<?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-6307422953218203104</id><updated>2012-02-03T18:49:56.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Liabz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3976176650095922219</id><published>2011-02-23T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:40:17.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>I just read the saddest blog in the whole wide world. I'm having a hard time processing it so I just thought I would post here about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mom had a 4 month old baby girl who just turned 4 months on Valentine's Day. Her mom wrote her a letter wishing her a happy 4 month. And the very next post said my baby is an angel. My heart sunk. I read the post and half way through had so many tears I could barely read. Her little one had stopped breathing at day care and paramedics couldn't revive her. The baby's parents got to see her at the hospital for a couple minutes and were told to go home. They went home to walk in and see her toys, her clothes, everything in their home that were signs they had a daughter. Only now their daughter was no longer with them. I'm crying again just writing this. One year ago they found out they were expecting after trying for almost a year. Now just one year later they buried their sweet little angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why this poor husband and wife have to suffer. I don't know why Heavenly Father has to take babies. I know he has something better in store for them, but it doesn't make it easier. My heart aches for them. I can't imagine losing Anna after getting to know her and loving her even more each day. Anna's smile in the morning and kisses at night brighten my life. Her sweet spirit makes me so happy and I'm grateful I am blessed to have such a wonderful daughter. My heart is praying for this poor family in hopes that they will feel Heavenly Father's love and feel the comfort of the Holy Ghost even though they don't know of the gospel. I hope Heavenly Father takes care of them, and helps their hearts heal over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered baby Maddie. Heavenly Father loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me write, I really needed to talk about this a little more. Oh and sorry I have been so terrible with this lately, school is taking over my life. I really need to fix my header and theme and post on the weekends. Anyway....this post was a downer but makes me realize how blessed I truly am. Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3976176650095922219?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3976176650095922219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2011/02/heartache.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3976176650095922219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3976176650095922219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2011/02/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4654621007351881457</id><published>2011-02-11T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:11:38.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I adore Valentine's Day. It is possibly my favorite day of the year. Our cards are done and ready to go out in the mail, and if you don't receive one don't worry! I'm posting the card here online for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;Getting my treats ready, cards, and special Valentines are so much fun. But I don't have many decorations to make my house festive. My sister told me about this blog where a darling girl is giving away beautiful heart garlands made out of book pages. I loved them! If you visit her blog &lt;a href="http://allthebellesandwhistles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://allthebellesandwhistles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; you can enter for a chance to win them.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my Valentine card and post all about love. Have a lovely weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4654621007351881457?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4654621007351881457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4654621007351881457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4654621007351881457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-5034198791933168616</id><published>2010-11-05T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:02:43.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWRRRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;In the last month Anna has found her voice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Sometimes that is a good thing and sometimes it's not so good. She has learned how to tantrum and sadly get what she wants. She has learned to babble and mimic the tone of voice you talk to her in. And she has learned how to growl. I got a darling video of her the other night, it's fuzzy because the camera didn't focus but you will still get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-976bca032e27014f" 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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D976bca032e27014f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331340031%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16F5B8468A6D741EF734B7A4305B0BF1B2AC25B0.416CBF5494E4B3CEF06DD891790D40D9BC2B504F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D976bca032e27014f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc9yxSf3NMZFYT8YpobpEsw_q4zk&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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D976bca032e27014f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331340031%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16F5B8468A6D741EF734B7A4305B0BF1B2AC25B0.416CBF5494E4B3CEF06DD891790D40D9BC2B504F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D976bca032e27014f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc9yxSf3NMZFYT8YpobpEsw_q4zk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-5034198791933168616?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/5034198791933168616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/11/rawrrrr.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5034198791933168616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5034198791933168616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/11/rawrrrr.html' title='RAWRRRR!'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6160945769613708084</id><published>2010-10-22T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:44:00.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long or Short?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Alright, I need some help. My hair is currently driving me crazy! It's so frizzy and curly and it takes waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy too long to do it straight. I end up pulling my hair up by the afternoon to get it out of my face and Anna just pulls on it constantly. I am going to get a new smoothing treatment on my hair regardless of the length so that straightening will take little to no time :) The only problem is what length do I keep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Long hair?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TMI9t8UM1LI/AAAAAAAAATc/9q35cBW484Q/s1600/IMGP2632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TMI9t8UM1LI/AAAAAAAAATc/9q35cBW484Q/s640/IMGP2632.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Or short hair? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TMI76GDcaNI/AAAAAAAAATY/GzUuCefo9Aw/s1600/5920_99559702915_511767915_2232644_5284141_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TMI76GDcaNI/AAAAAAAAATY/GzUuCefo9Aw/s640/5920_99559702915_511767915_2232644_5284141_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really don't know what to do. I think my short hair was cute and looked great, but when I look back through old pictures of my long hair I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;adore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it! Ah what should a girl do? If all my faithful readers out there could help me out I would be so grateful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;p.s. I can't wait to have my thin face and body back! I probably won't be there until April but I will get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6160945769613708084?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6160945769613708084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-or-short.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6160945769613708084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6160945769613708084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-or-short.html' title='Long or Short?'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TMI9t8UM1LI/AAAAAAAAATc/9q35cBW484Q/s72-c/IMGP2632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4747912807837574158</id><published>2010-10-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:58:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Our family has changed quite a bit over the last year and with my mom moving we decided we needed a new family picture. We had a good time taking these pictures and they turned out great. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVOsdHgtI/AAAAAAAAASo/KHLKCk8zlvM/s1600/Debbie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVOsdHgtI/AAAAAAAAASo/KHLKCk8zlvM/s640/Debbie.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVQAwJ0fI/AAAAAAAAASs/GO_WB1ds1ig/s1600/DebbieandBridger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVeSNhC7I/AAAAAAAAATE/Ya5ScZ3L9n4/s1600/Sisters2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVeSNhC7I/AAAAAAAAATE/Ya5ScZ3L9n4/s640/Sisters2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVfqrNNFI/AAAAAAAAATI/cnUH-LncXP0/s1600/whole+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVfqrNNFI/AAAAAAAAATI/cnUH-LncXP0/s640/whole+family.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4747912807837574158?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4747912807837574158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4747912807837574158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4747912807837574158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiVOsdHgtI/AAAAAAAAASo/KHLKCk8zlvM/s72-c/Debbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-1154941283764873039</id><published>2010-10-15T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:42:30.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My sister Maddie is a senior this year and it's so strange to me. I still think of all of us kids as little kids still. Then I have a reality check and realize I'm a mom, Sophie is married, Maddie is a senior, and Bridger is in junior high. We aren't all of those cute little kids anymore-we are cute big kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Maddie hadn't done any senior pictures so we decided to take my camera out in the backyard and take some senior shots for fun. Who knew some of them would turn out pretty great? I love these pictures and if you would like to see all of them you can find them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=213152&amp;amp;id=511767915"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for letting me have some fun Maddie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiSBmgaJ4I/AAAAAAAAASc/vipVPJOK2uE/s1600/IMG_8540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiSBmgaJ4I/AAAAAAAAASc/vipVPJOK2uE/s640/IMG_8540.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiSCgI3_ZI/AAAAAAAAASg/dbMPb73vwJI/s1600/IMG_8583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiSCgI3_ZI/AAAAAAAAASg/dbMPb73vwJI/s640/IMG_8583.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Lastly,&amp;nbsp;I know she is going to kill me for using this last&amp;nbsp;pic but I absolutely adore it because this is who she is. My sister is the happiest, kindest, loveliest, most beautiful girl I know. She is such a good example to me and I hope that someday I can be just like her. I love you Maddie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiSFCU-lRI/AAAAAAAAASk/oQANmkXrZls/s1600/laughing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiSFCU-lRI/AAAAAAAAASk/oQANmkXrZls/s640/laughing.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-1154941283764873039?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/1154941283764873039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/maddie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1154941283764873039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1154941283764873039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/maddie.html' title='Maddie'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiSBmgaJ4I/AAAAAAAAASc/vipVPJOK2uE/s72-c/IMG_8540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-601099954444353791</id><published>2010-10-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:30:39.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faces of Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;When Anna was first born we took a million pictures, well more like 600 in the first month. As time has gone by we have taken less and less just because we get caught up in life and I guess she hasn't changed too much. Anna is much bigger now, has learned to smile, and has started to babble too. This stage is so fun and as she gets bigger her personality shines through even more. I'm sure you can tell what kind of girl she is too just by looking at these pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiOjqVthNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IBQntZTU80A/s1600/3vertical.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiOjqVthNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IBQntZTU80A/s640/3vertical.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiOkkIxFyI/AAAAAAAAASA/9vUWOt8UoRc/s1600/4square.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiOkkIxFyI/AAAAAAAAASA/9vUWOt8UoRc/s640/4square.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh and look who has decided she wants to grow up. Anna is determined to do things she is too little to do. So I just do the best that I can to keep up with her and keep her safe while she is exploring new things. To play in her exersaucer she has to have a blanket stuffed in behind her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiOpiizZdI/AAAAAAAAASE/4QLu6ewjjiQ/s1600/IMG_8689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiOpiizZdI/AAAAAAAAASE/4QLu6ewjjiQ/s640/IMG_8689.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiO-uxHxRI/AAAAAAAAASM/eNYT-KvQuL4/s1600/IMG_8690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiO-uxHxRI/AAAAAAAAASM/eNYT-KvQuL4/s640/IMG_8690.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiPa6EwQuI/AAAAAAAAASY/D2RkHqaKQjU/s1600/IMG_8693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiPa6EwQuI/AAAAAAAAASY/D2RkHqaKQjU/s640/IMG_8693.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-601099954444353791?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/601099954444353791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/faces-of-anna.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/601099954444353791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/601099954444353791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/faces-of-anna.html' title='The Faces of Anna'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiOjqVthNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IBQntZTU80A/s72-c/3vertical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8286945353416836844</id><published>2010-10-15T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:53:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Every year Josh and I go on a special date to Sundance. When we were first dating I took him to Foundry Grill for lunch and then we drove the Alpine Loop. It has turned out to be one of our favorite dates that we look forward to all year long. This year the trees weren't colorful yet but we still got some gorgeous shots. Lunch was delicious as usual and what beats a quiet afternoon with my honey? Nothing. I love you babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGIx50LWI/AAAAAAAAARo/k5dpqqZ1Crs/s1600/IMG_8448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGIx50LWI/AAAAAAAAARo/k5dpqqZ1Crs/s640/IMG_8448.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I was obsessed with these glass containers that were filled with coffee beans and a candle. Someday this will adorn a table in my house because it's so absolutely gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGPgUtpsI/AAAAAAAAARs/izHmBTjxpog/s1600/IMG_8459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGPgUtpsI/AAAAAAAAARs/izHmBTjxpog/s640/IMG_8459.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also love all of the Aspen trees and how they look so beautiful all together with the beautiful ivory color marked by the black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGVIVlGmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FADX_KAemHg/s1600/IMG_8471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGVIVlGmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FADX_KAemHg/s640/IMG_8471.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGxMgX42I/AAAAAAAAAR4/aRYfFOfLKt8/s1600/IMG_8463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGxMgX42I/AAAAAAAAAR4/aRYfFOfLKt8/s640/IMG_8463.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8286945353416836844?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8286945353416836844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/sundance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8286945353416836844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8286945353416836844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/sundance.html' title='Sundance'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiGIx50LWI/AAAAAAAAARo/k5dpqqZ1Crs/s72-c/IMG_8448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-1819406538885387132</id><published>2010-10-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:39:04.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Brad Paisley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I know I have been slacking off with my blog but life is just so crazy busy that by the time I could blog at the end of the day I just crash on the couch. The last few weeks have been eventful though so I need to catch all of you up. First of all....my cute sister-in-law Lizzie took me to the Brad Paisley concert with her. And it was AMAZING! We had 2nd row seats right next to the runway and I was so psyched for the show. We had a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiDkLmInTI/AAAAAAAAARk/W1C6f-WGhoE/s1600/IMG_8282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiDkLmInTI/AAAAAAAAARk/W1C6f-WGhoE/s640/IMG_8282.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Our first opener was Justin Moore-he is newer but a great performer. You can hear one of his songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VgEU_Xi7QU&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got some great shots during his show I got a picture that I absolutely adore. I think this is a picture that someone could reflect about and make up their own story of what the artist may be feeling or what may actually be going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLh8bRftzhI/AAAAAAAAARE/DgDGgqKUcd0/s1600/justinmoore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLh8bRftzhI/AAAAAAAAARE/DgDGgqKUcd0/s640/justinmoore.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I was extra excited for this show because our other opener was Darius Rucker. I love Darius Rucker's music and was so stoked to see him live. His voice is great but he was kind of boring as far as performing goes. He just stood there and sang. But he was still good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLh_rZfnrjI/AAAAAAAAARM/Wjaou3JCv4g/s1600/darius.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLh_rZfnrjI/AAAAAAAAARM/Wjaou3JCv4g/s640/darius.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My other favorite shot of the night was the one of Darius' cowboy boots. This shot was what I was seeing at eye level. Pretty sweet huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiAw0SoR8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Zxf5GSWlRlM/s1600/boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiAw0SoR8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Zxf5GSWlRlM/s640/boots.