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the view to the front door.  I really thought I would finish this last night, but I just couldn't do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I have so much more respect for my husband today.&lt;br /&gt;We have a little duplex that we rent out about 2 miles away from where we live.  About a month ago, one of our renters moved out.  She was not a clean person, and she had 2 teenage sons who were not clean, either.  She also had a cat that did not adhere to the convention that cats use a litter box. So, as you can imagine, the place was filthy when she moved out.  Well, I must admit that the place was not in the best condition before she moved in, so I don't think we can be too upset with her.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Scott has been working so hard, fixing this place up. He put in new cabinets, sink, fixed multiple holes in the walls, ripped out carpet, fixed plumbing issues, painted, put in new doors, and countless other things!  I have helped a little mostly with cleaning, but not too much with the hard labor stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Scott is at Ft. Sill right now for Guard Artillery School.  I told him that while he was gone, I would install tile in the front room and hallway.  I also painted the front room.  Well, for the last 2 days, I have been on my hands and knees playing with thinset and laying tile.  (This is the basement apartment-about 15 stairs down.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the point of this story is "OUCH!" Oh, I hurt!  My hands are so sore!  I have 2 blisters on my right hand and several red sore spots.  My right index fingernail got thinset stuck underneath it and my fingertip is so swollen 'cause I can't get it out.  Every muscle from my quads to my sternocleidomastoids is crying out for a deep massage, and my skin is so dry from the thinset sucking the moisture out of it.  My knees are pretty sore, I think the red spots are permanent.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have about 2 more days of this.  One to finish laying the tile and another to put the grout in.  I am not sure if I can make it.  I will be so greatful when I am done.  At least we will never have to pull out carpet from the front room/ hallway because of cat pee issues.  Tile is so worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;If I survive.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-113564333231384840?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/113564333231384840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=113564333231384840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/113564333231384840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/113564333231384840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/05/blisters-on-blisters.html' title='Blisters on blisters'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SfxhF6EhTSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zrqBrHIM-CA/s72-c/duplex+tile+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6612286464141430859</id><published>2009-04-05T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:49:29.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Ute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sdj8xDkdtzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/myJ0wxPXL3I/s1600-h/Four+Corners+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sdj8xDkdtzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/myJ0wxPXL3I/s320/Four+Corners+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321280879440279346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sdj8w7FzRWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hBKLhXMiO-M/s1600-h/utah+utes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sdj8w7FzRWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hBKLhXMiO-M/s320/utah+utes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321280877164184930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, during our vacation we stopped at Four Corners.  I had never been there, and it was a short stop, but a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, behind the girls you can see that there is a row of booths where the Navajo sell trinkets, pottery and jewlery.  Behind one of the tables, there was a man standing there and he was wearing a University of Utah sweatshirt.  Since I work at the U, I got a little excited-thinking that he went to school there.  I said to him, "Oh! Are you a Ute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, "No! Navajo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I quit laughing, I explained that I meant his sweatshirt, and he said a bit sheepishly,  "Oh, I am a fan."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6612286464141430859?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6612286464141430859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6612286464141430859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6612286464141430859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6612286464141430859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-ute.html' title='Are you a Ute?'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sdj8xDkdtzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/myJ0wxPXL3I/s72-c/Four+Corners+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6837958355049282642</id><published>2009-03-23T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:33:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGXVmwWRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdshJPNfHuU/s1600-h/San+Rafael+Swell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316435989373147410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGXVmwWRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdshJPNfHuU/s320/San+Rafael+Swell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is near the petrifed trees that we found.  This picture is looking westward on the West side of the Swell.  I really had no idea it was so beautiful down there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGXasDdaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/koD8aiBzORM/s1600-h/Petrified+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316435990737548706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGXasDdaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/koD8aiBzORM/s320/Petrified+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found this petrified tree in the Swell.  We had to be cautious about getting near and touching these things because they had uranium in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGWxLg8WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NMaJBI0tFu0/s1600-h/Natural+Bridges+Monument+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316435979595215202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGWxLg8WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NMaJBI0tFu0/s320/Natural+Bridges+Monument+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us at the Natural Bridges National Monument last night.  It was getting pretty late and we had had a long day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGWZugFKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sxhL9m0M9Gg/s1600-h/Little+Wild+Horse+Crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316435973299508386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGWZugFKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sxhL9m0M9Gg/s320/Little+Wild+Horse+Crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little family hanging out in the Little Wild Horse Slot Canyon.  I think this is where most of my sore muscles came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we are right now sitting in a trailer park in Blanding, Utah! (I am so surprised that I am getting internet) The kids are having a great time and I am supposed to be doing homework. But I am taking a bit of time to share some photos of our fun. We have been gone since Friday, we spent some time exploring Goblin Valley, the San Rafael Swell, Natural Bridges Momnument, and Little Wild Horse Slot Canyon. I am sore, tired, and happy. I think everyone else is, too. Here are some pictures......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we are on our way to Four Corners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6837958355049282642?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6837958355049282642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6837958355049282642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6837958355049282642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6837958355049282642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-vacation.html' title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/ScfGXVmwWRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdshJPNfHuU/s72-c/San+Rafael+Swell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-7762683162417185763</id><published>2009-03-15T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:06:50.