<?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-2605207125593655662</id><updated>2011-08-07T04:01:02.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marquardts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-2682428969752412707</id><published>2008-11-17T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:32:35.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update At Last</title><content type='html'>sorry for the delay, I guess more has been going on and it has just taking me a bit to get around to writing it all out. First news is I revived a new calling as the second councelor in the primary. This only replaced the coirister in the RS and did not effect my other two callings. Second, I started another job two weeks ago. I'm working at a girls residentail treatment center during swing shift. I still have the mourtuary job and the TA job at the elemntary school. I enjoyed the break I had for a bit but then started to get board only working 3 hours a day. Getting this other job has really helped with some of the boardom and the extra cash will be nice. &lt;br /&gt;Billy is doing well in school and is loving his major. hopefully with this new job he will be able to study a bit more without me distracting him. :D all in all things are well. Thank you everyone for your birthday wishes last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-2682428969752412707?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2682428969752412707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=2682428969752412707' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/2682428969752412707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/2682428969752412707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-at-last.html' title='An Update At Last'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-4848854281978085152</id><published>2008-09-27T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:24:26.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kide logic</title><content type='html'>So I think that it is so much fun to be around kids. Their logic never ceases to amaze me. And when they think they are going to get in trouble or are in trouble it gets even more scattered. So I thought I would share with you some of the funny quotes from school yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm nice because I've had a hard life. My house burnt down, that's why I'm nice."&lt;br /&gt;-Boy holding the water down for the drinking fountain for other students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked why he was throwing pencils:&lt;br /&gt;"I was just trying to get the pencils in my desk."&lt;br /&gt;-Boy that hit the teacher with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't see him. i was just walking and my foot hit him. I was just kicking the cone. I didn't kick him."&lt;br /&gt;- Boy who I caught outright kicking another boy. There wasn't even a cone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I just do this side of the work sheet and then go home?"&lt;br /&gt;-Boy not wanting to do his work. How he ever thought that there could be any possible answer of yes is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things down this way are going great. I'm super excited to go up north this next weekend. First to be with my family, and seconed to go to my mission reunion. Billy survied all of his tests that he had and we are off tonight which just makes us both happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-4848854281978085152?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4848854281978085152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=4848854281978085152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4848854281978085152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4848854281978085152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/kide-logic.html' title='Kide logic'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-3256945966409125503</id><published>2008-09-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:22:17.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will gladly take this tag from Melissa. Though I normally don't do them either. &lt;br /&gt;This is how it works: For each question look up the answer on Google image search. Choose your favorite picture from the FIRST page only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Age: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/24/profiles/wallpaper/24_wallpaper_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.fox.com/24/profiles/wallpaper/24_wallpaper_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bergoiata.org/fe/roses/jw%20Purple%20Rose%201024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.bergoiata.org/fe/roses/jw%20Purple%20Rose%201024x768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: Lake Powell &lt;br /&gt;(I know its the same but you have to admit there is a reason why we go there as a family so often.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.hemmings.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/7-05-06%20cedar%20city%20ut%20tonopah%20nv%20016_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://blog.hemmings.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/7-05-06%20cedar%20city%20ut%20tonopah%20nv%20016_resized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I live: Cedar City, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoscene.com/sberlin/scenics/lakepowell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.photoscene.com/sberlin/scenics/lakepowell1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I grew up: Salt Lake City, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/utah/images/s/utah-salt-lake-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/utah/images/s/utah-salt-lake-city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I would love to go: Irland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.top-wetter.de/klima/illustration/irland_cashel_castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.top-wetter.de/klima/illustration/irland_cashel_castle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Food: Bean Burrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/uncyclopedia/images/e/e1/Bean-Burrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.wikia.com/uncyclopedia/images/e/e1/Bean-Burrito.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Treat:Trifle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weewaa.com/AccountData/4/content/images/News/kellbackflip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.weewaa.com/AccountData/4/content/images/News/kellbackflip.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Past love: Swing Dancing &lt;br /&gt;I dont get to do it much anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baking911.com/images/trifle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.baking911.com/images/trifle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first name: Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://detour.moleskinecity.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/cynthia-rowley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://detour.moleskinecity.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/cynthia-rowley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Last Name: Marquardt&lt;br /&gt;apperently this is a Marquardt Mask. The lines represent the ideal face and you place them over your picture to see where your off. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanadac.com/~dajhorn/novelties/marquardt/Elizabeth%20McCleod%20-%20Marquardt%20Mask%20Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.vanadac.com/~dajhorn/novelties/marquardt/Elizabeth%20McCleod%20-%20Marquardt%20Mask%20Portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doing right now: Waiting... &lt;br /&gt;Billy is gone on a removel so I'm waiting for him to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SNcdBeuDSXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0cNedRXy-88/s1600-h/Waiting+For+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SNcdBeuDSXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0cNedRXy-88/s320/Waiting+For+You.