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;And finally, we are to the Brad Paisley pictures. He put on a great show as usual. This was my 3rd time seeing him in concert but it was a totally different experience right next to the stage. His voice is so great and being that close almost makes it like you aren't listening to him magnified by mics at all which was awesome. I also had the priviledge of getting climbed on by a drunk-off-her-A lady that tried to climb up on stage. Luckily this guy next to me came to my rescue and actually got her and her boyfriend kicked out. It was a new concert experience for sure. We still had a great time. The most coveted picture is last so scroll all the way through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiCtG9cvHI/AAAAAAAAARU/P2ZRak6BWoo/s640/IMG_8344.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiCzXrXy5I/AAAAAAAAARY/Pl67ztXGGSY/s1600/IMG_8385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiCzXrXy5I/AAAAAAAAARY/Pl67ztXGGSY/s640/IMG_8385.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiC3DuijSI/AAAAAAAAARc/F8XqEnioY7o/s1600/IMG_8409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiC3DuijSI/AAAAAAAAARc/F8XqEnioY7o/s640/IMG_8409.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiC4oM5vXI/AAAAAAAAARg/EhHzvsKmpuo/s1600/IMG_8433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiC4oM5vXI/AAAAAAAAARg/EhHzvsKmpuo/s640/IMG_8433.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Yep, that's right! I am wearing Brad Paisley's cowboy hat! He gave it to a little boy right next to us and they let us put it on for a minute. I can say this kind of experience will never happen to me again and it was so incredible. Thanks Lizzie for thinking of me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLh_cPLrsgI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xb3U2VLd-k8/s1600/darius.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 38px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 148px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLh_cPLrsgI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xb3U2VLd-k8/s1600/darius.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 109px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 148px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-1819406538885387132?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/1819406538885387132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/mr-brad-paisley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1819406538885387132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1819406538885387132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/10/mr-brad-paisley.html' title='Mr. Brad Paisley'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TLiDkLmInTI/AAAAAAAAARk/W1C6f-WGhoE/s72-c/IMG_8282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6957590891866450464</id><published>2010-09-11T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:48:12.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;You would think that by now I would realize that life doesn't go according to plan, but I haven't learned yet. As this school year has started and I have fallen right back into the groove of teaching I realized that education is exactly where I'm supposed to be. I was in the education program once and when I got scared I quit. But now I know that I need to finish and get my teaching degree. I have found out that I can still be a good mom and be a teacher too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;So I'm taking the plunge and going back to the education program. I start in January and I will graduate in December 2012. School will be much easier while Anna is little and right now I'm blessed that my mom can watch her for me. January to April will be nuts with work in the morning school in the afternoon and being a wife, mom and homework completer at night. But I know I can do it. And I wanna do it. I'm so excited and I just can't wait to be a teacher some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;The other piece of exciting news is that starting on Monday I will have a personal trainer. My dad can't finish his sessions with his trainer so I get to work with her and he is paying for it. I have always wanted to try a personal trainer to see what I'm capable of and to learn how to work out on my own and be effective. My chance has arrived and the timing couldn't be better. I get to train with Sarah at Golds Gym twice a week for 30 minutes and I get to have a gym pass to do cardio on my off days :) I will finally get back to the body I loved! I'm kind of nervous because I don't know what to expect, but once again I know I can do it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Life gets more nuts everyday and I absolutely love the adventure because I have the most amazing friends and family to join me along the way. Oh and by the way, my Anna has learned how to smile back at me when I smile and giggle at her. I'm loving how her personality is changing as she grows up! Thanks for reading and I hope you have a marvelous week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6957590891866450464?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6957590891866450464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6957590891866450464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6957590891866450464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-life.html' title='Crazy Life'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8861739379223531053</id><published>2010-09-11T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:41:00.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwN-GqbeWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/98O6ORkanAo/s1600/football.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwN-GqbeWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/98O6ORkanAo/s640/football.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;For those of you that may be country music fans you may have known what this post would be about just from reading the title. But for those of you that don't follow Kenny Chesney the above picture should help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Yes, this post is about my most favorite sport, football! (sarcasm instended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My awesome brother Bridger is playing football this year and even though it's his first year playing he made the highest seventh grade team. As a good supportive sister we went to his first game to cheer him on. And you know what? It was actually really fun. Anna loved it too-she really is her daddy's girl. The whole gang made it to the game and we had a great time together. Plus Bridger's team won! GO VIKINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwQgqlWaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BSNtREdUViM/s1600/sistersfootball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwQgqlWaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BSNtREdUViM/s640/sistersfootball.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwTUlIWhhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pzZzqs0l__w/s1600/familyfootball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwTUlIWhhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pzZzqs0l__w/s640/familyfootball.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;And as if going to that game and all the rest of Bridger's games for the season wasn't enough, Josh got tickets to BYU's opening game and I was the lucky guest of honor that was so priviledged to attend. I wasn't all that excited but I decided I would have a good attitude, wear a matching shirt like all the students, and participate in the cheers. The game was pretty intense the whole time which kept my attention and our seats didn't hurt either. I could see the ball with my naked eye the entire time. In the end, BYU won against Washington and Josh and I had a great time together. Thanks for the fun date babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwP_2IJcrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YEDJcVVWj0g/s1600/byucouple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwP_2IJcrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YEDJcVVWj0g/s640/byucouple.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8861739379223531053?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8861739379223531053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/boys-of-fall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8861739379223531053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8861739379223531053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/boys-of-fall.html' title='The Boys of Fall'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwN-GqbeWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/98O6ORkanAo/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-353231994426027146</id><published>2010-09-11T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:07:51.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwGKBHIYOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PrYfJu5sytA/s1600/blessingoutfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwGKBHIYOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PrYfJu5sytA/s640/blessingoutfit.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Do you like Anna's blessing outfit? I don't either! Here is the story behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;As Anna's blessing day neared I got more and more stressed out. I'm one of those people that likes everything to be absolutely perfect and in my quest to make that happen I become a complete mess. Anna had the most perfect dress and beautiful headband to wear for her big moment. She also wore black tights with her dress to match the headband and I was excited to be a unique mom :) Well the morning arrived and Anna just wasn't herself, she could sense the excitement and stress surrounding the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;We got to church and looked great, but of course she got hungry right before her blessing. So I hurry and fed her and then Josh took her. He did such a beautiful job with her blessing and I was so thankful he could do it for her. Josh had warned all of the men in the circle not to bounce her but apparently some of them didn't listen because....I had Anna back in my arms for just a few minutes when she projectile vomited everywhere! I mean the both of us were covered in baby throw up! Of course I started bawling instantly because our perfect dress and day were ruined and my mom rushed me home to get the both of us cleaned up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Luckily&amp;nbsp;Anna's dress was machine washable so we had it all cleaned up by the time brunch was supposed to start. I didn't get my perfect day but it will be a great story to tell her when she grows up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwJJGgKPWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VbUiXrLSyGk/s1600/familyblessingpics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwJJGgKPWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VbUiXrLSyGk/s640/familyblessingpics.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;We had so much family attend and some awesome friends too. We are so thankful to have so many wonderful people in our lives to share in the joy that Anna brings to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwLQ9xYtwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p0qEWSMP3hQ/s1600/playblessing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwLQ9xYtwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p0qEWSMP3hQ/s640/playblessing.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-353231994426027146?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/353231994426027146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/annas-big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/353231994426027146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/353231994426027146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/annas-big-day.html' title='Anna&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TIwGKBHIYOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PrYfJu5sytA/s72-c/blessingoutfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-9052797748849588602</id><published>2010-09-03T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:52:56.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Hello all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I know I have been slacking off about updating but I'm going to find time this weekend to post, promise. Life is getting crazier by the minute and I have lots to tell about. Stay tuned for some awesome posts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-9052797748849588602?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/9052797748849588602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/9052797748849588602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/9052797748849588602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/09/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4985062291452445916</id><published>2010-08-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:13:58.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Mercies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;It's amazing how well the Lord knows me and my needs. Today when I was feeling so sad and feeling that I couldn't be loved, He sent the most tender mercy to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;As I was crying and felt that I couldn't be happy, I looked down into my arms to see the biggest smile on my Anna's face. At that moment I knew that she loved me, that my family loved me, and more than anything that the Lord loved me too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for the gospel, I seriously don't know what I would do without it in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4985062291452445916?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4985062291452445916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/tender-mercies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4985062291452445916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4985062291452445916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/tender-mercies.html' title='Tender Mercies'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3391931077237664886</id><published>2010-08-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:36:22.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Usually I am an advocate for change. I like trying new things, I like going out of my comfort zone, I like fresh new ideas that help me change as a person for the better. I accept change with open arms and do my best to acclimate. But this change I don't like so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Last year when I left Westmore Elementary I was planning on a full time position with partial insurance benefits. I knew full time would be so hard especially with Anna but I was prepared to do the job. I was planning on that money to put away in savings since our savings account&amp;nbsp;is virtually depleted. The day Anna was born I found out I would have to stick with part time hours, and part of me was so grateful! I knew full time would have just been too hard. This change was welcomed. My boss told me I could work afternoon hours on this part time schedule and that came as an even greater blessing to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Well it was getting to be the middle of August and I hadn't heard from my boss about my hours yet. So I called him. Turns out if I worked in the afternoon I would only get 5 hours per week, and well, the time to get Anna to grandmas was more than the working part, thus the job wasn't worth the money or the time. Morning hours of course were available and for 12 hours per week which was a little more worth while. So I took the hours quickly, to secure my job. But I didn't really take the time to think it through.&amp;nbsp;This change is one I don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Afterall, mornings with my girl are my most coveted hours of the day. I would give anything to be with her when she wakes up to stretch out for the day and take in the beauty around her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I thought I would be alright, I really thought I would be fine. But yesterday I had faculty meeting for the first time and I was not fine. I didn't want to be there, I didn't even care. (Not the greatest attitude on the first day of work.) To my dismay, another change that I don't like was made known to me at that meeting as well. My teaching method will be going back to the group work that I tried last year which completely failed. The group setting was not a good thing for me and I &lt;strong&gt;hated&lt;/strong&gt; my job during that time. And now I find out&amp;nbsp;group&amp;nbsp;teaching&amp;nbsp;is what is expected of me again. &lt;em&gt;I really don't know if I can do this.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;First off, I don't want to be there at all, and second I now have to teach in a setting that I really don't like. (Good thing I didn't stay in the program huh? How would I have ever handled a whole classroom?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Yesterday I made it all day without a single tear, to my amazement. I guess the tears were saving up for today. As I got my beauty out of her crib this morning and held her in my arms and watched her, my sadness of having to leave her overwhelmed me. I just want to be with her so badly. I don't want to teach other students. I don't want to leave her. And now it seems that I have no choice. School starts tomorrow and I am bound until May. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Looking back on the decisions I made, I wish I would have thought about them for longer. I wish I would have really taken the time to explore what my heart really wanted and what our family could handle financially. I wish I could call my boss today and tell him I was very sorry but I couldn't take the job after all. I wish I was putting up flyers for violin lessons and starting my own studio instead. I wish many things concerning this job, but I guess wishing is just that-it won't get me anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;So what does a girl do? I know I shouldn't even be complaining in the first place because I am blessed enough to only be committed to 12 hours a week. There are so many moms that have to work full time and I honestly don't know how they do it and I admire them for their strength. But it's still so hard to be happy when I know my joy is at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Thanks for reading and if you made it to the end, you deserve a treat. Here's to changing my attitude and to, hopefully, a great school year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3391931077237664886?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3391931077237664886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3391931077237664886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3391931077237664886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-962449536621348050</id><published>2010-08-22T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:03:38.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anna's birth has given me a reason for reflection each day about the person I am and the person I want to be. I have decided that I know how to do lots of things but there are lots of things I don't know how to do that a mom needs to know. In trying to decide how I'm going to aquire all of these missing skills and talents I felt very overwhelmed, like I just couldn't do it. Being a mom is harder than you think! Thankfully though, Josh reminded me of the many things I do well and that I have time to learn to do others. I have to remind myself that I can't always compare myself and get down about things. So I'm going to try new things one step at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Last night for dinner I made pizza. Homemade pizza for the first time by myself. Homemade pizza that had whole wheat, yes whole wheat, crust. I was nervous. I was afraid. But I forged ahead and made the whole thing. I just kept&amp;nbsp;my fingers crossed that Josh would eat it and it wouldn't be terrible. I guess my hard work paid off, and the amazing wheat dough recipe&amp;nbsp;that I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adailydoseofdieting.