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad's Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sb3CMruXCoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cFgkSw66xyM/s1600-h/MGA+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313616658518444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sb3CMruXCoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cFgkSw66xyM/s320/MGA+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sb3CMcOLpRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/v8L1ftZR0bM/s1600-h/MGA+kristie+meg+nel+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313616654356948242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sb3CMcOLpRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/v8L1ftZR0bM/s320/MGA+kristie+meg+nel+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sb3CLw1e75I/AAAAAAAAAE0/yDjiWuOnHDc/s1600-h/MGA+scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313616642710630290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sb3CLw1e75I/AAAAAAAAAE0/yDjiWuOnHDc/s320/MGA+scott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cute father has been working on this '60 MGA Coupe for the last 4 years. He has built the thing pretty much from scratch. Isn't it the cutest thing ever? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-7762683162417185763?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7762683162417185763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=7762683162417185763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7762683162417185763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7762683162417185763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dads-toy.html' title='My Dad&apos;s Toy'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/Sb3CMruXCoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cFgkSw66xyM/s72-c/MGA+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-3111591715641250578</id><published>2009-03-12T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:34:13.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CEN</title><content type='html'>Well, it only took me 10 years of ER nursing, but today I took the official "CEN" (Certifed Emergency Nurse) exam. &lt;br /&gt;I bought the Review Manual when Scott was in Afghanistan about 2 years ago, and took the review course last summer, but I finally got up enough courage to take the test. &lt;br /&gt;Well, after prayer and study, I PASSED!  I finally now can have 3 letters after my name and license that says that I really do know what I am talking about!  He he he......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-3111591715641250578?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3111591715641250578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=3111591715641250578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/3111591715641250578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/3111591715641250578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/03/cen.html' title='CEN'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-2184162807788228599</id><published>2009-03-09T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:29:30.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Remodel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SbXct8kskUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VtnuzFQnL34/s1600-h/remodel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311394017465635138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SbXct8kskUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VtnuzFQnL34/s320/remodel+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SbXctq2ZPhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7c6HpgWuzCo/s1600-h/remodel+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311394012708027922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SbXctq2ZPhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7c6HpgWuzCo/s320/remodel+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SbXctmQ8TmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jHVq3GXtLyU/s1600-h/remodel+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311394011477200482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SbXctmQ8TmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jHVq3GXtLyU/s320/remodel+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we don't like white walls. Earlier this weekend, Scott and I wanted to do something nice in our bathroom. We went ahead and decided to be bold! We went to the local home improvement website and played around with colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, along with being bold, we picked some bold colors! When we first put them on the walls, we were a bit shocked! It looked like "diarrhea brown" on the counters and "Wicked Witch of the West Green" on the walls. Of course, paint dries a little differently than it applies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is slowly drying a little better.....I am posting the pics...What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott thinks we may need to tone it down a bit......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-2184162807788228599?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2184162807788228599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=2184162807788228599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2184162807788228599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2184162807788228599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/03/bathroom-remodel.html' title='Bathroom Remodel'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SbXct8kskUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VtnuzFQnL34/s72-c/remodel+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6312798663145212372</id><published>2009-02-22T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:31:27.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Here it is, Sunday afternoon and I was reading my wonderful friends’ blogs.  Thank you all so much for writing such fun blogs to read.  I love hearing how you are doing and what is going on in your lives.  I hope that you have as much fun reading my stuff as I do reading yours. &lt;br /&gt;Scott had a little surgery a few weeks ago; he had his left ulna shortened and a plate added. He had been having some pain in his wrist and the orthopedic physician determined that the ulna was too long and was jamming up into his wrist.  It makes sense, actually.  His grandfather would periodically complain of pain in his wrist when he held it just the right way.  Scott asked what the cause of this was, and the physician called it a “manufacturer’s defect.”&lt;br /&gt;He has had his arm in a giant splint until this past week and now he holds it in a little splint.  He almost has his full range of motion back.  So that is good.  It seems to still be pretty swollen, though.  It is coming.  He has almost no strength in it.  So, bless him, he has been working on putting family photos and movies on the computer.  I am so happy that he is doing that, it has needed to be done for about 15 years. &lt;br /&gt;I am in the very middle of my first school semester.  I am having fun, I think.  It is taking quite a bit of time to do the homework, but I think that all is well.  I am taking a difficult class about research and a pretty piece of cake class about assessments. &lt;br /&gt;Kids are doing great.  Nellie finally told me that my bum is getting smaller. (I have lost 25 lbs-I guess that is something) I think it is funny that she is the only kid that noticed.  She smacked my bum and said, “Hey, that thing is getting littler!”  Oh, the joy!&lt;br /&gt;I found out why my knee has been hurting me so much.  It is a little thing in there called a “Baker’s cyst.” It is like a little outpouching of fluid behind my knee.  I imagine it has been there for a couple of years, I think I just kept hoping it would go away.  But, no such luck.  I imagine that I will have to see an ortho to get it removed or reduced, or whatever they do.  Maybe I will when school gets done this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6312798663145212372?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6312798663145212372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6312798663145212372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6312798663145212372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6312798663145212372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-ramblings.html' title='Sunday Ramblings'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-7260438017811186950</id><published>2009-02-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:28:57.