<?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-7685397371238947914</id><updated>2012-02-11T14:59:58.807-07:00</updated><category term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Happy Em. Happy Mike. Happy Life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-5150231785765228549</id><published>2011-12-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:45:20.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed.</title><content type='html'>I did it. I got through my first semester back at school. With a 3.8 GPA! Hooray! I was pretty pleased with how I did this semester, especially because I didn't like 2 of my classes at all. I'm really glad its over, but I'm sad that the net semester is coming so fast. Slow down December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-5150231785765228549?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5150231785765228549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=5150231785765228549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5150231785765228549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5150231785765228549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/passed.html' title='Passed.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-5819481417864874868</id><published>2011-11-20T22:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:49:53.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike is Thankful for:</title><content type='html'>I Mike Lowder am officially thankful and grateful for the following line items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that Emily puts up with my antics and humors me with an occasional College Football Saturday and watches the Red Sox with me. &amp;nbsp;She is starting to bleed Red and Blue.&lt;br /&gt;I love Emily's smile and her cheerful positiveness. &amp;nbsp;She knows what I need and she is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life and I am so happy that I get to wake up to you every morning. &amp;nbsp;You have taught me how to rock climb and that there is something else to do on Saturdays in the fall than watch football all day. &amp;nbsp;Which is really hard when the weather is crummy. &amp;nbsp;You are my #1 fan and always try to be at my softball and soccer games and cheer me on. &amp;nbsp;You let me win at cards because you know I don't like to lose. &amp;nbsp;You sometimes surprise me with breakfast or a yummy treat that you have made or brought me home from work because you know that I would like it. &amp;nbsp;You let me fall asleep during movies and you don't even get mad. &amp;nbsp;You were worthy to go to the temple with me and I am so happy that we are a forever family. &amp;nbsp;I love your smile and laugh and fun spirit. &amp;nbsp;You will hike and camp and get dirty and not complain. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for the last 2 years of being my sweetie and I can't wait for the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles&lt;br /&gt;You spill your water and constantly sneak into the neighbors yard. &amp;nbsp;You love going on walks and are starting to enjoy sitting down and enjoying a good movie. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for being a fun dog and a loved member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my parents and the things that they taught me when I was young. &amp;nbsp;You never know when you may need a particular item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;You have always been there for me. &amp;nbsp;You would take me to soccer and baseball practice and come to the games and stay for the all day tournaments. &amp;nbsp;Whenever I have been hurt you were always there for me. &amp;nbsp;Which I especially appreciated as an adult when I broke my face rather then just be on my own you let me come home and you took care of me. &amp;nbsp;I remember our fun trips to Florida and some of the tricks you taught me while flying. &amp;nbsp;I always get a full can of Soda because I ask for it rather then just saying what I want and getting a cup full of ice with two swallows of Coke. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for helping me financially through school. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully one of these days that degree will pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed the trips that we have gone on when you took to Eastern Oregon. &amp;nbsp;Recently when we went to St. George with Ryan's family. &amp;nbsp;Remember when Evan woke you up? &amp;nbsp;I do. &amp;nbsp;Goblen Valley was a lot of fun and you taught me that even when camping with someone and they are with you when you acquire an air mattress from someone else you still need to make sure it will fit in the afore mentioned friends tent.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Also how can I ever forget the longest road trip that I have ever been on but one memory that occurred the first day still shines vivid in my head. &amp;nbsp;The van had overheated and I think at this point you were hotter then the radiator. &amp;nbsp;Shoulder deep under the hood and not really sure what you were doing I needed a laugh so I leaned forward and laid on that HORN. &amp;nbsp;That was the quickest I have ever seen you move as you got out from under the hood. &amp;nbsp;Just a little more fired up but I was at least now having a great time. &amp;nbsp;On that same stop you opened the back of the van and a whole gallon container of car wash fluid fell out and hit a rock and busted the bottom of it. &amp;nbsp;I remember you picking it up and trying to throw it like a discuss. &amp;nbsp;It was a terrible throw maybe like 5 feet but something I hope to never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I enjoy the fun Beach trips we have taken and the college basketball family reunions. MMMMSSSSSSPPPPTTTTT, What else could I tell ya? &amp;nbsp;Woah Woah Woah on to the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The D.J.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I ever need a playlist check. &amp;nbsp;If I ever need to drive a car for another 5 years after I can easily afford a luxury car check. &amp;nbsp;If I need information on stocks and bonds check. &lt;br /&gt;But Seriously Dave I have enjoyed our relationship as I have gotten older and have got to come out and visit. &amp;nbsp;You have been very generous to me and have taken me to places I never would have gone. &amp;nbsp;New York, Palmyra and Niagara Falls for the first time, Cooperstown, Toronto, Baltimore, D.C. and Philadelphia to name a few. &amp;nbsp;I have some fond memories of the trips including looking for parking in the middle of down town Toronto to try and see the Blue Jays for a day game. &amp;nbsp;Paying like $8 dollars to drive across the Two Delaware bridges because we took the wrong exits to Phili because it was late and we weren't really sure how the roads intersected. &amp;nbsp;Other family members will also remember one of my fondest memories which occurred in 2005 at Sea World. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for being a great big brother and for taking me to do so many amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Amber and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan we have been extremely close from sharing a room as little kids to me being a resident in the basement for 18 months. &amp;nbsp;You have always looked out for me and I appreciate that. &amp;nbsp;I have had fun getting to play sports with you as an Adult whether its church ball or pick up ball at night, indoor soccer, or semi-competitive slow pitch softball. &amp;nbsp;We also have had some fun adventures. &amp;nbsp;We ran out of gas in the rental van while you were shoveling the sidewalks real quick. &amp;nbsp;I didn't bring shoes and you had to push me out of an icy parking lot and I was able to luckily maneuver into the gas station. &amp;nbsp;We went to Denver and saw Manny and the Broncos play the Chargers. &amp;nbsp;We have driven through the middle of the night to watch March Madness. &amp;nbsp;We have had lots of adventures and hope to have some future ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;br /&gt;You have been an example of a great mother and good qualities to look for in a woman. &amp;nbsp;Many of the things that I saw in you that I thought were great, I found in Emily and lucked out by finding a great one. Thanks for your example. &amp;nbsp;I have enjoyed making jams and pie fillings and apple sauces with you. &amp;nbsp;It has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor&lt;br /&gt;When I think of trouble I think of you. &amp;nbsp;You are always down for playing some video games. &amp;nbsp;You have given me some great mario kart challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to mind is your ghost costume, man I love that thing. &amp;nbsp;You were always my little pal and were the only one that would stick around and watch star wars with me. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for being such a great buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya&lt;br /&gt;You are the little princess of the family and even though it wears you out you are always so happy. When Em and I come over, and you have big hugs for us. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for always being so loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac&lt;br /&gt;I love your sports enthusiasm. &amp;nbsp;I know that you would go outside and shoot hoops with me in a blizzard or take some batting practice with me in a down pour. &amp;nbsp;You are always so concerned with where everyone is and you always check on Waffles to make sure she is still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun watching you grow up in the most dynamic living arrangement possible for a teenager. &amp;nbsp;You excel at just about everything that you do but I didn't need to tell you that I am sure you already knew that. &amp;nbsp;I am excited to see where your future takes you. &amp;nbsp;You have a chance to get into a great college and to get a degree in a specialized field and to be successful. &amp;nbsp;You still can't take me on the basketball court and you are far from the best athlete in the family but I enjoy your tenacity and can't wait till we can lace them up again and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elva&lt;br /&gt;The Big Easy. &amp;nbsp;You always have candy which is awesome and I can always count on the gummy candies when I am there because you know they are my favorite. &amp;nbsp;You even stock the fridge with Mountain Dew because you know Emily likes it. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed coming up late at night and watching movies and visiting when I was living at home. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy discussing the gospel with you and going over some of your view points. &amp;nbsp;I am glad you didn't fall over that one day in the MAX because I would have laughed really hard and looked really mean. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for being so fun and always being up for going to the mall or an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Carlyle&lt;br /&gt;You always got us the best Christmas presents, nice name brand shirts and the Birthday money was always on time. &amp;nbsp;My trips to Florida were a blast. &amp;nbsp;I remember you and TT giving me extra seltzer water in my Soda and I always thought I was so cool when I got that. &amp;nbsp;I have enjoyed seeing you when I come home to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The In-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&amp;amp;Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;You are Mr. Fix It and have helped me with several home projects. &amp;nbsp;Installing my kitchen floor and stove and dishwasher. &amp;nbsp;Without your help Emily may still be doing the dishes by hand. &amp;nbsp;I also enjoy playing cards and board games with you. &amp;nbsp;You play to win and I wouldn't have it any other way. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for always making me feel included and a part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;Well I enjoy teasing you and you know that and are a great sport. &amp;nbsp;I still say your awesomeness is only exceeded by your humility. &amp;nbsp;You have raised a great family and I was lucky enough to get the best one. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for your example of love and kindness and always being happy and positive. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee&lt;br /&gt;You make the yummiest desserts. &amp;nbsp;It is always nice coming over after you have made a creation in the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;You are super sweet and kind and always check to see if there is anything that you can help with. &amp;nbsp;Even when you come to my house which you barely get to do you are looking for something nice to do around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd&lt;br /&gt;Well Bugly you are quite the character. &amp;nbsp;And you are growing up so fast and will be driving before we know it. &amp;nbsp;You are always so funny and goofy. &amp;nbsp;You are also super kind and sweet and our an amazing girl keep being awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;br /&gt;You have gotten tall. &amp;nbsp;I am getting worried that you will be taller then me in the next few years. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy when you get a chance to play some video games or some Settlers of Catan. &amp;nbsp;You are always a good sport and up for a game. &amp;nbsp;Maybe one day you will be 2 times pimp just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tool Man himself. &amp;nbsp;You are always right there ready to help whenever a project needs to get done. &amp;nbsp;I think that is great you are so selfless and willing to help and I have never heard you say "but I am doing this". &amp;nbsp;You just run up the stairs get your tool box and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wish you still needed a booster seat so I could make sure you had it whenever you go somewhere with me and Em you are getting grown up and no longer need it. &amp;nbsp;You always have some new thing that you have made to show us when we come over which is really cool and I enjoy the magic shows that you perform as Joshua the Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Medsker&lt;br /&gt;Are the cards dealt? &amp;nbsp;Well they better be I always enjoy a good game of cribbage with Medsker or whatever else the family is playing at the table. &amp;nbsp;Grandma you have made me some cool stuff I love my cub scout pillow and the blanket that you helped Emily make of my old T-shirts. &amp;nbsp;I have enjoyed living close to a set of grandparents because I lived far away from mine as a kid. &amp;nbsp;I have always felt welcomed and just like one of the other grand kids. &amp;nbsp;Grandma I love the grape juice that you let me take home it's delicious. &amp;nbsp;Also enjoy getting hooked up with all of the apples and apricots very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Andrushko&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I always enjoy when we get a chance to see you. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for always letting us in whenever we show up because it is usually unannounced. &amp;nbsp;You are so kind to us and we appreciate your love and concern for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-5819481417864874868?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5819481417864874868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=5819481417864874868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5819481417864874868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5819481417864874868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/mike-is-thankful-for.html' title='Mike is Thankful for:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-52210156062165598</id><published>2011-11-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:34:01.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Well, with the rate of how busy life is, I better get this post in now, or I never will! I always like dong a thankful post or list around Thanksgiving, so I can reflect on all my blessings. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;- First and foremost, I am thankful for Mike. He is such a strength to me. He knows exactly when I need to be held or cuddled, when I need to be tickled, when I need to be left alone, he knows when I need food, and he knows when I need help with homework and he knows when all I need is an "I love you". He is so loving, kind, fun, tricky and sneaky, outgoing, and smart. I'm so happy I can call him my sweetheart. I am so grateful he understands me and loves me. I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my mom. Although growing up was a bit rough, I am so glad I can call her one of my best and closest friends. She is an amazing woman with an amazing spirit.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for my daddyo. He passed on his love of the outdoors to me and I am thankful for that. I am also grateful that he is an amazing dad and he and my mom raised me and my siblings in a loving home centered around Christ.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for Aimee as a sister. She has a fun personality and is really funny. She has such a big heart and is willing to help anyone. I am so happy we are such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for Sydney. She was and is always there when I need someone to listen to me. She understands me and my craziness. She is so cute and so kind. I am so happy we got to share a room together and be sisters.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for Nate. He is getting so big, and he is way smart. Whenever I come over, he is waiting to give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for Brandon. He is so funny! He has a contagious laugh. He is always so excited to see me when I come over.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for Josh. He is very artistic with his paper things he makes. He is so sweet and I love when he talks to me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for my extended family and all the support and love they give me. Whether it is a hug, or a talk, or a game of cards, they are there.