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-whole-wheat-pizza-dough.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;, helped&amp;nbsp;quite a bit&amp;nbsp;too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Here is our pizza showing our respective halves- mine is the one with all of the delicious veggies on it. Josh actually said it was delicious, went back for seconds and after dinner packed up a lunch for Monday of the left overs. I guess I did a pretty good job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THFzcQ5N8zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vDXcPf36mCI/s1600/pizza+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THFzcQ5N8zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vDXcPf36mCI/s640/pizza+001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;After a delicious victory like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THFzd2fHpoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GCUTnKlih6A/s1600/pizzapaint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THFzd2fHpoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GCUTnKlih6A/s640/pizzapaint.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;....I am ready to take on something else. Crafts maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Just maybe I will sign up for a Super Saturday project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Stay tuned to find out what the next adventure will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Happy Sunday and thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-962449536621348050?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/962449536621348050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-adventures.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/962449536621348050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/962449536621348050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-adventures.html' title='New Adventures'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THFzcQ5N8zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vDXcPf36mCI/s72-c/pizza+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3925986587432926958</id><published>2010-08-21T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:49:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days, Lunch Dates, and Saturday Afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;The end of summer is drawing near and I'm quite sad about it. Although my days of playing at home are almost over the last few days have been grand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;On Thursday Anna and I were greeted by a cold summer rainstorm. The thunder crashed, the lightning struck, and we were in our cozy warm house. We dared to brave the weather and peek outside to view the glorious world around us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THA_bg28spI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DI6Me-cTZlM/s1600/rainyday081910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THA_bg28spI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DI6Me-cTZlM/s640/rainyday081910.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;And although it was beautiful and the rain smelled so sweet, we weren't ready to face the day outdoors. Anna napped in her bouncer seat, I folded some laundry (exciting I know!) after which I spent some time reading my favorite mag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBFeYu1GhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YhvtZb4lgqA/s1600/inside081910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBFeYu1GhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YhvtZb4lgqA/s640/inside081910.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Our day was lazy and wonderful and spent exactly as I wanted, together. Friday brought with it new adventure of fun with friends. Momma Brittany and baby Kamryn met us for our very first lunch date! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBK0do51bI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oAOdhhAdhEw/s1600/4tqkam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBK0do51bI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oAOdhhAdhEw/s640/4tqkam.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;We are so glad to have such great friends that we can go out with. Kamryn is so darling and just 2 1/2 months older than Anna. We have decided to have play dates a couple times a month. Perfect way for mommas to get adult time and girlies to make a best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anyway, Cafe Zupas was our destination because I absolutely love their food. I ordered my usual which is half a raspberry salad and a half order of mushroom bisque soup. I had to showcase these lovely foods because they are so completely delicious. Is your mouth watering yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBPTGyH9HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kOcOr8WiBDc/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBPTGyH9HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kOcOr8WiBDc/s640/food.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;And I had a splendid day with my darling...Anna I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBTUnYnNII/AAAAAAAAAPU/VvnjlzH473Y/s1600/momanna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBTUnYnNII/AAAAAAAAAPU/VvnjlzH473Y/s640/momanna.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Our lovely weekend ended with a lazy Saturday which included playing on the floor with our lovely. Hope your weekend was as great as mine was!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBWK1CIpdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Gk7UDN5w28o/s1600/annafloor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBWK1CIpdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Gk7UDN5w28o/s640/annafloor.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBXClU40HI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A9N3y4kp01A/s1600/final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THBXClU40HI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A9N3y4kp01A/s640/final.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3925986587432926958?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3925986587432926958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-days-lunch-dates-and-saturday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3925986587432926958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3925986587432926958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-days-lunch-dates-and-saturday.html' title='Rainy Days, Lunch Dates, and Saturday Afternoons'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/THA_bg28spI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DI6Me-cTZlM/s72-c/rainyday081910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-1295959084585489396</id><published>2010-08-17T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:24:07.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>I used to dread Monday mornings and I will probably dread them once again when I start work next week. But for right now, I'm loving Monday mornings and this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrdFeDFcfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TNKEHcAt22I/s1600/IMG_7570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrdFeDFcfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TNKEHcAt22I/s320/IMG_7570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I had a fun night on Saturday when we made brownies and had ice cream, it was delicious and a very good time together especially because we decided not to clean up. I also had this waiting for me on Monday morning along with an entire house to get cleaned up, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrdyXpaJlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_7rkOxbC6kg/s1600/IMG_7569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrdyXpaJlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_7rkOxbC6kg/s320/IMG_7569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind because this is what I have to look forward to every morning. A darling little girl that drools all over when she sleeps just like her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/b9do55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/b9do55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl who loves to squirm around and stretch out when she gets up in the morning, and doesn't like her picture taken. (Do you like her elf ears?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrf9UoPioI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RZKyZTImepc/s1600/IMG_7557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrf9UoPioI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RZKyZTImepc/s320/IMG_7557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrgKojcsdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TmxF8zwk-Bw/s1600/IMG_7559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrgKojcsdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TmxF8zwk-Bw/s320/IMG_7559.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after she stretches out and has her breakfast bottle, we get her in the tub- which she loves (although her face doesn't show it in this picture, we haven't gotten smiling down quite yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrg7yxAjrI/AAAAAAAAANE/cw0z2XoDZR8/s1600/IMG_7575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrg7yxAjrI/AAAAAAAAANE/cw0z2XoDZR8/s320/IMG_7575.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get out of the tub we get lotioned up and dressed in a cute outfit and head right back to sleep for a morning nap in the bouncer chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrhGoTy0mI/AAAAAAAAANM/aXbvFwVoU4c/s1600/IMG_7585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrhGoTy0mI/AAAAAAAAANM/aXbvFwVoU4c/s320/IMG_7585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday is awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrhR8OE1GI/AAAAAAAAANU/daszjxgTaqc/s1600/IMG_7587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrhR8OE1GI/AAAAAAAAANU/daszjxgTaqc/s320/IMG_7587.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-1295959084585489396?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/1295959084585489396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mondays.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1295959084585489396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1295959084585489396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TGrdFeDFcfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TNKEHcAt22I/s72-c/IMG_7570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3736167244273535317</id><published>2010-08-13T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:05:45.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy &amp; Sophie Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Last Saturday my sister Sophie got married to her prince charming Tommy in the Mt. Timpanogos Temple for time and all eternity. Their sealing was absolutely beautiful and they looked like royalty. I wish I could have taken a picture of them in the temple because words cannot describe the happiness they exuded to everyone in attendance. We didn't get very many great pictures of them outside the temple but we did get a pretty cute one- isn't her dress gorgeous? When she crouched down to see a guest her dress puffed up and looked just like a sparkly cupcake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.tinypic.com/ribz47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/ribz47.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After the temple ceremony we headed to the reception center to set up. I felt that I didn't do much to help but I was the errand runner so I spent most of my time in the car. It was so fun to see how Sophie and Tommy interacted with each other. They were on cloud 9 all day long. That new love is completely amazing and I was jealous for a split second because that new infectious love tends to wear off after a bit. This picture just shows the happiness on their faces and I love it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/29cq2r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;And lastly, every couple needs a paparazzi shot. I especially love mine and their paparazzi shot is great too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/24bkxvq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/24bkxvq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tommy and Sophie Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Est. August 7 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Congratulations! We love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3736167244273535317?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3736167244273535317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/tommy-sophie-clark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3736167244273535317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3736167244273535317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/tommy-sophie-clark.html' title='Tommy &amp; Sophie Clark'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/ribz47_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6192741675723167336</id><published>2010-08-09T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:41:58.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I never knew heartache until I became a mom, and my Anna bug is only 1 month old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This last weekend was my sister's wedding and I was a little stressed out trying to get everything ready. On top of that, Anna had been throwing up all week long because of a formula we tried. Wedding + no sleep = one unhappy momma. Anyway....outside of the temple it was so crazy because there were brides everywhere. When Tommy and Sophie finally arrived we were all whisked away to take pictures. With so many people pictures took about 30 minutes. The day was exactly as Sophie had hoped, overcast with no rain and a slight breeze. These conditions made taking pictures quite enjoyable. But not for my Anna. My mind was so preoccupied with making sure everything was taken care of for the wedding so my sister could have her perfect day I didn't think to cover Anna for the time we were outside. Here is where the heartache part comes in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;About 24 hours after the picture taking, Anna had a bright red face and blisters on one half of her face. That's right, my little one got very badly sunburned and it was totally preventable. My mom kept her for the night on Sunday so Josh and I could get some much needed sleep and when I came to pick her up this morning I completely broke down and fell apart. Her face looked like it hurt so bad and I just felt terrible. I know what a sunburn feels like, believe me and it's not fun. And now my little bug had a bad sunburn and&amp;nbsp;I felt like it was all my fault. It's just heartbreaking when she screams in pain because I have to clean her blisters and she can't get comfortable enough to sleep. I felt like I shouldn't have been given the responsibility to be her mom and take care of her because it felt like I had failed completely. First we were on a formula that made her sick for an entire week and then she gets sunburned. Thankfully my wonderful mother has been taking care of me and Anna today because we are both a mess. I seriously don't know what I would do without the remarkable woman I call my mother. And hopefully Anna can say the same thing about me some day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Darling post about my lovely sister's wedding to come, with pictures even! Get excited :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6192741675723167336?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6192741675723167336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartache.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6192741675723167336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6192741675723167336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7801933194629716808</id><published>2010-08-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:52:30.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings</title><content type='html'>I love slow mornings.&lt;br /&gt;I love waking up to feed my darling and snuggling her right back to sleep in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I love laying her in our bed in the early morning light to marvel at her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I love taking in her sweet smell as I hold her close and feel her breathe. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm cherishing every moment because soon enough she won't be my little sleeping beauty, she will be my grown up princess.&lt;br /&gt;Being a mom is the greatest thing in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/2cqz978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2cqz978.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7801933194629716808?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7801933194629716808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7801933194629716808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7801933194629716808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2cqz978_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-2597737672656110136</id><published>2010-07-26T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:23:21.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser: Family Edition</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy for me was a really big mind game. I think I had depression there at the end when I was the biggest I have ever been in my life. Being over weight as a kid was not fun, people made fun of me and I just felt ugly all the time. In high school I changed all that when I lost 40 lbs. I felt great and looked even better and the greatest thing was that my confidence went up 1000%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that being pregnant is different than just gaining the weight but it was still hard for me to deal with. I just felt ugly the entire time. And now that Anna isn't inside anymore I'm doing my best to deal with the emotional aspect of the weight I did gain. So far I am doing great thanks to my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;amazing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;husband who always tells me how beautiful I am. Without him I would be very depressed and in a bad place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep me motivated to get the weight off we have started a family style Biggest Loser contest. We are going to weigh in together every two weeks to keep track of progress and the final weigh in will be on Thanksgiving. Whoever loses the biggest percentage of body weight will get a new pair of jeans that the rest of us have to purchase for them. I am excited to get my whole family in on this so we can start a new healthy lifestyle together. After all....eating right and exercise is so much easier when you have someone to do it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me 38 weeks pregnant, just 2 weeks before Anna's arrival:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/2rmxkrn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2rmxkrn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me 2 weeks after Anna was born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TE3CydgEVVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aX3tEvF0RFc/s1600/28us0pd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TE3CydgEVVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aX3tEvF0RFc/s320/28us0pd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face looks pretty much the same but my belly sure doesn't! Thank goodness! When I was admitted to the hospital the day Anna was born I weighed in at 230 lbs (terrifying, I know!) So far I am down 27 lbs but that is just from Anna's weight and some water weight loss. Now I start my journey back to the body I loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tools I am using to keep me on track:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://sparkpeople.com%20/"&gt;sparkpeople.