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Coke Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SZECJB29XmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WDFcQLEhOKo/s1600-h/diet+coke+bottle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301020590532812386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SZECJB29XmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WDFcQLEhOKo/s320/diet+coke+bottle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can't believe it. It has been over 2 weeks since I drank my Diet Coke! I was counseled 2 weeks ago by my physician who told me that I had to quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him that I would decrease my intake to 1 diet coke a day. He said, "You can't, you are addicted." I am pretty sure that he meant I wasn't able to, and I think he was right, unfortuately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I took the drink that I was drinking and put it in the garbage. I came home and drank one last D.C. and then said, "Goodbye."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been slightly painful, but I have known for some time that I needed to quit. I think knowing that, has helped me to quit. I am slightly proud of myself. It feels pretty great! But I just keep going one day at a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my good husband has been d.c. free, too.  What a good man to help me so much!  Yea! Scott!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-7260438017811186950?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7260438017811186950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=7260438017811186950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7260438017811186950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7260438017811186950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/02/diet-coke-free.html' title='Diet Coke Free!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SZECJB29XmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WDFcQLEhOKo/s72-c/diet+coke+bottle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-2527583934325391746</id><published>2009-01-19T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:00:31.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had a picture!</title><content type='html'>Boy, oh Boy!  I was walking up the stairs to go to my bedroom, and I saw my cat, Bluebell on the toilet.  At first, I didn't think anything of it, but then, I realized that she was facing me with her bum inside the toilet and her tail sticking straight up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her expression clearly said, "Excuse me, a little privacy, please?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I HEARD IT!!!! A LITTLE TINKLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped down and walked out of the bathroom.  I went over to the toilet and sure enough, there was a little pee pee in the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the punch line.....The litter box is next to the toilet!  (My cat is a genius)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-2527583934325391746?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2527583934325391746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=2527583934325391746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2527583934325391746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2527583934325391746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-had-picture.html' title='I wish I had a picture!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-5185124705621525861</id><published>2009-01-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:10:19.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SYc2_uF7KsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DLGxJEFtqyw/s1600-h/scott+in+tent+at+camp+pheonix+with+jeff%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298263954957216450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SYc2_uF7KsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DLGxJEFtqyw/s320/scott+in+tent+at+camp+pheonix+with+jeff%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SXUT9ZfXxqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nlYpN7lTyCQ/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, I guess there is this thing in the Blogging world, called "Being Tagged." I think it is great, but I have never done it, mostly because I think I am pretty boring. But since I got tagged to talk about one of my favorite subjects (my husband) I will do this gladly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. What is your husband's name? "Hottie" Scotty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. What is your pet name for him? (too private)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. How long have you guys been married? Can you believe 16 1/2 years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4. How long did you date? Two (too long) years (I asked him to marry me after 6 months, but it took me another 18 months to convince him that we would do just fine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;5. How old is he? Ha ha ha 41!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;6. Who is taller? Scott, by 5 or 6 inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;7. Who can sing the best? Scott. He told me once when we were newlyweds that I couldn't sing, and I still haven't recovered. Even if he is right. Oh...there was that one lady that one time at church when I tried to go join the church choir. She told me that, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;8. What is his biggest flaw? He is too honest and can't hide anything from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;9. What is his strength? See #8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;10. Who is smarter? Because I am so wise, I refuse to answer this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;11. Who pays the bills? Definately Scott. But I offer to help, just so he thinks I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;12. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Whoever has to get up first...that is where the alarm is...Usually Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;13. Who mows the lawn? Scott or the scouts in the neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;14. Who cooks dinner? This goes both ways. I must admit, the older I get, the less I want to cook! The kids are learning pretty quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;15. Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Scott--but only because he is the only one that is ever wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;16. Who kissed who first? Kristie kissed Scott first. I usually do everything first--except apologise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;17. Who wears the pants? It is pretty equal in our home. I do defer to him a a lot of things. I trust and respect him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyone who has me listed on their blog friend list is tagged! Answer if you like, I would love to read your answers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-5185124705621525861?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5185124705621525861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=5185124705621525861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/5185124705621525861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/5185124705621525861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2009/01/husband-tagged.html' title='Husband Tagged'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SYc2_uF7KsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DLGxJEFtqyw/s72-c/scott+in+tent+at+camp+pheonix+with+jeff%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-8946145179856694691</id><published>2008-12-18T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:51:46.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Every year I have written a letter to family and friends describing what a fantastic year we have had and the many blessings we have been given.  This year, I decided to forgo the postage and killing of the trees with my many copies.  I hope you all forgive me for not sending a letter.  But at least you don't have to send anything out to the garbage and then feel guilty for throwing away MY picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the annual Christmas letter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a wonderful year, so many fun things have happened to us.  It has been our first full year since Scott came back from Afghanistan.  Last month we actually got to celebrate the milestone of having him home as long as he was gone.  I think we have finally found our comfy spot.  I think we got used to each other again (it really was an adjustment-a good one!) Scott is still active in the Army National Guard.  He has been having too much fun with his calling in Scouts (all he does is party with the boys-but perhaps he needs that living in our house).  He also is still working at Brigham City Hospital.  