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my mother in law, Brenda. She is always there to listen and give support. She is very helpful and has awesome recipes.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for Steve, he is a great handyman. He teaches Mike something new every time he comes out.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm grateful for Dave and for the awesome presents he gives Mike and I. I am grateful that he let us come out and stay with him, He has a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm grateful for Ryan and Amber and their kids. Ryan is super funny and is down to earth. Amber is so nice and loving. I'm grateful for her friendship and the love she gives us. I'm grateful for their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for Brandon. He is way smart, and he is way fun to hang out iwht. Hanging out with him makes me feel not so old. I can't wait till he comes out to Utah again.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for Elva. She has a great point of view and is way funny. She is also very talented in her knitting.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for our dog, Waffles. She does some great tricks, and is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my opportunity to go to school and further my education.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my job.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for the lessons we've learned while Mike has been laid off. Hopefully he will find a good job soon, but I am grateful for the things we have learned about each other, ourselves, and together during this trial.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for my testimony.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for Mike's testimony and faith that he has.&lt;br /&gt;- I am so grateful for the priesthood and that Mike can give me blessings when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for all the places we have been able to go in our first few years of being married. It's been so fun to see so many places.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for the outdoors and the beautiful places Heavenly Father has created for us.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for &amp;nbsp;photography and the pictures I can take.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for electricity that keeps me warm when the weather gets cold.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for junior mints.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for the warm weather when it is here.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for the warm weather when it is not here.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for the grass on my G&amp;amp;G Medsker's lawn between the trampoline and basketball court that grows so long.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that Mike and I got married for eternity in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that we can attend the temple and church.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for the walks that I get to take with Mike. I love going on walks and going with him makes it that much better.&lt;br /&gt;- I am grateful for the gospel and the hope it gives me.&lt;br /&gt;- Once more.. I am so grateful for Mike. The words I say really can't give him justice. I love you Mike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-52210156062165598?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/52210156062165598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=52210156062165598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/52210156062165598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/52210156062165598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1211538192485393129</id><published>2011-10-20T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:53:45.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodbadge.</title><content type='html'>Well, before this the longest Mike has been away for was one night. He left in the evening and came back the next afternoon. For Woodbadge this week (its this week and next week, Thursday through Friday) we left Wednesday night and went up to my grandparents that night so he wouldn't have to drive as far the next morning (thanks Grandma and Grandpa!). Its been one day and I've already cried, fallen asleep to the Princess Bride, drank too much egg nog and listened to Justin Bieber. And played with Waffles and cleaned the spare bedroom and the kitchen and the bathroom. And did all my homework up till next week's homework. I don't think I can find many other things to keep me occupied and from missing my boo! I have gotten a lot done that needed to get done. That's good I guess. I thought about going rock climbing, but I don't have a partner to go with and I don't feel like going bouldering. I was going to go over to Mike's brother and sister in law's house today, but guess what. I've got a dumb cold. And it got worse since yesterday and I don't want to get their kids sick. Definitely not looking towards next week when Mike is gone again.&lt;br /&gt;This year for Halloween Mike is going to be Wolverine. He's grown out a nice beard and he got a nice leather jacket a little while back. So he is set. I don't know what to be. I could be an X-Men character too, but I'm just not feeling it! If anyone has any suggestions for me and my bearded husband, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1211538192485393129?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1211538192485393129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1211538192485393129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1211538192485393129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1211538192485393129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/10/woodbadge.html' title='Woodbadge.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8655483846378112433</id><published>2011-10-15T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:53:36.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could quit school. It would be so nice to have my time back. No more homework, no more classes, it would be so nice. This week we had fall break.. 2 days. 2 days isn't even a break. Its a time to get caught up on your homework. If they want to give us a real break it should've been a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;Things are still plugging along at the Lowders. Waffles is getting big. Mike is doing great at his new job.&lt;br /&gt;Last month I took Mike to a surprise getaway at the Zermatt Resort in Midway. He had NO idea. He thought we were just there to eat. When I checked us in at the front desk, he said "we are staying here? Do we even have toothbrushes or clothes?" I told him I had our stuff and he asked if Waffles was just staying the night out in the yard. I told him no, I had someone taking care of her. He seemed to be amazed that I got everything taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into our room, and there were chocolate covered strawberries, flowers, and a note for Mike waiting there for us. We then went to dinner. I got a pizza and Mike got a delicious 6 course meal. It was way fun. After that we went to the pool on the main floor and we also sat in the hot tub for a while. It was way fun. Our room had a nice roomy king size bed, a jetted bathtub, and awesome shower, 2 TV's and a kitchen. It was so fun. After we stayed the night we headed up to Park City for some shopping. We found some pretty good deals. I had a great time. I hope Mike did too. He definitely was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been doing a diet for just under a month now. He started right after we got back from our mini getaway. Its called the Dukan diet. He has really had some success with it! He has lost almost 20 pounds now. He says he wants to lost just a few more before heading into the next phase of the diet where he gets to add foods back into what he eats everyday. He is really looking forward to his first "celebration" meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for us I think. My favorite class at school right now is my photography class. I'm learning a lot and I think my pictures are really improving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8655483846378112433?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8655483846378112433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8655483846378112433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8655483846378112433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8655483846378112433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-time.html' title='No Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7700914438231584683</id><published>2011-09-18T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:06:48.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair</title><content type='html'>I am sure you all are aware.. but I wanted to brag just a little bit more. For the utah State Fair this year I submitted 3 pictures. One of my pictures won honorable Mention in the category I entered it in! Go me!