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248695801986894194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Now I'm going to tag anypne who thinks this would be interesting to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-3256945966409125503?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3256945966409125503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=3256945966409125503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/3256945966409125503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/3256945966409125503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-gladly-take-this-tag-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SNcdBeuDSXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0cNedRXy-88/s72-c/Waiting+For+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-6129341938859939178</id><published>2008-09-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:21:45.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed update</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has taken a while to update, there really isn't a reason other then I haven't. New news in our corner... I finally got a job, and I love it. I am a TA at an elementary school down here helping a boy in 3rd grade. It's right up my ally and has really got me thinking about getting my teaching degree. I still don't think I want to be the main teacher for baby sitting reasons but it's neat to see what other options it opens up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a blast from the past I feel like I'm back in elementary school. It's funny to see the kids with slap braclets and pokemon. One of the other TA said that shebaas just waiting for pogs to come back. I remeber this stuff getting ban from school. It's still a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy started back at school this semester. He is in the middle of his first test wave. When he is not at school the mortuary ttys to keep him busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-6129341938859939178?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6129341938859939178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=6129341938859939178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/6129341938859939178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/6129341938859939178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/much-needed-update.html' title='A much needed update'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-1426955511063189765</id><published>2008-08-15T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:23:02.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Your Heart out</title><content type='html'>If any of you find yourself on the Activities commity for your ward or church I highly recommend putting together a ward Karioke night. There is nothing better then seeing your bishop and all other repectful members of your church get up and sing to thier hearts content on or off key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below we have a picture of our Bishop, the plan was to make him go first. (evil smile) However, we had some great memebers get up and sing before our bishop got a chance.  It got in to the spirit and turned his had around for whatever number he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBUX1hMfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3rOl1mDFt9M/s1600-h/I-phone+1+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBUX1hMfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3rOl1mDFt9M/s320/I-phone+1+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943435116458482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, even I got up (although never alone). All it takes to give the women in the ward the courage to get up and sing is a great song ("Did I shave my legs for this") and a larg group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBU5K1MMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AxI6_1GWHUY/s1600-h/I-phone+1+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBU5K1MMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AxI6_1GWHUY/s320/I-phone+1+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943444064219330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've seen the pictur I want you to notice somthing. I'm holding the mic. See one of the great things about owning the Karioke machine is I knew which mic wasn't working. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see below is the mirical of our relife socitey standing up to sing. This just goes to show if anyone sticks around long enough they will want to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBVD9hpjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b0egg_U8NTo/s1600-h/I-phone+1+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBVD9hpjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b0egg_U8NTo/s320/I-phone+1+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943446961202738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy couldn't wait to get get up. He dicided that since he was running it he could just jump in whenever. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBVTjcYvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_uK0NLlQbnY/s1600-h/I-phone+1+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBVTjcYvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_uK0NLlQbnY/s320/I-phone+1+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943451146773234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bishop use to own a resterant, and unknow to us they use to have a karyoke night. He said he found that people for some reason are more willing to make a fool of themselves as long as they had a silly wig. So to liven the night up he came prepaired with four silly wigs. This really helped our young men get up there and even air gutair it a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZCBWvfK6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/RV7nU5Jp1qw/s1600-h/I-phone+1+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZCBWvfK6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/RV7nU5Jp1qw/s320/I-phone+1+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234944207916837794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think I would leave off a picture of Billy wereing the wig did you.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZCBiWBazI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZbOyhj8kqPA/s1600-h/I-phone+1+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZCBiWBazI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZbOyhj8kqPA/s320/I-phone+1+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234944211031255858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all it was a fantastic night we finally just had to call it quites when it was ten. Now if a Karyoke night doesn't sound fun to you then it's simply because you won't get up. Get a funny wig and then try it again, it's sure to bring the sillyness out in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-1426955511063189765?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1426955511063189765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=1426955511063189765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1426955511063189765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1426955511063189765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-any-of-you-find-yourself-on.html' title='Sing Your Heart out'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SKZBUX1hMfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3rOl1mDFt9M/s72-c/I-phone+1+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-3937162213112553187</id><published>2008-08-13T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:07:09.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed, but job hunting really takes a toll on one's self esteem. I mean you put the best things about you and your greatest accomplishments on paper for some one to completely disregard and reject you. Rejection in and of it's self is harsh enough with out the hummilliation of  not being told you were rejected.