He also is the bestest Dad in the whole wide world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristie (me) is still working at the University Hospital in SLC a couple nights a week.  I have a lot of fun there, I learn something new almost every shift.  Last time I learned that there really is such thing as a bezoar.  (We are dealing with pleasant things here, so I won't give details!) I enjoy being a mom, but I wish I were better at it.  I get to start school in January.  I am looking forward to getting started with it so that I can get it over with.  I am shocked that I dared apply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is in the 6th grade.  She has been going to a new school with all the girls!  I am so impressed with her ability to make friends- she is having so much fun.  She is doing quite well at school.  She is very plucky and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is in 5th grade.  What a fun kid she is, she giggles all the time.  She is a hard worker, we are so lucky that she is in our family.  She loves animals and has been volunteering at the animal shelter.  She is really great with toddlers and is a fantastic babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is in the 2nd grade.  She is in piano lessons and works very hard at it.  I wish I knew how to add her playing "We wish you a Merry Christmas" or "The First Noel" to the web page, but just imagine the most beautiful music ever, and you will come close to what she sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annel always keeps us giggling.  She is such a blessing to us.  She tells us exactly what she is thinking and told me the other day that, "Six-year-olds never lie!"  Even when she threw a golf ball through the back window.  What A Blessing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must add our testimony of the gospel.  How exquisite it is that we have the gospel and the blessings of living it.  We are all happy and healthy and grateful for life.  Merry Christmas to all of you and thanks for being wonderful people.  We wish you all the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, Kristie, and MAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-8946145179856694691?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8946145179856694691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=8946145179856694691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8946145179856694691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8946145179856694691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-883325108663926320</id><published>2008-12-02T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:37:13.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristie N. Palfreyman, RN BSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/STW1iOJ-BGI/AAAAAAAAADY/gBG-9D1szqc/s1600-h/acceptance10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275322138054493282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/STW1iOJ-BGI/AAAAAAAAADY/gBG-9D1szqc/s320/acceptance10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, what a shocker!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was accepted into the Bachelor's Program for Nursing!  Woo Hoo!  Hard to believe right now, but as you can see, there is a letter to prove it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He he he he!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-883325108663926320?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/883325108663926320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=883325108663926320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/883325108663926320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/883325108663926320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/12/kristie-n-palfreyman-rn-bsn.html' title='Kristie N. Palfreyman, RN BSN'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/STW1iOJ-BGI/AAAAAAAAADY/gBG-9D1szqc/s72-c/acceptance10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-3667144141034554378</id><published>2008-11-22T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:09:29.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>****TWILIGHT****</title><content type='html'>Oh, the joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this was even more of an event than a movie opening.  I did miss the midnight showing.  I went the first time on Friday night.  I went on a double date with Scott and some friends.  The theater was packed!  The ratio of female to male was probably 100:2.  I was so proud of the husbands that were brave enough to be there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the women were not teens, but middle-aged women.  Geez! I swear!  There was so much giggling!  It even got a little irritating.  I felt so bad that I finally had to turn around and whisper "Shhhh, please!" to the giggly 40 year old in back of me.  And then, I even had to tell Scott he was being too noisy!  I was missing things! (I recognize that I probably have an "obsessive Twilight fan" syndrome.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the special effects left something to be desired.  I will leave it at that. I just heard that there will be "New Moon" sequel and with the huge money they made this weekend, let alone the next month, I am sure that the special effects will be much better in the future.  BTW, I liked the *sparkle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Megan and Abby today to the show.  I like it so much better today.  Not so much giggling.  The crowd was a bit younger.  But THEY all ohhed and awed appropriately!  My girls loved the show, and didn't mind the adaptations.  I think that I was able to prepare them before going, so that the changes in the story didn't shock them too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that I will probably go again.  Maybe Monday afternoon without the kids.  I just smiled all the way through the movie.  Oh, and I LOVED the soundtrack.  Great music!  Muse was fantastic for the baseball game!  I also liked Rob Pattinson's songs that he sang.  His music was featured in the restaurant scene, and one other scene that I cannot remember right now.  The first time that I heard the songs, I wasn't so sure, but I think they fit the scenes nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing!  Congrats to Stephenie Meyer for her success and cameo appearance in the film.  That made me giggle, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-3667144141034554378?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3667144141034554378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=3667144141034554378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/3667144141034554378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/3667144141034554378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='****TWILIGHT****'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-5081674067815430528</id><published>2008-11-09T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:24:25.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michi and Eita's New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRfE5HzM0xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/s9o-7EDCmS0/s1600-h/Noah+Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266894774858470162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRfE5HzM0xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/s9o-7EDCmS0/s320/Noah+Sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRfE5KrfIzI/AAAAAAAAADI/KPUysA2C9Qs/s1600-h/Michi,+Dad+and+Noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266894775631422258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRfE5KrfIzI/AAAAAAAAADI/KPUysA2C9Qs/s320/Michi,+Dad+and+Noah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am in Burbank, CA! I am staying at the fanciest hotel I have ever stayed at! I am here with my dad and we are visiting the newest addition to the Nelson clan. We are in a studio with 2 bedrooms and a common room. (3 TV's!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is my sister Michi's baby, and he is so darling! His name is Noah Keita Asama. He was born 3 days ago in a swanky California hospital. He weighed 8 lbs 14 oz, and was 19 inches long. His hair is so luxurious, it makes you want to run your fingers through it! He even has dimples already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-5081674067815430528?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5081674067815430528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=5081674067815430528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/5081674067815430528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/5081674067815430528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/11/michi-and-eitas-new-baby.html' title='Michi and Eita&apos;s New Baby'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRfE5HzM0xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/s9o-7EDCmS0/s72-c/Noah+Sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-1746728253737694507</id><published>2008-11-04T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:52:58.