&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/-rK6_5nDN-BE/TnZdYZmU5bI/AAAAAAAAAxo/czAzvWC7SNI/s1600/Dog+Tags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rK6_5nDN-BE/TnZdYZmU5bI/AAAAAAAAAxo/czAzvWC7SNI/s320/Dog+Tags.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/7685397371238947914-7700914438231584683?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7700914438231584683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7700914438231584683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7700914438231584683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7700914438231584683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/state-fair.html' title='State Fair'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rK6_5nDN-BE/TnZdYZmU5bI/AAAAAAAAAxo/czAzvWC7SNI/s72-c/Dog+Tags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3782862888969939693</id><published>2011-09-08T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T17:18:22.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Delicious Surprise For Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6-kTuxjxdI/TmlNF5u6OyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H_AcFgdxf-0/s1600/carmel+corn+pops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6-kTuxjxdI/TmlNF5u6OyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H_AcFgdxf-0/s320/carmel+corn+pops.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doesn't this look so good?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3782862888969939693?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3782862888969939693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3782862888969939693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3782862888969939693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3782862888969939693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/delicious-surprise-for-mike.html' title='A Delicious Surprise For Mike'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6-kTuxjxdI/TmlNF5u6OyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H_AcFgdxf-0/s72-c/carmel+corn+pops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8632642736403523050</id><published>2011-09-04T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:58:05.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suppose I Should Blog...</title><content type='html'>Okay, the reason I have been slacking is because I don't have time to do a looong post about or trip to Boston. It was amazing. I am going to put places we went and a few key things and that will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;- We went on a Duck Boat Tour. I even rove the duckboat!&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the Old State house where the Declaration of Independence was read on the 4th of July. It was really hot that day.&lt;br /&gt;-We went on a short harbor cruise. That was really fun to go out in the water go around listening to different things.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the New England Aquarium. Besides all the kids that don't care if you are tripping over them or not, it was really fun and really cool.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to Faneuil Hall and watched a magic guy do tricks and got food. We also met up with some friends there and then went to the Italian part of town for some amazing food.&lt;br /&gt;- We went to the most amazing pastry shop. EVER. It was delicious. We went there twice.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the Paul Revere House.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the Old North Church. We also went in the top of the church where they ring the bells and underneath the church where people are buried. It reminded me of National Treasure.&lt;br /&gt;-We saw the USS Constitution going around the harbor. It was one big boat.&lt;br /&gt;-We went on a Swan Boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;-We did some shopping. I love shopping.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. It was beautiful with a lot of art.&lt;br /&gt;-We also went to the Museum of Fine Arts. Mike is such a good sport!&lt;br /&gt;-We went to Fenway Park. We went for 2 games and we went for a tour of the park!&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the Harvard Museum of Natural History. That was a very cool museum!&lt;br /&gt;-We went the the Sam Adams Brewery. When it was beer taste testing time we got a root beer. Everyone else enjoyed their beer. It was interesting to see how the beer is made. Mike got a picture with the Sam Adams brew master.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to Plymouth Rock. I was surprised how small it was.&lt;br /&gt;-We also went to the Newport Mansions. We couldn't take any pictures inside, but they were HUUUUUGE! I was really tired afterward from walking around them.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the Ben and Jerry's factory. Yummmmy!&lt;br /&gt;-We went to Stowe, VT to the Joseph Smith monument and birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;-We also went to Bar Harbor, ME and went sea kayaking! That was a blast! We saw some seals in the water swimming around, one was even following us.&lt;br /&gt;- We went to the Hard Rock Cafe in Boston, so now I have another glass for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got almost everything. It was a great trip, and I had a lot of fun. Thanks Dave for letting su stay with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, school has started. I don't hate it as much as I knew I would, but I don't like it as much as I hoped I would. I already changed my major from Business to Photography. I know.. everyone does photography.. but I absolutely love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8632642736403523050?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8632642736403523050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8632642736403523050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8632642736403523050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8632642736403523050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-suppose-i-should-blog.html' title='I Suppose I Should Blog...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4843605085752038847</id><published>2011-07-28T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T21:53:46.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Pics.. 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Stories and Explanations To Come Later'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dnScwRKLOU/TjH1pLps17I/AAAAAAAAAqI/0ljDY5mQ4Sg/s72-c/002+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-5379767640015866789</id><published>2011-07-24T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:35:36.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and Adjusting</title><content type='html'>It is always so hard to come back from an awesome long vacation and try to get back into the swing of things. I have finally got all my pictures onto my computer, I just need to go through them and weed out the crappy ones!&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a looooooong blog post about our trip to Boston and the surrounding areas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-5379767640015866789?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5379767640015866789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=5379767640015866789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5379767640015866789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5379767640015866789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-and-adjusting.html' title='Back and Adjusting'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7603514008343770135</id><published>2011-06-29T21:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:24:17.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans.</title><content type='html'>I love jeans. I love wearing them. I love after I wash them how tight  they are. I love different colors of blue. I love seeing them hanging in  my closet. I love looking at them in the store. I love jeans. My most  fav kind are Bullheads, which are sold at PacSun. They. Rock. Our new  fav store to shop at is Ross. They have some really good clothes for  really good prices. Mike has gotten a few belts, some nice work pants,  shirts, socks, etc. Today we went to Ross. I got two shirts for work. I  also browsed the junior jeans section. And there they were. The most  awesome jeans I have ever seen. For only $10.99. How could I pass this  up?! I whisked them away to the dressing room in a frenzy, unaware of  the people around me. In the privacy of the dressing room I slid those  sleek little babies on, looked in the mirror and said "I look hot." And  that was that. I had to get them. We were BFF's from first glance. I  can't wait to show them off. I put them on as soon as I got home and  haven't taken them off since. If there were multiple pairs of these  jeans, I would've gotten multiple pairs. Thats how awesome they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7603514008343770135?