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adailydoseofdieting.blogspot.com/"&gt;adailydoseofdieting.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wii fit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Check out some of those tools if you find yourself on the same journey :) Hope everyone has a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-2597737672656110136?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/2597737672656110136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/biggest-loser-family-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2597737672656110136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2597737672656110136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/biggest-loser-family-edition.html' title='Biggest Loser: Family Edition'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2rmxkrn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8910578608222180658</id><published>2010-07-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:13:21.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Touch</title><content type='html'>I guess I always knew moms had a magic touch. I just never realized that I would have that magic touch. And as I wonder if I'm a good mom or not, my worries are put to rest when I pick up my little darling when she is fussy and the instant she is in my arms she calms right down. I &lt;i&gt;adored&lt;/i&gt; the moment when Josh passed her over and when she was in my arms she knew who I was and she knew that I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TEhfLdVtWfI/AAAAAAAAALs/JAGAz8snByc/s1600/2gwfdz4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TEhfLdVtWfI/AAAAAAAAALs/JAGAz8snByc/s400/2gwfdz4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what?&lt;br /&gt;I have the magic touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8910578608222180658?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8910578608222180658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/magic-touch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8910578608222180658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8910578608222180658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/magic-touch.html' title='The Magic Touch'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TEhfLdVtWfI/AAAAAAAAALs/JAGAz8snByc/s72-c/2gwfdz4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-2183462251678854231</id><published>2010-07-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:01:19.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But can you blame me? Just look at that precious little face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/aku8uf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/aku8uf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I have to look forward to every morning :) I know you are jealous. I'm just so grateful she is mine to hold and love. Every day brings something new to enjoy and that is the greatest thing of all. I love you my Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/33fap1s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/33fap1s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-2183462251678854231?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/2183462251678854231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2183462251678854231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2183462251678854231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/aku8uf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-2740156172236765668</id><published>2010-07-15T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:37:42.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Liberty Tenney</title><content type='html'>The past 6 days have been quite the adventure and Josh and I have loved every minute. Our little Anna Liberty arrived on Friday July 9 2010 at 3:47pm weighing 7 lbs and measuring 18 inches in length. She was a very loud crier right when she was born and I instantly knew she was a Tenney. Lucky for us Anna is a very content baby only crying when she is starving in the night. We are so grateful that she is healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9faNODVyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eEwQIaTGLIU/s1600/IMG_1365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9faNODVyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eEwQIaTGLIU/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights are really not that bad- Josh takes the first feeding and I take the second. One of our favorite things to do is watch her explore the world. Anna loves to sprawl out on the couch and just look around for hours-it's amazing to see her learn even at this young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9gXWVFopI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SiW3GK0A9Fc/s1600/cribstrawberry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9gXWVFopI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SiW3GK0A9Fc/s320/cribstrawberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Josh and I have loved every minute of being parents and we can't believe how much she has changed since being born almost a week ago. I find myself wishing she still looked like a newborn baby but she is looking more like a kid every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9gyeX81RI/AAAAAAAAALM/5d-uHVApyHk/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9gyeX81RI/AAAAAAAAALM/5d-uHVApyHk/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anna is the focus of attention and the center of our lives and we couldn't have asked for a greater blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9jd_aiLzI/AAAAAAAAALU/_BPcOfSIAU4/s1600/blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9jd_aiLzI/AAAAAAAAALU/_BPcOfSIAU4/s320/blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-2740156172236765668?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/2740156172236765668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/anna-liberty-tenney.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2740156172236765668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2740156172236765668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/anna-liberty-tenney.html' title='Anna Liberty Tenney'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TD9faNODVyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eEwQIaTGLIU/s72-c/IMG_1365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-389594095103393993</id><published>2010-07-04T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:31:29.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we spent most of the day with friends and family celebrating the 4th of July. We had not stopped going and even threw a 2 mile hike in there that was all uphill to try and get this baby here. Well, nothing worked (as usual). But by the end of the night I was so swollen I could barely move my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so completely exhausted and had early church this morning but luckily Josh let me sleep in. When I woke up at 11 I heard lots of noise in my house and thought he might have come home for a snack or something. When he didn't answer to me calling his name I knew it had to be someone that broke in and I was terrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw clothes on and creeped down the stairs so quietly to find.....a BIRD! A bird had gotten in my house through our chimney and was flying around downstairs like a maniac! I was so terrified I RAN upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom. Don't think I have moved that fast in a really long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Josh at church and left a message since he was in a meeting. I guess he came home thinking I was in labor but when he got here he found out he had to save me from a crazy bird! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about this whole story is that being scared out of my mind, and running up the stairs still didn't send me into labor. I guess Anna is one stubborn little girl and I should probably be nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great 4th and I hopefully you got a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th everyone! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-389594095103393993?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/389594095103393993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/389594095103393993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/389594095103393993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-morning.html' title='Good morning!'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-1311237303015442348</id><published>2010-06-29T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:26:04.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Appointment</title><content type='html'>I just scheduled my last doctor appointment before Anna is born. I will be 40 weeks 1 day...yep that's right, 1 day &lt;i&gt;past&lt;/i&gt; my due date. While I was discouraged about making the appointment I was partly happy too. All along I have been excited she would be a July baby because we have so many family birthdays in June. I want my little darling to have her own special time and it's looking like this is going to be guaranteed. And just to make sure, I will NOT be eating any pineapple, spicy food, or going for long walks until Wednesday night around 10pm at the latest. This plan should guarantee she is born in July even if I go into labor that night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I can't wait until all this is over! Regular body, here I come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-1311237303015442348?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/1311237303015442348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-appointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1311237303015442348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1311237303015442348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-appointment.html' title='Last Appointment'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3900163045442711629</id><published>2010-06-24T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:31:03.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>Usually I am not one to go out on a limb and learn something new. I stick to what I know, what I grew up doing, and that's that. Well, becoming a mom has me thinking differently lately. Suddenly I want to be that person that has all this knowledge that I can share with my children. I want to know things, and be able to accomplish things I couldn't before so I can create a legacy. Hopefully my children will say things like "Oh my mom can do that." or "My mom knows a lot about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dabble in book making and love it so much, it lets me tell the stories of our lives and I enjoy that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can bake a little bit and someday I hope to take some real pastry/baking classes so I can learn to make what I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad has taught me the art of interior design and how to make things look wonderful together and that brings me a lot of joy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Violin playing has brought me lots of happiness over the years and I'm no prodigy but I have enough skills to teach my children the joy of learning an instrument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though I don't like to admit it most of the time, I do enjoy singing and making beautiful music (especially with Josh) and together we can teach our children about the happiness one can bring to themselves just by humming a simple tune or belting as loud as you can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I like to think this list is pretty good considering I am 21 years old and focused most of my life on school, ha ha. But I am ready to take on some new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent inspiration has come from this &lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/"&gt;special lady&lt;/a&gt; and how much I adore her writing and photos. I like to think I am a pretty good writer, especially when it comes to my own life. My journals from high school are bursting at the seams with fantastic stories and adventures that I want Anna to read and enjoy some day. And although I'm an okay writer I don't know that I will ever be quite as captivating as Kelle is. And that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also understand that I will never be the photographer she is either, especially since she does it professionally. But her gorgeous pictures of her beautiful daughters inspire me. I want to be the mom that gets lost in her little girls deep blue eyes and bouncing red curls. I want to enjoy every little popsicle drip on her face and dress. I want to capture the love and happiness in a toothless smile. I want to capture the pure joy in hunting for fairies, playing in a sandbox, riding a bike, baking cookies, going on a long walk with daddy and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I find myself expressing this deep desire to Josh on a daily basis. And I'm positive he is sick of hearing about it day after day. Lucky for me I have a husband that is continually supportive and willing to listen to my crazy rantings. And sometimes, he surprises me by showing me that he really listens and cares and loves me more than anything in the world. Today was one of those surprisingly wonderful days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Josh called to tell me that he purchased a brand new very nice digital SLR camera for us to enjoy! He wants me to be able to take all the pictures of Anna that I want to and document our many adventures as a new family. He is truly a saint and I don't deserve him and his love for me, but somehow I'm lucky enough to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how excited I am to get started on this new journey and develop new skills that will bring us so much joy for years to come. I have already been online reading about how to take great pictures and what I need to learn before I can get new lenses and things. I think this is definitely going to be a hobby that will benefit me and my children and it's one more thing I can add to my list! Here is a picture of my brand new beauty...I can't wait to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TCPp_9-jLHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gngnYXKyWRk/s1600/camera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TCPp_9-jLHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gngnYXKyWRk/s200/camera.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One last thing....Thanks to any of my readers that actually made it through this entire post. I meant to just post quickly about my new camera and how excited I am to use it and it became my novel for the day. You know you are 9 months pregnant when you write a post this long about a camera and how it's going to change your family's life forever and cry the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;Anna it's time for you to make your debut sweetheart, mommy is definitely ready for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3900163045442711629?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3900163045442711629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hobbies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3900163045442711629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3900163045442711629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/TCPp_9-jLHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gngnYXKyWRk/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4709707282088433650</id><published>2010-06-21T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:51:18.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; of hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; of weird sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired &lt;/em&gt;of being swollen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; of feeling bad about myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; of waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4709707282088433650?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4709707282088433650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4709707282088433650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4709707282088433650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3506519374725371230</id><published>2010-06-12T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:22:47.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>So yesterday my cousin Arica had little Harper Jane Sumner. And I was very jealous to say the least. Then I got a text from my best friend Tess and her sister had her baby, Mason Stubbs, last night too. And I got a little more jealous. All day I have kind of been in a somber mood just because I want to meet my little Anna so bad. But now I'm facing a dilemma, well sort of. I feel dumb, and it's totally a stupid hormonal thing but I'm going to tell you about it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't picked a middle name for Anna yet. I wanted to let Josh name her and he decided he wants to wait until she is born to decide what that middle name should be. His top 2 names in the running right now are Liberty and Jayne. He says it will be Anna Liberty if she is born around the 4th of July unless she seems more like an Anna Jayne. I picked Jayne with the Jay spelling to honor my Grandpa Jay. He was one of my best friends in life and taught me so much and I want him to be a part of my family even though he isn't here to share in the joy. I feel stupid because if you read the beginning of this post carefully my cousin Arica gave her baby the middle name of Jane. I know it's not a huge deal if they had the same middle name because: 1- they are middle names, not first names &amp; 2- these two little girls aren't cousins and probably won't spend THAT much time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoiuld I feel bad? I feel like a copycat and that I'm taking away the spotlight from their little bundle of joy. I would never want to do anything like that at all. We really have loved Jayne forever I just don't want to hurt any feelings or cause any problems. What do you think of our name choices? Am I worrying too much? I would love to hear anyone's opinion on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know this post is a stupid hormonal worry but I just can't help myself. My brain is stuck on baby mode and I don't know that it will come off that for a while. Thanks for reading and I hope everyone has a great weekend despite the cold weather. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3506519374725371230?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3506519374725371230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/babies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3506519374725371230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3506519374725371230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-2134209771022435027</id><published>2010-06-08T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:55:35.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the wire</title><content type='html'>Today was my 36 week appointment at the doctor which means I am down to weekly appointments! How did we get here already?!? I swear I just found out I was pregnant and now I'm getting close to actually holding my very own baby in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded invasive stuff happened today and it really wasn't that bad. I was happy to know my body is making progress so hopefully labor won't be too terrible. I am excited that we will get to meet Anna in the next couple of weeks. Some days it feels like I will never get to hold her and snuggle her, but I know that will come sooner than I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her room is done (for pictures click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=173756&amp;amp;id=511767915&amp;amp;ref=pb"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), her clothes are all washed, the car seats are installed, my hospital bag is packed....now&amp;nbsp;what to do? I am taking advantage of sleeping in every day and getting the occassional nap. This waiting game just might kill me though. Thankfully we set an induction date today in case Anna decides she doesn't want to come on her own. July 13 could be a very exciting day for me if I don't have one before then :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to update everyone since I really have nothing else to do everyday. Hope life is grand for all of you! Oh and congratulations to my cousin Arica who gets to be induced this upcoming Sunday! We can't wait to meet Harper and I'm definitely jealous you get to hold your baby so soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-2134209771022435027?