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research</title><content type='html'>So, here is a funny kid story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy and Nellie found a dead mouse that Bluebell caught 2 days ago.  When Scott saw it, he asked the kids to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, Nellie said to Scott, "Dad, Ivy lied to you last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott asked what she lied about.  Annel's response was, "We didn't throw the mouse away, we wanted to keep it so that we could do research on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross!!  But she did bring the thing down to me and we threw it away.  Without the reasearch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-1746728253737694507?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/1746728253737694507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=1746728253737694507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/1746728253737694507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/1746728253737694507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/11/research.html' title='Research'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6532805135651012542</id><published>2008-11-04T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:44:01.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariko and Patrick's Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRBfnVc_rmI/AAAAAAAAADA/8Br-VAgwHOU/s1600-h/Mari+and+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264813093774405218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRBfnVc_rmI/AAAAAAAAADA/8Br-VAgwHOU/s320/Mari+and+Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My littlest sister just had her baby yesterday. He is a beautiful 7 lb, 3 oz 21 inches long little boy. As far as I know he does not have a name. But he is so handsome, I needed to post a pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6532805135651012542?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6532805135651012542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6532805135651012542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6532805135651012542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6532805135651012542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/11/mariko-and-patricks-baby.html' title='Mariko and Patrick&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SRBfnVc_rmI/AAAAAAAAADA/8Br-VAgwHOU/s72-c/Mari+and+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-2294083517308010555</id><published>2008-10-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:50:07.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween's a-comin'</title><content type='html'>Oh, is anyone else ready for Halloween?  My kids are getting so excited.  Abby is going to be a Japanese girl, Ivy and Megan are planning to be vegetarian vampires(in honor of Twilight) and I am not sure what Nellie is planning on, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that Scott and I are both going as parents.  "The toughest job in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so enjoying the change of colors of the leaves this year.  My only complaint is that it didn't last long enough. Everything sort of skipped yellow and went straight to red!  I hope to post some  pictures of the beauty that Ben Lomond and Lewis Peak treats me with every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-2294083517308010555?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2294083517308010555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=2294083517308010555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2294083517308010555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2294083517308010555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloweens-comin.html' title='Halloween&apos;s a-comin&apos;'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-8416144553769942910</id><published>2008-10-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:04:06.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunt '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253885508191756978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SOmNCI5XorI/AAAAAAAAACo/k6AFzY_aNrU/s320/megan+abby+asleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SOmNCsCCalI/AAAAAAAAACw/lAROqC2fcyY/s1600-h/meg+abby+hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253885517623355986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SOmNCsCCalI/AAAAAAAAACw/lAROqC2fcyY/s320/meg+abby+hunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SOmNC7dF2RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AzL9cAtfM8M/s1600-h/Uintahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253885521763358994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SOmNC7dF2RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AzL9cAtfM8M/s320/Uintahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I went today and picked up the girls in Wyoming. They had spent the weekend with Dad in the Uintah's hunting deer and elk. Scott got his deer this morning. He gave me the pictures and I saw a beautiful animal lying in it's gore. It makes me want to be a vegetarian again. As time goes by, I realize that I am not a good hunter's wife. It just hurts me to see an unnecessary kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, I guess if it were necessary, it would be alright. But I have learned to dislike the sage taste of the animal, and deer are just so beautiful! I am tortured each fall because I am supposed to cheer and be supportive of my sweetheart's desire to provide for our family. It must be some kind of leftover prehistoric instinct that causes him to do this. I swear I must be more evolved!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, his deer is beautiful, but if you want to see the pictures and hear about the story (how he had to kick it down the hill) you will have to ask him personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for my part, I will post a couple of pictures of the girls that I liked. First off, here is a pitiful picture of my girls passed out asleep on some rocks. Next, a sweet picture of the two of them looking for deer. And lastly, a gorgeous picture of Uintah Yellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-8416144553769942910?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8416144553769942910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=8416144553769942910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8416144553769942910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8416144553769942910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunt-08.html' title='Hunt &apos;08'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SOmNCI5XorI/AAAAAAAAACo/k6AFzY_aNrU/s72-c/megan+abby+asleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-2357569296960714504</id><published>2008-09-23T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:01:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Leg Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNlIXxGtPjI/AAAAAAAAACg/JmTMUKraDZY/s1600-h/304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249306413832683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNlIXxGtPjI/AAAAAAAAACg/JmTMUKraDZY/s200/304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to post this picture of Scott and I before the Redleg. Which is a dinner for Artillery and partners. Scott looks soo soo good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-2357569296960714504?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2357569296960714504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=2357569296960714504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2357569296960714504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2357569296960714504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-leg-social.html' title='Red Leg Social'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNlIXxGtPjI/AAAAAAAAACg/JmTMUKraDZY/s72-c/304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-8316490563356463070</id><published>2008-09-22T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:48:22.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Delicate Constitution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNhzyZI07sI/AAAAAAAAACI/ayFUx1HRRZ4/s1600-h/lagoon+jail10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249072675278876354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="340" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNhzyZI07sI/AAAAAAAAACI/ayFUx1HRRZ4/s320/lagoon+jail10.