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7603514008343770135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7603514008343770135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7603514008343770135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7603514008343770135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/06/jeans.html' title='Jeans.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2854302565023391688</id><published>2011-06-28T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:37:11.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-fyackP5XI/TgpXLFa5iAI/AAAAAAAAAos/fXwLGtseM3Y/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-fyackP5XI/TgpXLFa5iAI/AAAAAAAAAos/fXwLGtseM3Y/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/-8CxUywKdQDQ/TgpXOiLK5dI/AAAAAAAAAow/QAFA30fyMgo/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CxUywKdQDQ/TgpXOiLK5dI/AAAAAAAAAow/QAFA30fyMgo/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/-ofKb9GIxCVQ/TgpXP3WLvPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/qaFZamr6kl8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofKb9GIxCVQ/TgpXP3WLvPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/qaFZamr6kl8/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/-GHaYPqOSvWA/TgpXQ0Z_c1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/QDrP696OaQU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHaYPqOSvWA/TgpXQ0Z_c1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/QDrP696OaQU/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/-ulk7dBQ0veY/TgpXSO611CI/AAAAAAAAAo8/aHwNc3E5jAQ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulk7dBQ0veY/TgpXSO611CI/AAAAAAAAAo8/aHwNc3E5jAQ/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it looks pretty good for my first project! As you can see I still need to re-clean the mirror part off. It matches the fireplace so I think it ties the room together nice and its a fun color!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2854302565023391688?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2854302565023391688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2854302565023391688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2854302565023391688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2854302565023391688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/06/project.html' title='Project'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-fyackP5XI/TgpXLFa5iAI/AAAAAAAAAos/fXwLGtseM3Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6464352480959264509</id><published>2011-06-18T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:11:33.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goblin Valley and Little Wild Horse Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_blM6ovv_E/Tf0dHz_JfoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/UTBBoQzQIWg/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_blM6ovv_E/Tf0dHz_JfoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/UTBBoQzQIWg/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Packed and ready to go! 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unYnvf3TywI/Te7CUd-WnZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hCZf3WEbsZY/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the zoo. Ever since Mike and I got married I have asked and asked when we could go to the zoo. We finally went with Mike's family and it was so fun! Mike even got us a zoo pass so we can go whenever we want in the winter. We had so much fun! It was a very nice day which made it even better. The giraffe kept licking the pole.. what a weirdy! Haha! I liked the baby elephant and saw some baby lemurs which were super cute. I really enjoyed hanging out with the family and watching the kids have fun. Can't wait to go again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8504219546836361440?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8504219546836361440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8504219546836361440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8504219546836361440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8504219546836361440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/06/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-me5bHAgyLVA/Te7BpJrHggI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_9bZDX41hkg/s72-c/IMG_2176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-222111880389132709</id><published>2011-05-22T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:05:13.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Blog About</title><content type='html'>Well, I really don't have anything to blog about. A few minor things have happened since I blogged last. We got our garden planted!! A shout out to Travis in our ward. He came over and helped Mike multiple times to get a sweet sprinkling system for our garden going and to also till the garden and make the garden area bigger. This year we are planting: cherry tomatoes, roma tomatoes, beefsteak tomatoes, banana peppers, red green and yellow bell peppers, jalapenos and anaheims. We also did some broccoli, zucchini, corn, cantaloupe, watermelon, honeydew, and lettuce. We are also gong to do some onion and I am growing cilantro and chives in my windowsill. I got all my flowers planted that my grandma gave me!!! I am so excited for them to grow and bloom! Hopefully one day I will have a garden as beautiful as my grandmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won some U2 tix on the radio! I sold my ones I had previously for a little more than I had originally bought them for and now I have free tickets for Mike and I AND passes to a tailgate BBQ party before the concert! Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles got fixed yesterday. She has been kinda mopey, but she is doing good. I need to post pics of her. She is getting so big!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I took a placement test to see what classes I need to take when I go back to school. I am going to be starting at SLCC in the fall. I did good with the English and I will start out in English 1010. Math I totally bombed! I really hate math and am no good at it! Even with studying beforehand I bombed it. I guess I need to study more and retake, because I don't want to take tons of math classes! I have taken math 1050 I believe in high school so hopefully I can test into that and not have to backtrack much further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The other day I got a SWEET deal on some Dr Martin sandals. We found them at a thrift store and they looked BRAND new! I couldn't pass that deal up for $2.66! Woot! Of course I clorox wiped them real good and I wore them to church today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of good news.. Mike got to switch his schedule at work so now he will also be working 7-3:30 Monday through Friday! That will give him an extra hour of sleep in the mornings and we get to have the WHOLE weekend together now! YEEEAHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have countdowns going for a bunch of trips this year! The U2 concert is in 2 days! We are going to Goblin Valley with Mike's dad in June! And in July we will be going to visit Mike's brother Dave in BOSTON! I am super super SUPER excited to go to Boston, and we will be there for my fav holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ever really been into sports and I decided this year I would really try to get interested in baseball since its Mike's fav, and its been fun!&amp;nbsp; We have enjoyed watching some games and Mike enjoys answering my many questions and puts up with me when I say some rules are dumb. I think I can do this baseball thing! He better not ever expect football or anything else though! This is it! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a really fun summer planned, and I am excited for our veggies and flowers to start doin' their thang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-222111880389132709?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/222111880389132709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=222111880389132709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/222111880389132709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/222111880389132709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-to-blog-about.html' title='Nothing to Blog About'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6385483156591216406</id><published>2011-04-19T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:36:35.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty but weird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So these flowers are so pretty! I love the yellow and red. But, they didn't grow UP at all. Just kind of bloomed on the ground. And there are a few flowers all bunched together on one plant! The most I have together is 4!&lt;/span&gt; Crazy!!