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that most jobs are not even posted befor they are filled, even those that are posted are filled by people the employer knows. But all I'm asking for is a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have properly introduced the subject for those of you who haven't heard I am job hunting. What happened to convergys only those who haven't lived in cedar may ask. Just this, even the most desperat of people don't last long there. The pay may be high enough to trick some into selling there souls. But many see that they are dying inside and leave befor it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;Other then the job hunt things are going great. Billy is still picking up bodies when he gets a call. And all except his last pick up where the guy blew his brains out, have been ok. Some details I could live with out. But then I just wonder too much not to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-3937162213112553187?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3937162213112553187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=3937162213112553187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/3937162213112553187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/3937162213112553187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/hunt.html' title='The Hunt'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-9135568077748858013</id><published>2008-07-25T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:16:16.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first party</title><content type='html'>Because of working at the mortuary there are sometimes we simply can't leave. Yesterday July 24th was just such a day. So instead of just spending the evening alone we decided to throw our first party at our place. Odd you might think, that a couple as fun as us had not done so previously, but so it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and I had a ton of fireworks to share (due to the 4th firework fire) and decided to invite his family over for dinner games and fireworks. Billy made chicken Parmesan and pasta and is family brought drinks garlic bread and pasta salad. We also invited David (who is getting baptized on Sat) and my friend Nancey from convergys and they intern brought some friend and family making the grand total for the evening about 20 plus kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SIoKA4J8ZhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/i526LUhGswM/s1600-h/Ifireworks2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SIoKA4J8ZhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/i526LUhGswM/s320/Ifireworks2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227001327707252242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as fate would have it our swamp cooler decided to die about four hours before our get together. :( Everyone was so hot and having the oven on to make the chicken didn't help. I was so relived to find that billy's family had brought some games outdoor games. The moment everyone was done eating we took the party out side which was getting cooler by the second. (Billy and I were relived to find the phone's signal for the mortuary phone reached out to the patch of grass.) After picking up some more friends who we found were doing nothing we started the firework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a blast. I never had lit any fireworks but sparklers before and about half way through while Boo was lighting our fireworks, I realized that they were my fireworks as well and had a blast lighting some too. (I still think sparklers are a bit more fun.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I would say our party was a big success and hopefully one that will be repeated in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-9135568077748858013?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/9135568077748858013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=9135568077748858013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/9135568077748858013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/9135568077748858013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-first-party.html' title='Our first party'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SIoKA4J8ZhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/i526LUhGswM/s72-c/Ifireworks2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-4450102315126619532</id><published>2008-07-13T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:36:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>Lake Powell was simply awesome I love to see my family, especially in a beautiful place like lake Powell. Unfortunately, I didn't pull out my camera at all because the battery was dead. I fear that when moving it got lost. So if you would like to see pictures I shall refer you to Kim, Cherise, Rebecca, and Angela's blog. (though they don't have any pictures up yet they will). In fact there were a few times where I used their cameras to take pictures so it counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and I got up early the fourth of July, and despite taking the wrong road we got there in about 3 hours. We threw our stuff on the boat and waited for the Ethington's and the Coleby's to arrive. I forgot how hot it can get there. I was absolutely dieing. I haven't been able to go since my Junior year of High school so I felt unprepair for the heat. This was also my first time going in charge of my own family, while packing I was beside my self what to bring. However I think we did OK. We didn't bring back too much of our food which I think is a sign of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy had a grand old time reading as much as he could when he wasn't out on the boat or swimming with our nephews and nieces. I enjoyed all the boating and swimming and I can't remember that last time I got to play pretend and be a mermaid. It was fun to hear Sammie and Carrie still playing the same game days later. Apparently they coaxed Jacob into being their 16 year old brother. While Carrie had a blast being 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the highlights from the trip had to of been. Billy and Scott setting the beach on fire with the nice high fireworks. (Poor Craig thought is tent was on fire.)Aaron's first Birthday party. The hike up to our normal spot to see Craig's name in the wall that he carved the very first year we camped there. (Unfortunately nature had taken it's course and ride the wall of all names and marking that had been there before.) Watching Scott and Craig try to burn a bush for our campfire. (I don't think it ever fully burned.) Watching Sammie enjoy grandpa dunking her in the lake. The traditional Sunday boating trip where no one on the boat was less then drenched because of the storm we road into. And riding out to a cell phone service any time we had to see if Melissa had her little girl yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to leave early but I'm still happy that I got to go. I will miss being able to just jump in the lake when ever I get too hot. Sleeping under the stars every night, and just plane being with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who were wondering, I came back from Lake Powell and still had my job. I knew I would when I left as long as I went to work on Thursday. Working on Thursday was not the easiest thing to do however, as my world kept swaying back and forth for over a day. I would sit and look at my computer screen that kept moving and it almost gave me a headache. What I thought was interesting was I got more sea sick on land then I did on the actual boat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-4450102315126619532?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4450102315126619532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=4450102315126619532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4450102315126619532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4450102315126619532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-6285690494826029694</id><published>2008-06-21T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:00:57.