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/2134209771022435027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2134209771022435027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2134209771022435027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Down to the wire'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8936133087973545885</id><published>2010-05-28T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:25:05.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I make it?</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how the smallest things in life make me the happiest and how fast that happiness can be shot down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to go to Seven Peaks today for opening day. I shaved my legs (which took forever) and painted my toe nails (which was a little painful) and tried on my new maternity suit (which was depressing). And then the weather had to go and change so it's too cold to go anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast you pregnancy! I just want to feel good about my body again and be able to do the things I enjoy. And I don't want to go into an instant depression when I don't get what I want (stupid hormones). Can I really survive another 5 weeks of this? I sure hope so because I don't know how much longer I will be able to stand myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8936133087973545885?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8936133087973545885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-i-make-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8936133087973545885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8936133087973545885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-i-make-it.html' title='Can I make it?'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-2487181239869976755</id><published>2010-05-24T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:30:48.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Showers</title><content type='html'>Saturday was my big baby shower with all the family and close friends and it was fantastic! My mom and sisters did a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;great job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; decorating with pink and green everything just like Anna's bedroom and the treats were so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone came and those that couldn't were kind enough to send a gift or card. Anna and I were so spoiled! I can't believe how generous, loving, and supporting everyone really was. I have been nervous about being ready for this little one to get here for a while but after Saturday I think the only thing we still need are a few bottles, formula, and a diaper bag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how my mind set changed instantly after that party. Now that I have so many darling clothes I just want to try them all on her. I want to wrap her up in the soft blankets we received and just hold her all day. It's going to be even harder to wait for her to get here (still about 6 weeks away!) Part of me is ready for her and part of me is scared to death that she really could be here in 3-6 weeks and be a healthy baby girl that I will have to take care of for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I got quite a bit done in Anna's room last night and things are becoming more real everyday. Her name letters are up on the wall, the darling baby sign Jamie and Steph got us is up, all of her clothes are folded and sorted into drawers according to size, and the bird decals will be put up tonight. Holy smokes we are having a baby! I can't wait to meet her and I hope everyone else is excited to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post got WAY longer than I intended (sorry!) thanks to all of you that actually got through it. Also a HUGE thank you to all of my wonderful family and friends that are so supportive and loving, I don't know what we do without you in our lives. Have a wonderful week everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-2487181239869976755?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/2487181239869976755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-showers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2487181239869976755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2487181239869976755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-showers.html' title='May Showers'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-989212692000789609</id><published>2010-05-18T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:22:57.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best 2 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday marked the 2 year anniversary of my sealing to the most amazing man in the world. I can't believe it has already been that long since my wedding! Josh is such a wonderful person who teaches me so much every day. I don't know what I would do without him in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Anniversary darling! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/S_Lo1ldd7XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-3H6bqOpc0k/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/S_Lo1ldd7XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-3H6bqOpc0k/s400/wedding.jpg" width="266" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-989212692000789609?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/989212692000789609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-2-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/989212692000789609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/989212692000789609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-2-years.html' title='The Best 2 Years'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/S_Lo1ldd7XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-3H6bqOpc0k/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-5106394354127933428</id><published>2010-05-04T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:39:48.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Digits</title><content type='html'>It's official! I am 31 weeks pregnant today.... which means I only have 9 weeks left! It is so crazy how time has flown by, now I just hope it keeps flyin'. I am ready to meet my little Anna (well almost). I'm excited to have a couple of showers in the next two months and get even more ready for her arrival and it's only about 9 weeks away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-5106394354127933428?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/5106394354127933428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/single-digits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5106394354127933428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5106394354127933428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/05/single-digits.html' title='Single Digits'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6870166187968634270</id><published>2010-04-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:50:42.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I just bought this for myself for mothers day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/S9smLgUZMxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bRhvNiwSwAY/s1600/on737157-03vliv01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/S9smLgUZMxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bRhvNiwSwAY/s200/on737157-03vliv01.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As most of you know, I love swimming and plan on spending as much time at the pool before Anna gets here as I can. Can't wait for June!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6870166187968634270?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6870166187968634270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6870166187968634270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6870166187968634270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/S9smLgUZMxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bRhvNiwSwAY/s72-c/on737157-03vliv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6046653958034006952</id><published>2010-04-30T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:35:53.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good enough?</title><content type='html'>When you find out you are having a baby, everything changes. Suddenly everything in life revolves around a little spirit that isn't even here yet. School plans change, work plans change, and somehow they still have to be in the picture once that baby gets here. Trying to figure all of this out is not going so well for me. If I can't get it all figured out now how am I ever going to do it with Anna? I'm scared and worried that I won't be a good mom or wife. What if I'm not cut out for it? Having a baby is exciting, but terrifying. I really don't know if I can do this and I'm scared to find out. Today is a crying day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6046653958034006952?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6046653958034006952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6046653958034006952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6046653958034006952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-enough.html' title='Good enough?'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-5438510376812786997</id><published>2010-04-23T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:14:19.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEBER I HATE YOU</title><content type='html'>If you have been following the drama on facebook you already know all this and don't need to read this post, but if not....let me share! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester was supposed to be my last before applying for my professional program. As I got the application to start on it (6 months early) I found to my surprise that 3 classes that were previously optional are now required! Imagine my surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into completing these classes has only made things worse. I found out to get these classes done I won't be able to start my program until Summer 2012 instead of 2011 and will have to do 2 semesters at UVU and 1 additional semester at Weber. So that puts me behind 1 more year and like $4000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM UPSET!!! Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I emailed the advisor today to tell him of my situation in detail (so long he will cry when he has to read it) and let him know he will be getting a phone call from me on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the legal documents stating a student has to be notified of changes to a program for rebuttal in case they say they can't help me out in any way. Either they will wave the classes or I will fight them in a hearing and get it waved that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad but at the same time I love shoving it in their face that they were wrong not to notify me. Either way they will be hearing from me and things will be straightened out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay vent over. Thanks for letting me yell a bit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-5438510376812786997?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/5438510376812786997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/weber-i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5438510376812786997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5438510376812786997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/weber-i-hate-you.html' title='WEBER I HATE YOU'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-1466442283929099701</id><published>2010-04-21T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:21:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I don't think I can make it through or actually finish what I've started, the Lord lends me a hand. My anthropology class has been very difficult this semester and I was barely hoping to squeak by with a D. Today was my final and I was very afraid, I just needed a 35 and I studied for enough time that I could probably get a 50. Well I studied and prayed so hard Heavenly Father would be my companion during that test and....I got an 86! It was seriously a miracle. I am so grateful for the many blessings that I receive and don't deserve. I guess I must be doing something right in life or He wouldn't choose to bless me at all. I am just so thankful for the gospel in my life and a loving Heavenly Father that is always by my side and willing to give me a helping hand when I need it. Hope finals have all gone well for any of you readers that have to endure them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-1466442283929099701?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/1466442283929099701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1466442283929099701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1466442283929099701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-392392633871186001</id><published>2010-04-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:58:58.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go to there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring break is next week and I am so excited that I get a week away from my students. I love them, don't get me wrong, it's just definitely time for a break. Sadly I won't be going anywhere exciting just hanging out in my house doing homework mostly. I just wish I was going to a far away land where I could forget all my worries and just enjoy sunshine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first pick if I could go anywhere?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v250/194/18/17822554/n17822554_35255946_5117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v250/194/18/17822554/n17822554_35255946_5117.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can picture it now...sitting on the beach, playing in the waves, enjoying fresh pineapple, and sleeping in every morning. Aww...now I'm just going to keep dreaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-392392633871186001?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/392392633871186001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-go-to-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/392392633871186001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/392392633871186001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-go-to-there.html' title='I want to go to there'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-1448302899705066979</id><published>2010-03-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:15:30.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, last week we went to the doctor for our second ultrasound. And this time our baby's knees were still together so we couldn't see 100% but the doctor did come up with an answer...It's a girl! He said he was 96% sure that it was a girl and he got multiple views. He also said he hasn't been wrong in 16 years which was reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....now I am starting to wonder how right he is! When my mom was having my brother she was never sick and had nose bleeds all the time. Guess what symptoms I have most? Yep, that's right-nosebleeds all the time. So now I'm worried. What if my little darling really comes out a boy instead of a girl? If that does happen well then he will have a green and pink bedroom with lots of frilly clothes waiting for him. Ahh! I am tempted to go to an ultrasound place at the mall to confirm everything because I'm really starting to worry that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for right now I will trust the doctor and go forward with plans, let's just hope he is right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-1448302899705066979?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/1448302899705066979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1448302899705066979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/1448302899705066979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-9137327658130626629</id><published>2010-03-22T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:23:30.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big girl now...</title><content type='html'>I decided today that I'm officially grown up because I drove all the way to Weber State University in Ogden by myself (with never having been there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there in good time, found the booth to buy my parking permit, and got to the right parking lot. I then found the building on campus I needed, walked straight into the testing room and took my 3 tests before making the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird that I can go and do things like that without anyone with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-9137327658130626629?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/9137327658130626629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-big-girl-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/9137327658130626629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/9137327658130626629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big girl now...'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8503692749108266088</id><published>2010-03-18T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:07:57.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Today I am craving summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that for the last couple of days I have been able to drive around with my windows rolled down and go everywhere without a jacket. I miss floating around in the wave pool and snacking on a snow cone in the afternoon. I miss wearing shorts and cute tees and colorful sandals. I miss the happiness that comes from continual sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today...I'm craving summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8503692749108266088?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8503692749108266088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8503692749108266088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8503692749108266088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4998882793468744673</id><published>2010-03-16T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:10:08.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you times infinity plus a billionty</title><content type='html'>Today I was having a bad day. Just an all around girlish bad day. I haven't been feeling well lately and I'm sure that adds to my low self esteem and how hard I am on myself. But, I am so thankful that I have a beautiful ray of sunshine in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds corny but I really don't know what I would do without my darling husband to brighten up my life. He always knows what to say and how to make me feel better. Today he dropped by my work and left a darling love note in my car and then when we had lunch together he made me laugh as we drove around in the sunshine. I am so grateful for him and all that he does for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs501.snc3/26318_730012961189_17822554_39879526_1979314_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs501.snc3/26318_730012961189_17822554_39879526_1979314_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4998882793468744673?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4998882793468744673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-times-infinity-plus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4998882793468744673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4998882793468744673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-times-infinity-plus.html' title='I love you times infinity plus a billionty'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7327508999553862545</id><published>2010-03-11T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:35:18.