&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/-XlGbfSboiVg/Ta5GJ2GRhAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WI83wJk8Z0g/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlGbfSboiVg/Ta5GJ2GRhAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WI83wJk8Z0g/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&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/-D9U17FM_v_Y/Ta5GLG_K6TI/AAAAAAAAAko/NbzwoK51kxI/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9U17FM_v_Y/Ta5GLG_K6TI/AAAAAAAAAko/NbzwoK51kxI/s320/002.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/7685397371238947914-6385483156591216406?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6385483156591216406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=6385483156591216406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6385483156591216406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6385483156591216406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/pretty-but-weird.html' title='Pretty but weird!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlGbfSboiVg/Ta5GJ2GRhAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WI83wJk8Z0g/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4574571006344048882</id><published>2011-04-18T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:36:40.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Have Bloomed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tDNwLMECvA/Taz05QjJt7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/vUn_4xrZgDY/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tDNwLMECvA/Taz05QjJt7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/vUn_4xrZgDY/s320/019.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of them have finally bloomed! I have waited soooo long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4574571006344048882?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4574571006344048882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4574571006344048882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4574571006344048882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4574571006344048882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/they-have-bloomed.html' title='They Have Bloomed!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqFrMxSFtFo/Taz0pKb-gzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PC9WaIxDCeM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3415065363613964433</id><published>2011-04-14T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:19:42.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>I love spring. I love the leaves coming out on the trees and the sound of the birds. I love the grass turning green and going on walks. I love going to the park with my boo and throwing around a football or softball. I especially love the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing I don't like about spring... WAITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flowers are SOOOO close to blooming, and I can't take the waiting! Every day I get home and just hope that they are finally opening, but they still haven't! I hate waiting for my flowers to bloom! I wish they would just bloom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3415065363613964433?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3415065363613964433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3415065363613964433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3415065363613964433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3415065363613964433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1219048461094135709</id><published>2011-04-05T15:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:13:41.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch and a Mike-ism</title><content type='html'>Monday is Mike's day off. And I work. Well, yesterday Mike decided to be super super sweet and took me to Cafe Rio during my lunch break at work! He is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike-ism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: You've taught me a lot of stuff since we've been married.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: You taught me about periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1219048461094135709?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1219048461094135709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1219048461094135709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1219048461094135709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1219048461094135709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/lunch-and-mike-ism.html' title='Lunch and a Mike-ism'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1905679136297958138</id><published>2011-04-03T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:19:53.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>With the spring coming I have been thinking about our dogs and what fun things we would be able to do with them this summer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tweeg&lt;/span&gt; would've been big enough to take to Goblin Valley in June and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Evolv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; stayed back and played with cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rigby&lt;/span&gt;. Waffles is so fun and cute but sometimes I just miss my other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles does things that remind me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tweeg&lt;/span&gt; sometimes. When I take her on her walk every day sometimes she looks up at me and walks a few feet staring up at me with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tweeg&lt;/span&gt; used to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed last night and Waffles absolutely loves the snow. We have a bell hanging up and she rings it when she needs to go out and she has rung that bell a lot today to just go outside and play in the snow! Mike just barely asked me if I could see what she was doing outside by the neighbors fence. I got up and looked out the window.. she had Mike's shoe in the snow and was shaking it all over and loving the laces! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! I told him and he stuck his head out the door and told her "No! Bring it back!" I told him "she doesn't know bring it back yet" so he had to go out and get his shoe. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time Waffles peed on Mike's arm. We had fallen asleep watching TV late one night and she was cuddled up against Mike. All of a sudden, Mike jumped up, and said "Ah Waffles you gotta be kidding me!" His whole arm of his t-shirt was soaked! I thought it was really funny and I didn't even mind cleaning the pee up off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles is so fun. We love having her and we are hoping she stays around for a lot longer than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tweegy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Evolv&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1905679136297958138?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1905679136297958138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1905679136297958138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1905679136297958138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1905679136297958138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7564743224098526338</id><published>2011-03-29T20:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:58:46.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p03l4gX-S6o/TZKcWhTgbHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Hf9AaBY0l_I/s1600/513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p03l4gX-S6o/TZKcWhTgbHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Hf9AaBY0l_I/s320/513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589701998231448690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ_600UpyvY/TZKcWWvY-2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/CP7_GNSfW6A/s1600/512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ_600UpyvY/TZKcWWvY-2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/CP7_GNSfW6A/s320/512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589701995395611490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdTR0EqG0cY/TZKcVyNFTzI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2ZgdnC2WhBw/s1600/511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdTR0EqG0cY/TZKcVyNFTzI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2ZgdnC2WhBw/s320/511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589701985588039474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZSNr_ANebw/TZKcVYuvZaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yClB1br7Ro4/s1600/489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZSNr_ANebw/TZKcVYuvZaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yClB1br7Ro4/s320/489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589701978749887906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izCWv1Troak/TZKcVJoe5VI/AAAAAAAAAjk/g4xa30XxiD8/s1600/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izCWv1Troak/TZKcVJoe5VI/AAAAAAAAAjk/g4xa30XxiD8/s320/484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589701974697108818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7564743224098526338?