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So It's been awhile since I last updated and I'm sorry about that. Since I graduated I have been working at Convergys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SF0mjUNT_yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O5ysezQIqro/s1600-h/left_otod_logo2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SF0mjUNT_yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O5ysezQIqro/s320/left_otod_logo2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214366331726724898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Convergys is a calling center who will hire almost anyone. This particular Convergys is contracted out to AT&amp;T's customer service. Last summer I worked for a call center that was contracted out to Verison's customer service, so I find my self being even more board then usual during the training. I am very glad to have a job I just wish that it was something different. I have found in my searching for a job that even though i've graduated my degree means nothing here in Cedar. (apperently any degree means nothing in cedar). And this is very sad to me. So while I absolutly love it here in Cedar I fear that after Billy is done with school we will have to move where their are jobs. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news that is a little more pointless is that since i've been working at at&amp;t I have developed an unsatisfaction for my phone. which is quite sad because i love my phone. However upon learing more of the I-phone I have come to want it. i am due for and upgrade this next month and as I was looking for a possible replacement of my phone that would be a slight improvement. The anouncement that the new I-phone would be half the cost put it in the same pricerange as the phone i was looking at but just a little bit more. I have never had an I-pod as my phone does music just fine. but I can't help admire the memory that it has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-6285690494826029694?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6285690494826029694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=6285690494826029694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/6285690494826029694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/6285690494826029694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-its-been-awhile-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SF0mjUNT_yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O5ysezQIqro/s72-c/left_otod_logo2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-4248384999555609370</id><published>2008-05-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:24:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just fulfilling a promise</title><content type='html'>This is my Father-in-law Greg. I warned him I would post it. and he did it for me again anyway. Thanks Greg. Enjoy. &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9024e360c2cab4ae" 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://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9024e360c2cab4ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330071047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E07BCDCA119B613CFFDF12D3FB4264F9BD6BD83.1B71CBA9FE9D8CC734F99552027D59D50D14EAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9024e360c2cab4ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De50ZaeigE9IUqEsuZ8ay26YvNH4&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://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9024e360c2cab4ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330071047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E07BCDCA119B613CFFDF12D3FB4264F9BD6BD83.1B71CBA9FE9D8CC734F99552027D59D50D14EAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9024e360c2cab4ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De50ZaeigE9IUqEsuZ8ay26YvNH4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-4248384999555609370?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9024e360c2cab4ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4248384999555609370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=4248384999555609370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4248384999555609370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4248384999555609370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-fulfilling-promise.html' title='Just fulfilling a promise'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-4183136014219830865</id><published>2008-05-16T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:10:30.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting older</title><content type='html'>Last night Billy and I went to dinner. Billy's sister Tina called and asked us if we would go to the fair. I was excited, I didn't even know it was in town. Last night was dollar ride day which was awesome. So Billy and I bought some tickets and the first ride we went on was the Gravitron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SC4QYXmZetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J6Hwd8Lwuik/s1600-h/fair+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SC4QYXmZetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J6Hwd8Lwuik/s320/fair+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112630497475282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to see the Gravitron. For years they had one at the 49th Street Galleria. When ever we would preform there my sisters and I would beg to go on it. It spins so fast you could climb the walls and even turn upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SC4QYnmZevI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xmzs-QkGv3g/s1600-h/fair+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SC4QYnmZevI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xmzs-QkGv3g/s320/fair+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112634792442610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ride Tina came and we went on two more rides that were quite intense. I love intense rides and never took into account that I haven't been on them in a while. So much to my surprise after the third ride i couldn't hold my stomic any more. I was fine until the ride stopped and that stupid bar kept pressing on my stomic. The guy letting everyone out of the ride didn't seems surprised at all and just waited til I was done. I was so embarrassed and a little sad. I didn't want to be done riding the rides. I missed the days when no ride was THAT exciting. And so it seems that I'm getting older and can't quite ride the rides like I use to. (back to back) i guess it also wasn't good to go on a full stomaic either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SC4QY3mZewI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R8oRjkkQfVQ/s1600-h/fair+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SC4QY3mZewI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R8oRjkkQfVQ/s320/fair+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112639087409922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and Tina stayed and rode a few more. However they still came back with 8 tickets. Is it wrong for me to want to go on one ride? It's not going to be three in a row. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-4183136014219830865?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4183136014219830865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=4183136014219830865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4183136014219830865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4183136014219830865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-getting-older.html' title='I&apos;m getting older'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SC4QYXmZetI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J6Hwd8Lwuik/s72-c/fair+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-4507435356314636457</id><published>2008-05-08T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:00:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNARINAzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RVYIns5NNvg/s1600-h/Graduation+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNARINAzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RVYIns5NNvg/s320/Graduation+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083061908833074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Done!!!!! It's exciting and sad all at the same time. I graduated this last Saturday May 5, 2008. I was so giddy on Friday when I took my last test I could hardly contain myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNAhINA0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eG_jiP4RDJk/s1600-h/Graduation+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNAhINA0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eG_jiP4RDJk/s320/Graduation+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083066203800386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad and Rebecca came down for the weekend for my graduation. It was really great to see them especially because I hadn't seen them since February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNBBINA1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4wZmRfSkD7M/s1600-h/Graduation+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNBBINA1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4wZmRfSkD7M/s320/Graduation+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083074793734994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course it's always great to see Rebecca we just have a blast together. Sometimes I miss her so much that I have to just poke someone else. Like Billy or Boo. Apparently she as also taken to poking mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNBRINA2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/1HQwLBsTRlg/s1600-h/Graduation+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNBRINA2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/1HQwLBsTRlg/s320/Graduation+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083079088702306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me at graduation. Can you see me? Me neither. This year was a record breaking year for SUU with 1,535 Graduates. But just incase any of you doubted the ratio of SUU it was 935 Femails and only 599 Males. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNBhINA3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RdLj0udUAPo/s1600-h/Graduation+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNBhINA3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RdLj0udUAPo/s320/Graduation+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083083383669618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it does say Einstine above my head. Cool isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNPfhINA4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SW3eTLZL68o/s1600-h/Graduation+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNPfhINA4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SW3eTLZL68o/s320/Graduation+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198085797803000706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought his four Rubix Cube that I got him for Christmas. (it's always cool to see your Christmas present still being used months later.) I had to buy one with my graduation money just to see if I could figure it out. I have three of the four rows and the corners but now I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNPfxINA5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/4hQaNR-71IU/s1600-h/Graduation+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNPfxINA5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/4hQaNR-71IU/s320/Graduation+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198085802097968018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we had to get a picture of me with my diploma, or at least the thing that my diploma goes in when then mail it to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNPgBINA6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/co3GGLUA6Yg/s1600-h/Graduation+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNPgBINA6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/co3GGLUA6Yg/s320/Graduation+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198085806392935330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case some of you didn't know I graduated from SUU. Not BYU. Not that there is anything wrong with BYU. I just had to be the only one in my family not to graduate from a BYU of some sort. Thus there has been much confusion over the years as to where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all it's been a wonderful experience and I wouldn't mind doing it again. The Psychology department was absolutely amazing. Thanks to everyone who helped me get through the last four years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-4507435356314636457?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4507435356314636457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=4507435356314636457' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4507435356314636457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/4507435356314636457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/SCNNARINAzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RVYIns5NNvg/s72-c/Graduation+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-3057047444917470889</id><published>2008-04-21T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:18:17.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm tired of being the only one not to share cute baby videos. So when Tina showed me this I just had to post it. This is one of my nephews Jayden, he is the only one who I get to hold on a regular basis. Anyway he decided that he only will eat off of Grandma's pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=31804254"&gt;Check out this video: baby wont eat off spoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=31804254&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="386"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=31804254&amp;title=Check out this video: baby wont eat off spoon"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news is this little guy went into the hospital this week. :( it turns out that he has RSV. He is out now but oh it's so sad to hear that little boy cough. Billy and I haven't been feeling well this week either so we had to stay away and only visited him so that billy could give him a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-3057047444917470889?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3057047444917470889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=3057047444917470889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/3057047444917470889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/3057047444917470889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/04/jayden.html' title='Jayden'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-7112610298849825957</id><published>2008-04-12T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:46:56.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a napkin</title><content type='html'>How sweet is this. A random musical out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-7112610298849825957?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7112610298849825957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=7112610298849825957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/7112610298849825957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/7112610298849825957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-napkin.html' title='I need a napkin'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-1582985408018823214</id><published>2008-04-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:24:25.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It WILL get done</title><content type='html'>So I finally find my camera and get it working and now we can't get the internet in  our apartment. Figures. Maybe next time. ;) So life is going very well right now. We are getting close to finals and I am getting really excited about graduating. Billy and I got today off to finish cleaning our old apartment. "Still not done?" you may ask. No we haven't had a day off together for a while and with the power turned off it's pretty much a day job. So Billy got today off so we could work on it. Ironiclly they called me to work in the office for a little bit today. Sigh, I'm starting to think that the mortuary really doesn't want us moving out of our other apartment. lol Oh well I'm only here til three and I'm determined to get our apartment done TODAY. I can't be worrying about it during finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-1582985408018823214?