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNhzytooYVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RaU1RQMlnYk/s1600-h/Heart+Stopping+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249072680780980562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNhzytooYVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RaU1RQMlnYk/s320/Heart+Stopping+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNhzy5FT4DI/AAAAAAAAACY/pCEReMT6phg/s1600-h/Scott+in+Hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249072683854061618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNhzy5FT4DI/AAAAAAAAACY/pCEReMT6phg/s320/Scott+in+Hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;It has been a little while since I posted....Not too many exciting stories to tell. First of all, we finally found the battery charger for the camera! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is this ONE story! We had a fun family vacation right before school started and we took one day and spent it at Lagoon. We were having a great time, but I think we learned that Scott has a "Delicate Constitution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and the three older girls rode a ride that turned them upside down and around in a fountain. It held them upside down for quite a while!!! Well, when they got off, they were all drenched with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott came over to me and asked me to check his pulse. I felt his wrist and his pulse was doing the rhumba, the polka, and the swing--all at the same time. Well, he was feeling alright for a while so we rode a few more rides. We were secretly hoping that somehow a ride would flip him back into a normal rhythym. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we began to travel home, Scott said that he wasn't feeling that great. We decided that it was time to go to the emergency department at his hospital. We took the kids home and got someone to watch the girls. We called the ED Physician and told hime that we were on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and they hooked Scott up to the monitors. Sure enough, his heart was in atrial fibrillation. So fun! (By this time, Scott was having a little pain and nausea--completely normal but still worrisome.) His heart rate was around 170, and jumping all over the place. Our choices then were, (1) Stay there all night and use medication to adjust his heart or (2) Shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what Scott picked....that's right! Shock! So, he had 2 shocks of increasing intensity that reset his heart. In case anyone was wondering, it looks a lot like the movies. This was Scott's second time he has deserved a little shock. Bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it did work. We just had to hang out for all the sedative drugs to wear off and we were home in a jiffy! I guess the moral to this story is "Scott can only ride the kiddie rides at Lagoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-8316490563356463070?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8316490563356463070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=8316490563356463070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8316490563356463070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8316490563356463070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/09/delicate-constitution.html' title='A Delicate Constitution'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SNhzyZI07sI/AAAAAAAAACI/ayFUx1HRRZ4/s72-c/lagoon+jail10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-2881792964972252789</id><published>2008-08-01T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:16:18.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathophysiolgy 2230--B+</title><content type='html'>Wahoo! I did it! I did it! I did it!!! With some hard work and a lot of prayer, I got a B+ in Patho. I am so relieved. That was a tough class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that I get to spend time with my family. I think the most valuable lesson that I learned was "Never again take a Summer class!" I spent so much time trying to remember different diseases, my kids did suffer a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been spending the afternoon cleaning the house. Oh, it feels so good! It is like a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we also took a celebratory trip to see "WALL*E." What a sweet show. My kids bawled at the part where Wall*E had to leave the cockroach. That movie also made me want to go for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I get to go and make dinner. (Oatmeal and Pancakes, Yahoo!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-2881792964972252789?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2881792964972252789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=2881792964972252789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2881792964972252789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2881792964972252789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/08/pathophysiolgy-2230-b.html' title='Pathophysiolgy 2230--B+'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-5455748686021630908</id><published>2008-07-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:34:26.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy #2</title><content type='html'>Oh MY Heck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby woke up this morning and went to check on her birds and there weren't any in the cage.  I am sick about it, but it looks like someone left a door open.  Well, upon closer inspection, there was carnage in the cage and a trail of feathers around the house. We found one pile under my bed and it looks like Murphy the dog has his little feast there. Absolutely TRAGIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we have proven our home unworthy of providing a good home for birds.  At least for now.  I know that we can love our puppies and kitties.  When they see the other side of the veil, perhaps it will then be time for birds.  Or maybe we can figure out some way to keep the cage out of quadriped range.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-5455748686021630908?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5455748686021630908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=5455748686021630908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/5455748686021630908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/5455748686021630908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/07/tragedy-2.html' title='Tragedy #2'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-9127816123244870714</id><published>2008-07-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:38:25.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trek '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgPX2HqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/KnPWNerWXMo/s1600-h/Deseret+land+and+livestock+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgPX2HqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/KnPWNerWXMo/s320/Deseret+land+and+livestock+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223296222546602338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgPsOMFbI/AAAAAAAAABU/ctAC3lUi2lg/s1600-h/Prince+charming+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgPsOMFbI/AAAAAAAAABU/ctAC3lUi2lg/s320/Prince+charming+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223296228016264626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgP8TCAyI/AAAAAAAAABc/liYyRi5_4LM/s1600-h/sego+lily+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgP8TCAyI/AAAAAAAAABc/liYyRi5_4LM/s320/sego+lily+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223296232331543330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgQIJ13nI/AAAAAAAAABk/wvUYJl9TYYY/s1600-h/Taking+a+break+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgQIJ13nI/AAAAAAAAABk/wvUYJl9TYYY/s320/Taking+a+break+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223296235514224242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent last week on a Pioneer Trek at Deseret Land and Livestock with the Young men and women from my stake.  I was one of 5 nurses called to take care of 300 or so people over 25 or so miles.  I have to admit, it was exhausting.  I am pretty pooped, even today (three days after it is over!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it was an overall success, and all the youth learned some valuable lessons what the pioneers suffered for us to get here to the Salt Lake Valley to persue religious freedom.  I am ever grateful for their sacrifice.  I am directly blessed, for all of my ancestors came to Utah as a pioneer in one way or another.  Most were LDS pioneers, one or two came with the Army sent to "watch the Mormons."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some beautiful pictures of the trek.  One is me kissing a little lizard.  Cute little thing! There were some beautful blossoms, a sego lily and cactus flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-9127816123244870714?