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7564743224098526338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7564743224098526338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7564743224098526338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7564743224098526338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p03l4gX-S6o/TZKcWhTgbHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Hf9AaBY0l_I/s72-c/513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-385012447318130777</id><published>2011-03-29T20:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:29:37.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rug</title><content type='html'>I finally got a new rug by the front door! We have had the same rug that  was in the house when we moved in. It was falling apart and dirty, but  we didn't have anything else to put there. tonight we were at Lowe's and  I got a new rug! It doesn't match as well as I thought it would.. but I  don't care! Its new! Its clean! Its foreign germ free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVwUETe7uQ/TZKUgRqhffI/AAAAAAAAAi0/0bPyoLiqo5E/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVwUETe7uQ/TZKUgRqhffI/AAAAAAAAAi0/0bPyoLiqo5E/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589693369738690034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning I looked outside and saw some branches.. with water droplets. Here are a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8G5Lo8G-_B8/TZKUh7eVXcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/pXBwpiDdeHo/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8G5Lo8G-_B8/TZKUh7eVXcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/pXBwpiDdeHo/s320/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589693398141722050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSF_pvM1Rso/TZKUh7c4hNI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Ng_qmqKYwb8/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSF_pvM1Rso/TZKUh7c4hNI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Ng_qmqKYwb8/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589693398135637202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles does not like baths.. probably cuz they make her looks soooo tiny. If she would just stop pooping in her kennel she wouldn't need so many baths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqh5mgSKKT4/TZKUg2XFHZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FmJdViH8yYs/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqh5mgSKKT4/TZKUg2XFHZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FmJdViH8yYs/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589693379589250450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago we had a beautiful full moon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtwqK8uOdFI/TZKUgnWSA-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/cwdPcO-q4Bo/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtwqK8uOdFI/TZKUgnWSA-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/cwdPcO-q4Bo/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589693375559369698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-385012447318130777?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/385012447318130777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=385012447318130777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/385012447318130777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/385012447318130777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/rug.html' title='Rug'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVwUETe7uQ/TZKUgRqhffI/AAAAAAAAAi0/0bPyoLiqo5E/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4575230932016827443</id><published>2011-03-27T13:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:46:38.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop.</title><content type='html'>My. Dog. Has. POOPED. Almost. Every. Day. In. Her. Kennel. Since. We. Got. Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely horrible. I can understand since she is still a puppy and can't hold it for a whole work day but I absolutely hate coming home to a stinky poopy smelling house. I hope her poop schedule changes soon so we don't have to keep washing out her kennel, giving her so many baths, and I don't come home take one breath in and I want to puke. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new blog site I am trying out and so far I really like it! I'll be blogging on both of them for a while and then I will decide which I like better and I will stay with Blogspot or switch over to Tumblr. My url for that one is:  http://happyem.tumblr.com/  so feel free to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I tried a plantain today. We bought it the other day while we were at the store just to try it. Mike took one bite and spit it out. I thought it was pretty good and it was a lot like a banana. I like bananas better though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4575230932016827443?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4575230932016827443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4575230932016827443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4575230932016827443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4575230932016827443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/poop.html' title='Poop.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4956964110655412018</id><published>2011-03-26T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:51:46.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ENT and March Madness</title><content type='html'>I went back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; and he said my ears are looking really good. I made an appointment 2 months from now in May to do a check up on them. He cleaned my ears out and said there was nothing in there but a little wax and moisture. He then had me take a hearing test because he was concerned with all my ear problems I have had that I may have lost some hearing. I took a hearing test and my results came back normal! The doctor was happy about that one and said if I had any other ear problems in the future and lost some of my hearing because of that, it would be a very good chance that they could restore my hearing or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles is being cute, and she is fun. She is very self content a lot of the time and will lay on the couch with us during a move and just sit quietly playing with her toys. One of my favorite things to do already is to sit on one side of the room and have Mike on the other and roll a softball between us. She goes nuts chasing it back and forth! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost made it through March Madness and I can't wait till its over!! And then Mike will start counting down till next year. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4956964110655412018?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4956964110655412018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4956964110655412018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4956964110655412018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4956964110655412018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/ent-and-march-madness.html' title='ENT and March Madness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4531813979176756301</id><published>2011-03-19T20:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:30:54.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffles</title><content type='html'>Well, we are trying the dog thing again. Hopefully this one will have a better outcome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwP_jby16Ho/TYVmt4IjdDI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pb8LNnbKhxw/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwP_jby16Ho/TYVmt4IjdDI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pb8LNnbKhxw/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585983851171378226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlM3K4nzf1M/TYVmtuezN3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Xe77lJwLmAk/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlM3K4nzf1M/TYVmtuezN3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Xe77lJwLmAk/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585983848580331378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsT7C7VO3Lo/TYVmtb9-1YI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Pty7wjtLmSw/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsT7C7VO3Lo/TYVmtb9-1YI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Pty7wjtLmSw/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585983843610842498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUl0Ul126o4/TYVmtJYTIgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VicoS8wgXJ0/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUl0Ul126o4/TYVmtJYTIgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VicoS8wgXJ0/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585983838620951042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azE4GkTU_FY/TYVmsy-aHwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dp3D-a7y2dM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azE4GkTU_FY/TYVmsy-aHwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dp3D-a7y2dM/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585983832606777090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4531813979176756301?