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1582985408018823214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=1582985408018823214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1582985408018823214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1582985408018823214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-will-get-done.html' title='It WILL get done'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-7271867326586464832</id><published>2008-03-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:19:22.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, It is finally spring break. I'm really excited because I currently have all these hopes of getting things done. Homework, Moving, (still on hold) and getting this aprtment organized. I also have this insaine desire to just sit and read a good book. (school doesn't allow me time sigh). So I figure I bettern get a little of everything but not expect to get it all done. I do need a break despretly because I'm starting to get burned out. Billy said I should take a day at the begining of the week to destress and then work on my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is going alright. Except for an occasional call in the middle of the night it's pretty good. Because the other couple wanted to leave for spring break we have many of our nights to still do. Which is nice because we already have our rent payed off for this month. I really like the arrangement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-7271867326586464832?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7271867326586464832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=7271867326586464832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/7271867326586464832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/7271867326586464832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/03/yea-it-is-finally-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-5650904949726779106</id><published>2008-02-11T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:37:47.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>some days it's nice not to have class until 11. It's amazing once you get out of your GE classes 10 is about the earliest you have to get to class. At least here at SUU. &lt;br /&gt;Billy and I are half moved in. We moved our furniture over last wednesday however we have been on-call since then and haven't had much of a chance to get the reast. This means that I don't have a kitchen. It was sad when we had to ask our neighboors for a fork. lol. I will probibly stop by some time today and get some more of our stuff. It isdeffinatly worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-5650904949726779106?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5650904949726779106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=5650904949726779106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5650904949726779106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5650904949726779106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-6749562168576656063</id><published>2008-01-25T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:35:15.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Job</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, Sorry it's been so long. our neighbor moved after christmas and took the internet with him. It was a nice set up we just payed him to use his. However there is news here at the Marquardt's. Billy and I have taken a job at the mortuary which includes an apartment So as of Febuary 4th we will be moving to a bigger apartment that has hook-ups for a washer and dryer. (Not actually attached to the mortuary).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R5o5SZayRUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cdkPUd-C5Rw/s1600-h/2003105111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R5o5SZayRUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cdkPUd-C5Rw/s320/2003105111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159499311329985858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our job duties include answering the phones for the moutuary after their buisness hours. (in our apartment) .&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R5o5SJayRTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t7zETGN4DfM/s1600-h/1553256751_1aa4eafa98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R5o5SJayRTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t7zETGN4DfM/s320/1553256751_1aa4eafa98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159499307035018546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janitorial work (paid by hour) and Billy gets the wonderful job of picking up dead bodys (also additional pay). No Joke. Luckly I'm not allowed to pick up the dead bodys so I will focus more on the Janitorial work and answering the phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-6749562168576656063?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6749562168576656063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=6749562168576656063' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/6749562168576656063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/6749562168576656063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-everyone-sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title='A New Job'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R5o5SZayRUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cdkPUd-C5Rw/s72-c/2003105111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-948976931245691751</id><published>2007-12-13T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:09:58.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is the last day of finals. I will really miss my classes this semster they were some of the most interesting classes I've taken thus far. However I am excited to be done just because I'm exausted. I keep telling everyone not to talk to me until finals are over. Tomorrow I have my only sit down final for my practicum class. It was an amazing class however, I hear that this final is extreamly hard. Last year the highst score was 75. but most were in the 40s and 50s. I had a study group tonight and it went well but there is just so much and we only had an hour so we decided to study what we most unfimilar with. Hopeful everything works out. &lt;br /&gt;I have two papers to write tonight though they shouldn't be difficult. I've outlined them and now I just neet to write them. Last night I graded papers for one of my teachers and it was a great experiance because I was able to really tell the difference on what makes or breaks a paper. I think it has helped me a whole lot in reducing my stress now that I know what to look for. (For those of you who aren't aware writing papers is my nightmare I usually stress and struggle over them. I have tried to really learn how to write a paper over the last few years but the stress and struggle were still there.)well I'm off wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-948976931245691751?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/948976931245691751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=948976931245691751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/948976931245691751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/948976931245691751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-1500681264777217751</id><published>2007-12-13T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:33:48.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animator vs. Animation the Game</title><content type='html'>Hey look I found a game where you can be the animator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.atomfilms.com:80/a/autoplayer/shareEmbed.swf?keyword=animator_vs_animation_game' width='426' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style='border-top:1px solid #343f43; padding:5px 0 7px 0; text-align:center; width:426px; background:#1a3441; color:#fff; font: bold 10px verdana, sans-serif;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.atomfilms.com/?brand=embed' target='_blank' style='color:#fff'&gt;AtomFilms.com&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href='http://www.atomfilms.com/films/comedy.jsp?brand=embed' target='_blank' style='color:#c1ddf2; margin:0 5px;'&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.atomfilms.com/films/animation.jsp?brand=embed' target='_blank' style='color:#c1ddf2; margin:0 5px;'&gt;Funny Cartoons&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.comedycentral.com/?brand=embed' target='_blank' style='color:#c1ddf2; margin-left:5px;'&gt;Comedy Central&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This games is brought to you by more procrastination of finals. I must get back to work now. :( On the bright side... Tomorrow is the last day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-1500681264777217751?