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRR!</title><content type='html'>Is it May 29 yet? That is the last day of work for me and I can't wait. And I can't wait because of one reason...a bratty teacher that just get's under my skin and rubs me the wrong way. Here is the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working with students in a hallway since November. It has been great to be one-on-one and have the privacy to teach. Well everything has been great, until the last 3 weeks. I don't know what I have done to tick this lady off so bad, but I swear she is out to get me and make me feel terrible every. single. day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 3 weeks she comes out of her classroom at least twice a week to say "Be quiet! You are so loud and it's annoying that you disrupt my class!" in a snarky voice. She always seems to do that in front of a student too. Nice huh? Well I have just been taking her crap because it's not worth it to get in a fight with her because I think she may be the wicked witch of the west reincarnated. Today was the last straw though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am reading with a student, she comes out of her classroom. The door had been shut all morning and I figured today she wouldn't come chat with me. I was very wrong. She walks out and says " Come here for a minute." So I walk over. She continues " You are so loud every day. I can hear you all the way back at my desk and it's quite annoying. There is no reason you should be talking this loud to a student. When they are sitting next to you just whisper. You need to talk quieter because you are too disruptive and I really can't have that." And she walks back into her room.&amp;nbsp; Once again she spoke in an irritated voice and just wasn't kind and again it was in front of a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lady? What did I do to you? Seriously?? I am so done with her and her rude comments that can't even be true. One, I have been working in that location for 4 months and she hasn't had a problem until the last 3 weeks. Two, there are 3 other teachers within the same listening distance as she is and none of them have approached me about this problem. And three, I just think she is the meanest lady on earth that likes to pick fights with anyone she possibly can as she has caused problems with other teachers this year. So I notified my boss that I would no longer be willing to work in that hallway and they need to find me a new location to teach. I'm sure she will be very happy to find me another place because if I have to deal with this snot any longer I will not be employed by Alpine School District for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, vent over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find myself a treat and try to calm down. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is such a downer post, but it was better than swearing like a sailor until I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;Find some sunshine and enjoy it today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7327508999553862545?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7327508999553862545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/grrrrr.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7327508999553862545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7327508999553862545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/grrrrr.html' title='GRRRRR!'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7173469427337172554</id><published>2010-03-10T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:37:47.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>This last weekend Josh and I got to go to Disneyland with Maddie, Bridger, and my Mom. We were so excited to get away from life for a few days. The drive down was such a blast, and the trip was even more fun. I don't know when I have laughed that hard in a long time! My brother and sister are seriously hilarious and they just kept us going the entire time. We had some rough moments every now and again, which was only expected because after all we are family. The trip as a whole though was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip there were some firsts that were quite monumental:&lt;br /&gt;Mom-first time to Disneyland without Dad (hard, but still a first and triumph none the less) Maddie and Bridger-first time on Tower of Terror and 2nd and 3rd time too&lt;br /&gt;Josh-first full day at Disneyland on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Libby-first time doing Disneyland pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how hard it would be to make it through 40 hours of Disneyland walking and pregnant. Oh man, after like 3 hours on the first day I was pretty worn out. I also had a TON of pain in my feet and ankles. Luckily my mom decided to stay and visit with me while the other 3 did the big rides so I got lots of down time to put my feet up. At the end of the second day though I was in bad shape. My feet were so &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;swollen&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't know if I could even walk out to the car to go home. I made it through the day though and still had one day ahead of me. So I did the unthinkable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sc4.stylefeeder.com/thumb/02/bv/02bvglbq/02bvglbq-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://sc4.stylefeeder.com/thumb/02/bv/02bvglbq/02bvglbq-200.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wore my flip flops to Disneyland! I always made fun of people that did that. I couldn't imagine being comfortable in flip flops for more than 4 hours of walking. But miraculously I found out that flip flops were a BILLION times more comfortable than my regular shoes. I just wish I had discovered that on the first day instead of the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry to ramble on about stupid things like wearing flip flops to Disneyland, but it really was a big Disneyland milestone in my life, ha ha. I am so grateful I had this time with my family to bond and become stronger than we are. I can't wait for the next vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7173469427337172554?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7173469427337172554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/happiest-place-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7173469427337172554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7173469427337172554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='Happiest Place on Earth'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-2668531230472109289</id><published>2010-03-01T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:42:23.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I got on Motherhood.com today to see if I could find some cute new things to spice up my wardrobe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I got online I was greeted by models that look like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.motherhood.com/images/alternates/9746001cu4.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really? Does any pregnant girl really look like this because I sure don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got depressed really fast and decided to abort looking for anything new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh, maybe I will try again tomorrow when my self-esteem is better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-2668531230472109289?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/2668531230472109289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/really.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2668531230472109289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2668531230472109289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/03/really.html' title='Really?!?'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3838416218548198489</id><published>2010-02-26T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:26:42.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four?</title><content type='html'>Tonight at the mall we saw a cute lady walking with four little kids. After a minute of admiring I realized they were all the same size, two girls with matching shirts and two boys with matching shirts. And then it dawned on me....they were quadruplets! I have never seen a set of quads and they were so darling probably 4 years old. And although they were cute I was so grateful at that moment to only have one on the way. Becoming a mom was a  pretty scary thought this morning, and still is, but it got a lot less scary when I realized I don't have to do what that lady did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3838416218548198489?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3838416218548198489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3838416218548198489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3838416218548198489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/four.html' title='Four?'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6161213828384875455</id><published>2010-02-24T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:55:20.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put us on team....</title><content type='html'>green! I have been so excited and have anticipated finding out the gender of our little baby for so long now. And today was supposed to be the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Dr. Pepper so our little one would be totally active and ready to show us their stuff. Apparently caffeine has no affect on ours though :( The doctor tried everything to wake the baby up but it wouldn't at all (takes after me already!) and although baby was asleep it was quite amazing none-the-less. The doctor showed us every part of baby and it was so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I loved most was that baby had hands folded and tucked up under their chin with legs crossed sound asleep. It was so cute! I was so amazed that we could see every little bone-fingers, toes, arms, legs, spine even. We could also see the heart beating inside it's chest! I was so amazed that a little person was inside of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we couldn't find out the gender today and I was really bummed about it, I'm so grateful we have a healthy baby. I haven't been able to feel baby yet and was very worried that something was wrong. We measured tiny though (4 days behind) so luckily I won't have a giant baby and all of the fluid is sitting on top of baby like a pillow. With the combination of those two he said I may not feel baby for another week or two especially if baby continues to sleep as deeply as it was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Heavenly Father was like "I am giving you the reassurance that everything is fine with your little sweetheart. But you will learn the lesson of patience and what it's like to wait." I also realized that if we don't find out gender until the end of March I will only have 2 weeks of school left and no time to be distracted. If I found out gender today I would never get any homework done-I would be thinking about names, nursery design, and all of the fun things. So our little stubborn one could have really been a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will patiently await March 24 and hope that our little one decides to come out and show us the goods, ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6161213828384875455?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6161213828384875455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/put-us-on-team.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6161213828384875455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6161213828384875455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/put-us-on-team.html' title='Put us on team....'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8017965155914937629</id><published>2010-02-21T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:44:07.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY want This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;We went into anthropologie last night on our date and I found this GORGEOUS Rosette Quilt that I fell in love with instantly. It is officially the number 1 item on my LUST LIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/993039_neu_b?$redesign-openLarger$" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/993039_neu_b?$redesign-openLarger$" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8017965155914937629?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8017965155914937629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-want-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8017965155914937629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8017965155914937629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-want-this.html' title='I REALLY want This...'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-481762672141211932</id><published>2010-02-18T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:34:40.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own cowboy</title><content type='html'>Today I was chatting with Josh online and to start it off, he said "Howdy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby: Are you a cowboy today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Yes ma'am. You sure are a pretty little thing. And I've been missin' you like a horse misses the wild.....&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm not very good at being a cowboy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby: Oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share this because it made me laugh and brought a smile to my face despite the snow on the ground outside. Have a great day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-481762672141211932?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/481762672141211932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-very-own-cowboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/481762672141211932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/481762672141211932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-very-own-cowboy.html' title='My very own cowboy'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7898279280617345247</id><published>2010-02-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:55:26.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan's Power</title><content type='html'>Today my favorite student came out to work with me and said "I have a secret to tell you." And I got really excited that she was going to tell me something great. Then she said really quietly "My mom and dad got divorced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was instantly devastated for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 10 and her sister is 8 and their dad is gone. Her parents divorced on Sunday and he moved to California. My heart just started to ache for her and her family and I can especially empathize because of the situation my family finds itself currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching my parents and siblings go through pain has been one of the hardest things lately. I didn't realize just how hard divorce is until we found out that is what my parents would be going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little student said she was alright, but I know that isn't the case. She is normally bubbly and full of life. She is the one that always brings a smile to my face and if I could adopt her, I would in a heart beat. But today, she just wasn't herself. And I know she isn't alright, because I'm not alright most of the time and I am 21 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can seriously sit here and just cry at the pain I know my family is feeling and the pain that this little girl's heart gets to go through now. I wouldn't wish this kind of pain on anyone. When I told my mom about my student she said "I wonder if the world is going to hell in a hand basket? Satan just seems to be winning lately." And my instant thought was "He only wins if we let him in long enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through these trials could make me wonder whether my marriage will survive over the years and triumph over all the trials that will be thrown our way. But ya know what? I don't worry about not making it because I have a husband who is strong in the gospel. His testimony is like a rock and I know he won't ever budge for Satan to come creeping in. And because I have him by my side I know I can do anything. I can be a strong person, have a strong testimony, and have the courage to share it with others and teach my children what is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan may be winning in many places and situations of the world-but he isn't going to win at my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7898279280617345247?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7898279280617345247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/satans-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7898279280617345247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7898279280617345247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/satans-power.html' title='Satan&apos;s Power'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-2172387137334208217</id><published>2010-02-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:15:12.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I absolutely love Valentine's Day! I get so excited weeks in advance and find myself drawn to anything that may be pink or red. Sadly this year I don't get much of a Valentine weekend because Josh is busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I indulged myself and got an early present: cute red glitter toes! My very own dorothy nails bring a smile to my face whenever I look down. I even wore flip-flops to work today and risked my job (not really) so that I could show the sparkles off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a delicious &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;giant &lt;/span&gt;cupcake from Costco that had hot pink frosting on top and lots of sprinkles.(See picture below, ha ha) Yum! I'm a frosting kind of girl and just loved my Valentine treat. So far I have had a great Valentine celebration despite my husband MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?account_id=libtenney%40gmail.com&amp;amp;ui=2&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=126c5825b381e126&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?account_id=libtenney%40gmail.com&amp;amp;ui=2&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=126c5825b381e126&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what really helped bring the spirit of love this year was making Valentine's to send out to our family and closest friends. I am going to post the digital copy with our letter soon so if you don't get one in the mail don't fret! And &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt;...I am making a really cute Valentine for my one and only sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are single, or hate a holiday that pressures you to spend money on a loved one enjoy Valentine's Day this year. Do whatever you can to tell those around you that you love them and make someone's day. That is the best Valentine present anyway and will make your heart grow a few times bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-2172387137334208217?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/2172387137334208217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2172387137334208217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/2172387137334208217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3744907066477702305</id><published>2010-02-11T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:26:25.