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/9127816123244870714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=9127816123244870714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/9127816123244870714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/9127816123244870714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/07/trek-08.html' title='Trek &apos;08'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SHzgPX2HqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/KnPWNerWXMo/s72-c/Deseret+land+and+livestock+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-7268852082702577960</id><published>2008-06-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:05:54.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy Strikes</title><content type='html'>Well, we had a bit of trauma today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I have been bribing Abby to get her to cut off her long locks.  Her hair is just too long to handle.  Three days ago, Scott asked her what it would take to get her to cut her hair.  At first, she asked for a horse, then a trampoline, then I think she settled on 6 finches.  She wanted birds that would sit on her finger and be able to play with them.  When I told her that finches weren't "holding birds." So, we decided to get a parakeet or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Abby and I made the trek to the pet store and we both fell in love with this beautiful little parakeet.  It was yellow with some green splash on it.  It had little periwinkle blue cheeks that were so precious.  So, we walked through the store and picked up all the little toys and treats for the cage.  We were so excited!  We brought the birdie home in the little box that the clerk gave us, Abby held it so carefully all the way home.  She accidentally dropped the box when we pulled into the garage onto the floor of the car, and that scared us both. But the bird was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we came into the house and put the cage together with all the toys and the seed and the water.  We got the whole thing put together.  Murphy, Leila and Bluebell were all close by wondering what all the excitement was about.  They were soon to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby reached into the little box to get her new baby, "Cami" (short for camoflouge).  She pulled Cami out and Cami jumped out of her hands and into BLUEBELL'S MOUTH!  Luckily, we were right there and grabbed Bluebell.  Blue let go and the bird flew toward the front door.  Murphy got so excited, he was down the stairs and got the bird as it hit the floor.  He proudly started running to the doggie door, as Abby, Ivy and I were chasing him and screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the dog before he left the front room and got the bird out of his mouth.  I had the bird in my hand and the little thing looked up and me and slowly closed it's little eye.  Of course, Abby and Ivy were still screaming and then I started to bawl, too.  Megan and Nellie were awakened by all the commotion, and they saw the pretty little bird- dead in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all held the little thing, cried and prayed.  Bluebell couldn't stand all the noise and attacked Ivy's leg.  (She is a very sensitive cat) So, then we had more nursing to do.  Well, we all bawled for 45 minutes and then I had to go to work.  We have saved the body for burial when Scott gets home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that we all have headaches from the trauma to all of us.  Murphy has been skulking around the house, I can tell that he feels bad about what he did.  Bluebell is only annoyed at all of us, as she usually gets cheers when she brings home little dead things.  I have told the kids that this is no one's fault but mine.  The cat and the dog only did what comes naturally to them.  I should have kept the animals locked away until we got the bird in the cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is the trauma o'the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that someday, this will all be something we will laugh and shed a little tear for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to make Abby's hair appointment today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-7268852082702577960?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7268852082702577960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=7268852082702577960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7268852082702577960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7268852082702577960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/06/tragedy-strikes.html' title='Tragedy Strikes'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6294716721925799927</id><published>2008-06-13T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:36:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFh0YQxRXBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vrhk7XG5--8/s1600-h/nellie+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213044528848657426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFh0YQxRXBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vrhk7XG5--8/s320/nellie+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFh0J0VCxDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OUOH3Ql5X7U/s1600-h/Ivy+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213044280695899186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFh0J0VCxDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OUOH3Ql5X7U/s320/Ivy+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFhz7IdNAuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0jy_wD5E_x8/s1600-h/Meg+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213044028400796386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFhz7IdNAuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0jy_wD5E_x8/s320/Meg+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFhzau_NfxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sHXkpfFlEn4/s1600-h/Abby+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213043471808298770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFhzau_NfxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sHXkpfFlEn4/s320/Abby+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I am going to try to post my family's pictures so that I can show how beautiful they are! Let's see how computer literate I can be! Okay, Here are some pictures of my beautiful girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6294716721925799927?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6294716721925799927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6294716721925799927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6294716721925799927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6294716721925799927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-family.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SFh0YQxRXBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vrhk7XG5--8/s72-c/nellie+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-8251559186389607508</id><published>2008-06-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:19:58.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got done attending a review class for my online patho class.  My brain is fried.  I wish that I could use this time coming home on the train as useful study time, but I am afraid that I am just bushed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little house today was a "Grand Central Station."  I can't believe all the little kids that came over.  It was tough to know where my kids were and where the neighbor kids were all the time.  It was a little fun, I must admit, seeing all the friends playing, and doing so well together.  I only got a little "put out" when I had to clean up some of the mess.  My kids are getting pretty good at cleaning up after themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy being a mom, but sometimes I feel like I fail miserable at it.  I hope that my kids grow up knowing that I love them, and I hope that they do somehow, someway, learn to enjoy cleanliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my stop is coming up, gotta go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-8251559186389607508?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8251559186389607508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=8251559186389607508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8251559186389607508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8251559186389607508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-got-done-attending-review-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-8060752786328213769</id><published>2008-05-31T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:24:16.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  I am sick...Boo hoo hoo!  I called in sick to work tonight, I feel pretty guilty for doing that.  But everytime I sneeze, cough or cry, I don't feel so bad.  