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1500681264777217751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=1500681264777217751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1500681264777217751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1500681264777217751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/12/animator-vs-animation-game.html' title='Animator vs. Animation the Game'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-8054397629791445545</id><published>2007-12-10T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:21:58.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anmiator vs. Animation II</title><content type='html'>In response to Melissa's blog of Animator vs. Animation I have decided to post the sequal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTPpbHueNJ4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTPpbHueNJ4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is just so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-8054397629791445545?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8054397629791445545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=8054397629791445545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/8054397629791445545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/8054397629791445545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/12/anmiator-vs-animation-ii.html' title='Anmiator vs. Animation II'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-5512346519698120660</id><published>2007-12-04T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T03:11:28.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things</title><content type='html'>Ok so I normaly don't post things like this but you have all lucked out because I'm sitting at work procrastinating homework. I think everyone has been tagged so I will forgo the tagging. Sorry for being such a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speaking of procrastination. When I am procrastinating homework I turn into an amazing neat freak. My freshman year I had vacumed the floor in my room 3 times already. I had just finished when one of my roomates came in and got 4 crumbs on the floor. I instinctivly grabed the vacum AGAIN for 4 crumbs. (My roommate stopped me and just picked them up by hand.) This week being the last week befor finals I have successfully cleaned out our "Storage Room" and made it completly functional as well as organized all the books on the book shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a hard time taking notes in class so I doodle instead. Amazingly, I remember more from doodleing then I do from taking notes. One of my professors said it was becuase I am and audio learner and learn by stories. (I guess it's from all those years of listening to books on tape.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I buy a little thing of Ben and Jerrys I will not eat the whole thing in one sitting. Rather it will take me almost a month to finish. However, if I get a half gallon of ice cream it won't last a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Reases anything. Just as Billy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If given a choice I would clean bathrooms over doind dishes anyday. (unfortunatly, I still have to do both.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If you tied one hand behind my back I couldn't eat anything. I don't think I would be able to talk either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I still like riding shopping carts to their spots. I don't care that I'm not a kid anymore it's still fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-5512346519698120660?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5512346519698120660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=5512346519698120660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5512346519698120660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5512346519698120660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/12/7-things.html' title='7 things'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-928930083840033584</id><published>2007-11-30T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:30:06.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Car</title><content type='html'>So we gave up and bought a new car. A 1996 Geo Prizm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R1D83_irm3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vSimpFgL32E/s1600-R/P00599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R1D83_irm3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/DD-p699A2Ms/s320/P00599.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138885213709638514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this picture is not our actual car but looks just like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking on craigs list when I found a great car that offered a student discount for good grades. I called up to find out how much of a discount they were willing to give. As I was talking to the owner of the car I noticed that his voice sounded extreamly familar. When he mentioned that he was in his senior year at SUU I finally asked if he was in one of my classes. It turned out it was who I thought it was. He was so excited that someone that he knew was interested in the car that he seemed to want to draw up the paper work right away. We exchanged money and the car yesterday and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice to have a car that works that will also unfog the windows. Our other two cars were a safty hazered because neither heater or air would work at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-928930083840033584?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/928930083840033584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=928930083840033584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/928930083840033584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/928930083840033584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-new-car.html' title='Our New Car'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R1D83_irm3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/DD-p699A2Ms/s72-c/P00599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-1414639740173979165</id><published>2007-11-28T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:26:35.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Temprometal Cars</title><content type='html'>What a day what a day. So Billy and I have discovered some very important details regarding our two cars. 1. My gold car wont work when its cold 2. His car wont work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Wednesday morning billy and I were driving home when our car decided that it didn't want to work anymore. Billy's step dad (who is a mechanic) came to fix it and got it at least running. However today as I was driving home from a work meeting it decided to stop working again. Luckily this time I was only a block away from our apartment, so i called billy and we pushed it to our parking lot. Luckily Billy's grandma has a truck that she is not using so she is lending it to us until we can find another option. I really can't wait till we can afford a car nice car that works. but alas that time is not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-1414639740173979165?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1414639740173979165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=1414639740173979165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1414639740173979165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/1414639740173979165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-temprometal-cars.html' title='Our Temprometal Cars'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-5044709668979054931</id><published>2007-11-28T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:10:03.