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>Today I was feeling very overwhelmed with school. I just can't seem to stay on top of anything this semester or find success on tests. I wandered over to some chat boards I am part of and explained my frustrations. I am so glad some women there were in tune with the spirit, even though they may not know it. Their comments and sweet encouraging to keep on going really helped me to pick myself up and get going. It's amazing how total strangers can be answers to our prayers. I am grateful to the Lord for his tender mercies that bring me peace and comfort in little ways each day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3744907066477702305?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3744907066477702305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3744907066477702305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3744907066477702305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4039589068176282983</id><published>2010-02-09T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:13:14.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Sun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming out today. Your beautiful shining rays made me so happy! I can't wait for you to come out everyday so I can enjoy your warmth and light. You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Libby&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wnrn.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.wnrn.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/sunrise.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the sun and how it makes me feel. After the dreadful winter it brings such life and I love it. I have tons to do today and it doesn't even feel stressful because I am sitting in the sun doing stressful things. Summer couldn't come fast enough! I'm so ready for snow cones, flip flops, swimming pool, Strawberry Days, and everything else that makes summer great. Hope everyone has as great a day as I am having!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4039589068176282983?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4039589068176282983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4039589068176282983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4039589068176282983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4792787765150051694</id><published>2010-02-04T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:38:13.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Fantasy</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at work right now while all of the fourth graders are at an assembly and decided it would be a great time to blog today. I knew I would have an hour to myself during the day so I decided to bring some boring geology reading with me (even though I have a great novel). If you know me really well you know I could care less about geology and everything that has to do with it. I think I was born with this natural hatred for learning about the earth and how it works because I seriously have hated for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can imagine, I was dreading doing this reading assignment. I decided to put on some music while I read to help focus my mind a little bit and as I was looking through my iPod I came across William Joseph's album, &lt;i&gt;Within&lt;/i&gt;. Researchers say that classical music helps the brain absorb more information and I am a sole believer in this so I always have a classical something on in the background. The only problem in my situation is that I am so familiar with my classical selections that it does me no good to listen to it. I always find myself singing the different parts or getting totally lost in the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just happen to really fall into the music during Piano Fantasy. I absolutely love this piece because secretly I'm obsessed with piano music. Someday I want to take piano lessons and learn how to play at least the hymns and primary music for my kids someday. I am just so fascinated with pianists and how their fingers move so quickly and in different time with one another. This fascination comes solely from the fact that my hands can't do that whatsoever. Maybe someday though my brain will let me accomplish my goal of learning to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For right now, I will stick to listening to Piano Fantasy and keep dreaming of my own Piano Fantasy. My day started out a little shaky, but has been brightened by the talents of a young man named William Joseph. Thank you William for bringing a smile to my face and warming my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear this piece visit: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmbb8-ry5JY"&gt;Piano Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4792787765150051694?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4792787765150051694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/piano-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4792787765150051694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4792787765150051694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/piano-fantasy.html' title='Piano Fantasy'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7769457232620406084</id><published>2010-02-01T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:35:53.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I just needed to do a quick post about how grateful I am for family. My amazing mom and sister knew I was at the end of my rope this weekend and stepped in for an intervention. I seriously owe my current sanity and happiness to them. They willingly (almost with force) came over and cleaned my entire house! I seriously owe them so much because I just couldn't do it and knew it wouldn't happen until Jonah was over if it wasn't for their help. So a big THANK YOU to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so glad that we are put here on earth in families because I seriously don't know what I would do without mine. My mom makes us dinner every Sunday and helps us out in any way she can. My whole family is just so supportive and loving all the time. I'm thankful for a Heavenly Father that loved us enough to put us in families because they make the world a beautiful place. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the sun is shining today and it's going to be a beautiful day! Thanks for reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7769457232620406084?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7769457232620406084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7769457232620406084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7769457232620406084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8955555478620239447</id><published>2010-01-30T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:53:35.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Control</title><content type='html'>Lately my life just feels completely out of control. Contributing factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-online classes with no professors for help&lt;br /&gt;-new night class with even more homework and now less time to complete my other existing homework&lt;br /&gt;-part time job&lt;br /&gt;-full time calling that takes work during the week&lt;br /&gt;-a house that can't stay clean-no dishwasher or time to clean up&lt;br /&gt;-self-esteem that keeps lowering everyday&lt;br /&gt;-husband that is consumed by work every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few. I know I sound like a total complainer lately, and I'm sorry to any of my readers. It's just hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel when it seems like I can't get on top of anything. And the reason it's so hard for me to see the light is because I have totally fallen off the spiritual train. I can't tell you the last time I read my scriptures, or said my prayers. I keep telling myself that today I'm gonna get back on track and I never do. I'm sick of being the weak person that I have been my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; life-I just don't know how to change. Maybe when we get our lives back in 3 weeks I will be able to fix a lot of my complaints and problems I create for myself. I just need to figure out how to make the Lord a priority in my life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8955555478620239447?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8955555478620239447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-control.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8955555478620239447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8955555478620239447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-control.html' title='Out of Control'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6660402303951195630</id><published>2010-01-25T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:38:48.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Normal</title><content type='html'>I decided today that I am ready to have my body back and normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a headache for 5 days now that just won't go away with medicine. &lt;br /&gt;None of my clothes fit-old ones too small and maternity too big.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is multiplying like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Skin is getting back to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet everything is not quite normal. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I haven't gotten to the hardest stage yet. And I still have approximately 162 days until I can even start to try and get my old, normal self back. A baby is worth it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6660402303951195630?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6660402303951195630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-quite-normal.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6660402303951195630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6660402303951195630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-quite-normal.html' title='Not Quite Normal'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7357087195293274375</id><published>2010-01-22T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:03:25.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness In A Glass, Topped Off  With Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight I discovered the one thing that holds true happiness for this pregnant girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1to10reviews.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/diet_coke_by_eurasianrose86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1to10reviews.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/diet_coke_by_eurasianrose86.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay so.... I know I am not supposed to have caffeine, but sometimes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the rules need to be broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And tonight I broke them big time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had 3 16 oz glasses of my pure happiness and let me tell you -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nothing could be wrong in the world for me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Thank you Diet Coke for bringing me such happiness tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after a very long day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now lets see if I can go to sleep at a decent hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7357087195293274375?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7357087195293274375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness-in-glass-topped-off-with-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7357087195293274375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7357087195293274375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness-in-glass-topped-off-with-ice.html' title='Happiness In A Glass, Topped Off  With Ice'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4069944777748969597</id><published>2010-01-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:42:25.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Photographer</title><content type='html'>So I know that I am thinking about things way too early but what can you expect? I think of everything way too early and I'm miss prepared (after all, our baby isn't due until July and my crib is up.) Today I decided to start looking at different photographers because apparently I'm supposed to book the newborn session before the baby is even born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a fan of the photos where the parents are in black and the background is black too. I just think they are so common and I am not really into it. The only problem: I am having a hard time trying to find a photographer that is unique with baby photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching through tons of galleries today and websites I stumbled across a photographer that I really like. Jessica Fauset Photography has some really cute newborn photos and her session fee isn't horrible compared to some others I looked at. I just want darling pictures for a reasonable price and I need help finding the perfect person to take them. If you know of any great photographers that won't cost an arm and a leg, do share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4069944777748969597?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4069944777748969597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-photographer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4069944777748969597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4069944777748969597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-photographer.html' title='Baby Photographer'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3557278544252047548</id><published>2010-01-12T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:05:40.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Sorority</title><content type='html'>This week I have started reading The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy by Vicki Iovine. So far it has been very funny and entertaining yet very informant. Reading a pregnancy book has actually made me realize how many things bug me lately or how I get stressed over dumb things that don't matter yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance....my biggest stress right now is how to convert the guest room into a reasonable nursery, what I am going to name our child of which I don't know the sex yet, and how I can be kind in my absolute rejection and refusal of breast feeding when women convince me I am doing the wrong thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how utterly stupid my cares and worries seem to be when I say them out loud or write them down. I know they shouldn't matter right now, but I just can't convince my brain to concentrate and worry about other things no matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I am feeling like a loser and have no where else to run, I pick up my girlfriend guide. Vicki knows exactly what to say about the things I need an answer to and she doesn't make me feel stupid about it either. If there are any pregnant girls out there reading this I would highly recommend this book to you (just in case you have irrational worries and stress like I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to end my ramblings, I hope everyone has a splendid week full of love and adventures! Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3557278544252047548?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3557278544252047548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-sorority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3557278544252047548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3557278544252047548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-sorority.html' title='Welcome to the Sorority'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7243157618270733228</id><published>2010-01-04T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:58:15.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WSU</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day as a Weber student and let me tell you it was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;. As I logged on and got into my classes online I was expecting to be excited to be learning again and working toward a degree. Well....the excitement vanished quite quickly when I found out exactly what was expected of me this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea online classes were going to be so difficult! 11 credit hours of work includes about 8 chapters of reading per week, 3 quizzes per week, 5-7 pages of writing per week, at least 4 assignments per week, and 3 online class discussion responses. This doesn't include exams either :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking an entire semester off just to work and enjoy life, going back to school is like pulling teeth for me. Don't get me wrong, I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;love &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;school, but I am absolutely dreading this next semester. It is my last semester of pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;requisites before my program after all. Maybe that is what makes it even harder to take crap classes with double or even triple the work of the same class as a lecture course. Oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to a new school year and hopefully lots of personal growth and a renewed hunger for knowledge. Good luck at school everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7243157618270733228?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7243157618270733228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/wsu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7243157618270733228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7243157618270733228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2010/01/wsu.html' title='WSU'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-5633853093104254963</id><published>2009-12-21T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:01:03.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Heritage</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would completely live up to my middle name....until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Grandma Beth is such a funny lady that has done the same things for years and years. Tonight I followed in her footsteps as I found myself wrapping my extra chic-fil-a in a napkin so I could tuck it away in my purse for later snacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself realizing I really am part Bethy ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-5633853093104254963?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/5633853093104254963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-personal-heritage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5633853093104254963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/5633853093104254963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-personal-heritage.html' title='My Personal Heritage'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4964385007431879945</id><published>2009-12-18T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:16:49.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>I am starting school again in January and this time I am a student at Weber State University. I am really excited because I only have one term of pre-requisites left until I can apply for the respiratory therapy program. The thing is...I found out I have to be a registered CNA to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at classes offered through MATC and I don't know what to do. I know they are great and girls pass the test when they take classes there. The class I am looking at is only 4 weeks which is really accelerated. The class is Monday-Thursday 5pm to 9pm. I just don't know if my body can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working 20 hours at the elementary school still, doing full time classes online through Weber too. I will be in my second trimester of pregnancy and just don't know if I can add the CNA class to my schedule and still be healthy and sane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you readers have any advice about the situation I would really love to hear it. I have tried to get a hold of MATC to see if they offer Summer classes and they haven't gotten back to me yet. I just don't want a CNA certificate holding me back. The sooner I get it done the better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4964385007431879945?