I think I over react when I feel guilty about calling in sick because I abused the privilege when I was a teenager.  I hated working at KFC, and I think I called in sick too many times.  Conversely, now, I really love going to work.  I learn so much when I am there.  When every employee is there (and no one has called in sick) it runs rather smoothly.  I know that it can be a bad night when an ED is short-staffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott took all the kids to the Demolition Derby at the fairgrounds, they have sent me a couple of texts that say they are having a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay home and do a little homework.  So far, it is going well, with the exception that Leila ate a page in my homework and I can't finish part of it, because I don't know what to do.  Silly dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, Murphy comes over to me and kisses me.  Then Leila gets jealous and attacks.  I think I have had a nice doggie-spit-bath tonight (a couple of times over!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-8060752786328213769?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8060752786328213769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=8060752786328213769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8060752786328213769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/8060752786328213769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-6483131496073794393</id><published>2008-05-25T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:15:40.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this new college class that I am taking is proving a bit more difficult than I expected.  din't score very well on the first test (70 %), I am going to have to do much better if I want to get a B+ in this class.  Anyway, so the studying is taking a bit more time away from my family than I would like.  Especially mentally--I keep thinking about the class, even when I am supposed to be playing with my family.  Like even right now!  My little family are all outside playing with a little campfire that Scott made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I better get out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-6483131496073794393?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6483131496073794393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=6483131496073794393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6483131496073794393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/6483131496073794393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-this-new-college-class-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-7367872402554480829</id><published>2008-05-06T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:35:35.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripping out carpet and new callings</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a bug this week and decided to replace Megan's carpet with Pergo this week.  I got her room cleaned out tonight and ripped out the carepet, the pad, the little nail-down thingies, and the baseboards.  Scott came home about then and helped with the rest of it.  He did the little detail stuff-the getting the staples out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right near the end, one of the Bishopbric came over and asked me to teach a new Sunday School class.  I think it will be fun.  I think that I will enjoy it.  We will see.  I was getting so comfy in not having a call right now.  I may have to adjust the thinking a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to figure out how to post pictures, I would love to show the room progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-7367872402554480829?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7367872402554480829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=7367872402554480829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7367872402554480829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/7367872402554480829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/05/ripping-out-carpet-and-new-callings.html' title='Ripping out carpet and new callings'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-2525192743927341790</id><published>2008-05-05T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:51:03.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Chemistry = B+</title><content type='html'>Well, I found out that I did indeed get a B+ in the college chemistry class. I was quite desparate for the grade, I worked pretty hard for it.  I tried to understand the material.   But I think it all came down to Heavenly Father helping me, once again.  I prayed before the course and asked him to help me just enough to get the B+, and He came through for me.  He always does, even when I don't deserve it.  It amazes me and makes me think that I am meant to move on in my education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in High School, I remember asking for help with studying.  I knew that I needed a certain score on the ACT to make it into the Nursing Program, and I worried and worried about it.  I have never been strong in Math, and I was concerned about my grades and ACT score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the ACT test, I remember having a dream.  It was a scary dream, I was in a hotel lobby and I was with a man that was hurting me.  I cried out, asking for help.  Then, a little blue eyed girl came up to me and took my hand and told the man to stop.  He got angry and walked away.  The little girl took my hand and took care of me.  Then, all went dark, and I heard a voice, a man's voice say, "Ask and ye shall receive, Knock and it shall be opened to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me then that Heavenly Father would be there for me when I asked for help.  That He would help me to achieve those things that would help me in my life achieve the things that are good for me.  Over and over, He has answered my prayers, always for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now looking forward to the new class (hurdle) to jump.  Pathophysiology.  I think that I should do alright.  My Goodness, I have Been a nurse for 17 years,&lt;em&gt;  should&lt;/em&gt; understand the nature of disease by now, don't you think?  I think I will pray this time, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a week between these 2 quarters.  I think I will start ripping apart Megan's room.  Our sweet puppy, Murphy, loved the closet to potty train when he was a puppy.  I can't stand the thought of having a stinky closet anymore, so I am about ready to rip the carpet out.  I am so  excited to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-2525192743927341790?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2525192743927341790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=2525192743927341790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2525192743927341790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/2525192743927341790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/05/college-chemistry-b.html' title='College Chemistry = B+'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951366360823544265.post-529235831892607590</id><published>2008-05-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:12:56.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>Well, I think it is time to join the "blog" game.  How fun! So much to talk about, and so little time.  Right now it is Saturday afternoon and Ivy is in the tub, Abby is trying to get ready to go to a friends house, Megan is cleaning her room and Nellie is playing "monkey" on my eliptical.  Scott is somewhere outside cleaning out weeds and making the garden ready to plant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my chemistry class, my attempt to get back into school.  I am hoping for a B+ out of the class, I need  it so that I can apply to the BSN program at a University.  (It doesn't matter which one I get into, just so long as I can get in!)  The long term plan is to get my Doctorate in Nursing, I think it would be fun to be called "Dr. Kristie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the kids need me.  I will see you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951366360823544265-529235831892607590?l=palfreymanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/529235831892607590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951366360823544265&amp;postID=529235831892607590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/529235831892607590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951366360823544265/posts/default/529235831892607590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palfreymanpage.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13922695899989703303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fueWBHYiRk/SV2T0kbFJMI/AAAAAAAAADg/IA8xmr_u7zE/S220/Prince+charming+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