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed News</title><content type='html'>Sorry that it's been so long since I've posted. I have started to post a few times but i would either run into a computer error or get distracted. So much has been going on since I last posted. On October 30th Billy's Grandpa Lamar died. (that last post was about that but for some reason it didn't want to work.) He went into surgery on Monday and on Tuesday during class I got the news that he wouldn't live much longer. So I slipped out and we drove down to saint george with the rest of his family to say our farewells. It only took moments of him being off life support before he peacefully past away. I was grateful to have a chance to say goodbye. The funeral was lovely and Billy did a wonderful job at singing "How Great Thou Art."  His grandmother seems to be doing as well as she can and we try to visit her as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving day was wonderful. We had everything but the Trifle. Afterwards we talked everyone into go seeing a movie and like everyone else we went and saw Enchanted. Very cute yet disappointed that there weren't more songs. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy got a new job last week and is working on his licensing exams. He is really excited about it. especially since he didn't even have to put in an application. While billy was home teaching one of his family's and  the topic came up how he was looking for another job. The brother that he was home teaching decided to highly recommend billy where he works, and thus Billy got an interview. Moral of the story "do your home teaching."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-5044709668979054931?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5044709668979054931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=5044709668979054931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5044709668979054931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5044709668979054931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/11/mixed-news.html' title='Mixed News'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-7599516324351728886</id><published>2007-10-31T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:04:43.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-7599516324351728886?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7599516324351728886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=7599516324351728886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/7599516324351728886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/7599516324351728886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-2901170464317936289</id><published>2007-10-29T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:54:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>This weekend Billy and I went on our first camping trip. It was wonderful Billy and I have been trying to go camping since the week we got married. We even used some of our wedding money to buy our own camping stuff. Unfortunately between work schedules and going up North we haven't had a any opportunity. We finally got our break this week when most of the students went on a trip leaving many of the other staff with out any hours. Jason begged Billy for one of his shifts so we decided that this would be a perfect weekend to go up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSW_Ywo9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1PhMxeLNfQ8/s1600-h/camping+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSW_Ywo9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1PhMxeLNfQ8/s320/camping+177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127016518222128082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Navajo Lake just 25 miles up the canyon. Billy thought that we had passed it so we took a long detour through Cedar Breaks. We didn't care where we ended up as long as there were camping spots open. Oddly enough we made a big circle and ended up at our original destination Navajo Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSXvYwo-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oRGwvnHIVnc/s1600-h/camping+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSXvYwo-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oRGwvnHIVnc/s320/camping+170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127016531107029986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived about 9 o'clock Thursday night and had the whole campground to ourselves.  It was wonderful to be camping again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSYfYwo_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zloI5gATvws/s1600-h/camping+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSYfYwo_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zloI5gATvws/s320/camping+167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127016543991931890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been years since both Billy or I had been camping of any sort so both of us were really giddy. It was quiet cold during the nights but Billy had lots of fun building the fires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSZfYwpAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xDck3j-xsjs/s1600-h/camping+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSZfYwpAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xDck3j-xsjs/s320/camping+172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127016561171801090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It warmed up during the day though and we strung up our hammocks and enjoyed some reading. It reminded me a lot of when we would go to the Spruses each year and string up all three hammocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSaPYwpBI/AAAAAAAAABA/_j_sskLtMcE/s1600-h/camping+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSaPYwpBI/AAAAAAAAABA/_j_sskLtMcE/s320/camping+174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127016574056702994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, Saturday came and it was time to pack up and go home. We had a blast and hopefully we will get to go a lot next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-2901170464317936289?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2901170464317936289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=2901170464317936289' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/2901170464317936289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/2901170464317936289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-weekend-billy-and-i-went-on-our.html' title='Our First Camping Trip'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/RybSW_Ywo9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1PhMxeLNfQ8/s72-c/camping+177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605207125593655662.post-5165888857440240742</id><published>2007-10-18T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T02:11:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>Looks like I finally jumped on the ban wagon. I will try to update but I am sorry to say that I can't guarantee anything. We don't yet have an adorable child of our own to constantly show off.:( But I will be posting wedding pictures and pictures of my new nephew who is actually close to me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605207125593655662-5165888857440240742?l=billyandcindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5165888857440240742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2605207125593655662&amp;postID=5165888857440240742' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5165888857440240742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605207125593655662/posts/default/5165888857440240742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billyandcindy.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>Cindy &amp;amp; Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906473662802699997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rCWQYZF92uc/R7CAkP3tu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/05UzHDjbbvU/S220/DSC_1830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