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4964385007431879945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4964385007431879945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4964385007431879945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3409342636756331918</id><published>2009-12-17T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:29:10.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Josh and Libby Tenney Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8009598&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8009598&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8009598"&gt;Twilight Years&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2751266"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha this is almost exactly spot on, only our ward let Josh stay after 31!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3409342636756331918?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3409342636756331918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/josh-and-libby-tenney-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3409342636756331918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3409342636756331918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/josh-and-libby-tenney-story.html' title='The Josh and Libby Tenney Story'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6008826021009895288</id><published>2009-12-16T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:35:04.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>As of late it appears that I cannot do something without becoming addicted to it. If you ask me why I will tell you that I have no idea why I can't just be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest addiction is facebook, so I decided to take some vacation from it. I have only been gone for about 5 days and it's painful, but so good for me. Well to fill the time I am getting back from being off facebook I am watching Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's is a very dramatic medical show that makes me cry almost every episode. After just one viewing I was completely hooked and the characters were my best friends. Okay so two hours of Grey's a day isn't so bad right? WRONG. Grey's is dirty-like really dirty. Everyone sleeps with each other and cheats on their spouse and it's alright in their world. I start thinking that wrong things are okay things when I watch t.v. like this. So....I am having to give up Grey's. Today was my first day and I was completely strong! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am on the hunt for a new addiction. Josh wanted me to become addicted to house cleaning, but I told him that will never happen ;) Right now I am going back to reading. The only problem is I am so exhausted constantly that I fall asleep after about 20 minutes in a book. But, I did go to the library today and get 5 books that were on the top list for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! And if you have any suggestions about good addictions for a tired, hungry pregnant girl-please don't hesitate to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6008826021009895288?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6008826021009895288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6008826021009895288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6008826021009895288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-4544785788421848353</id><published>2009-12-14T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:30:51.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent Munchies...well sort of</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in so long because I decided I was going to give it up. But since I am giving up facebook temporarily maybe blogging will be a better addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you already know Josh and I are going to be a mommy and daddy in the first week of July next year. We found out in early October and got to announce it to everyone on Thanksgiving. We are really nervous and don't really know what the future holds for us exactly, but nevertheless we are very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I haven't been sick at all. No throwing up or even the urge to throw up. My biggest symptoms are being exhausted constantly, becoming nauseated by lots of different smells, and I am hungry ALL. THE. TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that if I don't eat a little something every two hours I am not a happy camper. Needless to say I have gained about 3 pounds and I am almost done with my first trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling Josh that I am not nervous to deliver or have shots or blood drawn or anything. I am afraid of being HUGE when all is said and done. He keeps reminding me that our little one will be worth every pound in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I deal with the fact that nothing fits, I need a snack with me at all times, and I already have to wear what I call "fat girl pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SybKKNPBYTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FxRGa241TOI/s1600-h/Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SybKKNPBYTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FxRGa241TOI/s320/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-4544785788421848353?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/4544785788421848353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/permanent-munchieswell-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4544785788421848353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/4544785788421848353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/12/permanent-munchieswell-sort-of.html' title='Permanent Munchies...well sort of'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SybKKNPBYTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FxRGa241TOI/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8510161683997659392</id><published>2009-10-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:42:23.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills are NOT my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Well obviously I made it through the race because I'm here today to type this.&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that running your hardest race without any training is probably &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the greatest idea.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so sore in my entire life - every inch of me hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain though, I still had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Arica pushed me to the max in my running and I didn't know I could do so much!&lt;br /&gt;I ran with her for 2 straight miles before we had to walk at all.&lt;br /&gt;And we only walked, because of the mammoth of a hill in the race.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! I don't train on hills and now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;That hill was the worst thing of my life, but I conquered it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I am really proud of myself for doing this run. I hadn't run in 2 weeks,&lt;br /&gt;had a back injury, and ran for longer than I ever have at one time.&lt;br /&gt;I finished in 38 minutes and 31 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;...and I will be sore for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8510161683997659392?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8510161683997659392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/hills-are-not-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8510161683997659392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8510161683997659392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/hills-are-not-my-friend.html' title='Hills are NOT my friend!'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3617827369269668266</id><published>2009-10-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:12:38.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Runner Inside Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere inside of me there is a marathon runner that just wants to burst out. I know there is. But, I have yet to find her. I really enjoy running, it is hard for me to do but I like how I feel after I finish. I know that I did something hard and I feel so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/Ss9utqObjII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/04AxHlfjz00/s1600-h/third-woman-runner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/Ss9utqObjII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/04AxHlfjz00/s200/third-woman-runner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only problem is I make tons of excuses and don't go running on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week my cousin Arica called me and wanted to run the Highway to Hale race on Saturday. I told her I would love to do the race and would be just fine. I went for a run yesterday and thought I would die Literally die, like couldn't breathe, legs cramping up, can't keep going, gonna die. My big discovery this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;if I stop running for just 2 weeks it's like starting over when I start running again which is horrible because the first 2 weeks of a running regimen are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... I am determined to run at least 4 times a week from now on so that I can build my endurance and strength without having to go through the worst two weeks over and over again every month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday I want to be great. I may never run a marathon or a half marathon even but I know I can be great even in a 5k. I went on another run today and ran about 2.75 miles in 34 minutes which isn't completely horrible. My race tomorrow is 3.1 miles and half of it is probably up hill. We will see if I make it to the end! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3617827369269668266?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3617827369269668266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/runner-inside-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3617827369269668266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3617827369269668266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/runner-inside-me.html' title='The Runner Inside Me'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/Ss9utqObjII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/04AxHlfjz00/s72-c/third-woman-runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-8457130956929470728</id><published>2009-10-07T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:15:59.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not one to quit anything too quickly unless the word starts with an A and ends with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ugust&lt;/span&gt;. Ha ha , yep that's right! I couldn't hack the dog for more than a week. But, the thing is the lady wanted me to train her dog before walking her for an hour a day. If the add says dog "walker" that is what they should be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during adventures with August she jumped on me 6 times and ripped my headphones apart (apparently she isn't a fan of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;.) Today she jumped on me a mere 5 times, tried to bite my hand, rip my arm out of the socket, and eat my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see this job is not worth $8 an hour 5 hours a week. So today I put in my resignation. At least I am getting an extra $40 for New York City next week! This is the one time I don't care that I'm quitting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-8457130956929470728?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/8457130956929470728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/quitter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8457130956929470728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/8457130956929470728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/quitter.html' title='Quitter'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-7126811757094641479</id><published>2009-10-06T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:51:20.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As of late I am a dog walker. Crazy, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have known me for long you know that as a child I was deathly afraid of dogs no matter what size or breed. I would cry sitting in the car if we just drove past a mean looking dog (sad that's all it took to get me bawling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). I continued to be afraid for a long time thanks to my cousin Abby who told me that if a dog bit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Achilles&lt;/span&gt; tendon I would bleed to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had to get over my fear when my parents got a dog when I was in high school. I didn't realize I was so attached to the family dog until Pete died. Shortly after, my mom got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weimaraner&lt;/span&gt; named Sage. She is huge, but so sweet and a fun loving dog. Since Josh has been called to be in the bishopric I have been begging for a dog to keep me company when he isn't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for a dog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ksl&lt;/span&gt;.com like everyday and as I was searching on Saturday I saw a listing for a needed dog walker for a lady here in North &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;. I emailed her and said I would love to do it and I promptly got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been walking with August just twice now and I'm realizing the many challenges with a puppy and how much care and love they need. This job is helping me to learn how to train an animal, be patient with it, commit to something, walk for an hour five days a week, and I have also learned that I don't want a puppy for quite some time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-7126811757094641479?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/7126811757094641479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/august.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7126811757094641479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/7126811757094641479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-6422034197264176970</id><published>2009-10-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:33:05.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you know Josh is a huge BYU fan. Me...not so much. I actually dread the fall season because of football. I didn't grow up watching football or any other sport for that matter so it' s really hard for me to pay attention and sit through a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last two years I have tried to watch the games with Josh and I still have a hard time. I now understand the game much better and I can sit and watch about half of it. After that much, my brain is totally gone and I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so bad because, hey at least I let him watch the game, hang up his Y flag and decorate my living room with his BYU memorabilia. Sometimes I even get him some good football food and have my brother over to enjoy the game with him. So I consider myself a supportive wife and great BYU fan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/Ssa-_vdFrkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uFKPR8vVgjA/s1600-h/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/Ssa-_vdFrkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uFKPR8vVgjA/s320/byu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388204006474886722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Cougs! (The game is on right now....hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-6422034197264176970?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/6422034197264176970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/byu-football.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6422034197264176970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/6422034197264176970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/byu-football.html' title='BYU Football'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/Ssa-_vdFrkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uFKPR8vVgjA/s72-c/byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-3655821776308492293</id><published>2009-10-01T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:06:38.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Roller Coaster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Normally I am not a huge fan of blogging. Josh and I thought it was fun when we were dating and first married. But then we got to busy with other things in life and pretty much forgot about our blog. I read all of my friends and family's blogs daily and decided that I should give it a try on my own. I need to be better at this form of journal writing since I don't even write in my old journal anymore which is so sad because I was "journal writing queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I thought I would give everyone an update on my life right now. I am working at Westmore Elementary as an instructional assistant and it's quite the challenging job for me. I help kids that need tutoring in math and reading. I work with the same group of kids every single day. They make me laugh a lot and teach me so much everyday that I know I couldn't learn anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU1dlNOxVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mgObVbRaYDM/s1600-h/westmore.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU1dlNOxVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mgObVbRaYDM/s320/westmore.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387771311538750802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing I have learned in my experience at Westmore is that I don't think teaching is for me! Being in the classroom on a daily basis has really shown me what teaching in your own classroom is really like and I just don't think it will make me happy for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dropped the program at UVU and I am just taking a break for the time being. So I go to work in the morning for an hour and then I am home during the day to do whatever my little heart pleases. I go back to work in the afternoon for a couple of hours and then I head home. Right now this is working out great for me and I am loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate making big life decisions without a real outcome, but I know when I have to do it. My current plan is to enroll at Weber State University and declare Respiratory Therapy as my major. I was an intern in the respiratory therapy unit at American Fork Hospital in high school and absolutely loved it. I am hoping this is the right direction for my life and right now it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is up and down and totally unsure right now and the craziest thing about it is that I'm alright with it. I am a 5-year-plan kind of girl and right now I am flying by the seat of my pants. So here we go...life is one big adventure and I'm ready for the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6307422953218203104-3655821776308492293?l=adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/feeds/3655821776308492293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-roller-coaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3655821776308492293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6307422953218203104/posts/default/3655821776308492293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithliabz.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-roller-coaster.html' title='Life is a Roller Coaster!'/><author><name>LibTenney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU3ReZE8OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_KeqnylWhc/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmp5YP6Lo7k/SsU1dlNOxVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mgObVbRaYDM/s72-c/westmore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