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4531813979176756301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4531813979176756301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4531813979176756301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4531813979176756301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/waffles.html' title='Waffles'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwP_jby16Ho/TYVmt4IjdDI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pb8LNnbKhxw/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1414290814801331168</id><published>2011-03-16T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:06:41.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready To Be Disgusted,,,</title><content type='html'>I had another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; appointment. Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My ears have been clearing up nicely, but I never get my hopes up too high with the well being of my ears. They still itch and scratch. Anyway. I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, he said my ears are looking a lot better, but still very dry and red. Last time he told my my nose is very dry as well. I'm not sure if this is due to the winter or just being in Utah but I also know my legs are very dry a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleaned out my ears with the little vacuum thing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;) and I got dizzy and felt like throwing up (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;) and the stuff in my ears plugged his little vacuum tube thing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;). Last time he took a culture of the stuff that was in my ears and he had the results to show me this time. He told me that I had a lot of bacteria in my ears (but not fungus! Thank goodness the other doctor was wrong) he told me that my ears are ideal for bacteria and things since my canals are smaller so ear wax, dead skin, and other things have a hard time exiting my ear thus making it a warm, damp, cozy place for bacteria. Do you want to know what kind of bacteria is in there? Do ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the gross part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said there was some E-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coli&lt;/span&gt; in my ears. And also a lot of Staph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like asking him to lop my ears off right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He then showed me a list of medicines and other things that the lab people tested this stuff with so he knows exactly what things to give me to get rid of my infection/bacteria/gross stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears are feeling better, but they still itch and have some stuff in them. Hopefully they will get all the way better soon and will be better forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1414290814801331168?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1414290814801331168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1414290814801331168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1414290814801331168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1414290814801331168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-ready-to-be-disgusted.html' title='Get Ready To Be Disgusted,,,'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8174407067125384578</id><published>2011-03-07T19:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:47:04.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm...</title><content type='html'>Chocolate strawberries you are so good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;You are such a yummy treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made some chocolate strawberries and they are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; today. I liked this doctor better. He is nice and he explains things and I like him better than the old one. Mike was nice enough to come along for my appointment. The doctor gave me a prescription of ear drops (ugh) and cleaned out my ears. I hate getting my ears cleaned out. It makes me dizzy and makes me feel really sick to my stomach. Anyway, he seemed like he was willing to get rid of my ear problem once and for all instead of like previous docs that would give me ear drops and send me on my way saying it would cure whatever is wrong. He also took a culture or whatever to see if there is anything unusual in my ears that keeps causing this infection to come back. Even though I've been to a bunch of doctors and had the same results I'm hopeful that this will work and I won't have problem anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or two ago I messed up Mike's hair. I was shaving the sides and we usually do a number 2 on the sides. Mike was sitting in the chair and was making me laugh with all the funny stuff he was saying. I set down the #2 guard and the shaver. I just picked up the shaver. I forgot to put the guard on. So I started shaving his head.. I made one strip and pulled the shaver away and I felt so bad! I told him I messed up and Mike just laughed and said well you have to keep going, you can't leave it like that. So for a few days he had an extreme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;. A few days later we cut the top down too so it didn't look too bad. Now it looks like he just has normal short hair. For a few days though, he had a pretty nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8174407067125384578?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8174407067125384578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8174407067125384578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8174407067125384578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8174407067125384578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/mmmmm.html' title='Mmmmm...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4051251366437607620</id><published>2011-02-28T14:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:43:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts Of a 21 Year Old</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it. I like Justin Bieber's music. I think he is a  talented kid, and I'll be the first to turn up the radio when he comes  on. I just got done listening to "Baby" and "One Less Lonely Girl".  Bieber Fever? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Less Than Jake concert a  week ago. It was really fun. I even knew some of the songs. Mike almost  lost his voice. It was a fun concert to go to, and it was fun to go with  my man. I can't wait till the U2 concert. At the end of the concert the  bass player threw out the guitar pics that he and the guitarists used.  One of them got thrown right by us and landed on the ground. Three guys  dove after it and were scrambling to get it on the ground.. but no one  got it. It could not be found. After they stood up, I kept my eyes  peeled for it on the ground. Some guy lifted up his foot a little and I  saw it. I didn't waste any time. I went over to him, said "Move!" and  gave him a little shove. And grabbed the pic. YEEEAAAH!!! I gave it to  Mike since its his fav band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we tried to make ribs. They lit on fire on the grill. Twice. There were still some good bites though. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  spare bedroom (AKA the Manny Man-crush Room) is officially done, hats  and all. Here are some pics of my wonderful work. I will never paint  diagonal stripes on walls ever again. Those are all of Mike's hats.. Well, almost all of them. There are some that aren't in the pics. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvkEheZioaY/TWwT-3E3GgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TBI70Dp5wBM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvkEheZioaY/TWwT-3E3GgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TBI70Dp5wBM/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578856009062357506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEIZfUocO9Q/TWwT-ZoVmxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pkBE1iCzacA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEIZfUocO9Q/TWwT-ZoVmxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pkBE1iCzacA/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578856001158093586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxXxhELaShE/TWwT9_NmYaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/CpSGmXpo-s4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxXxhELaShE/TWwT9_NmYaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/CpSGmXpo-s4/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578855994066624930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for it to be spring. I can't wait for my flowers to come up so I can take pictures. I am excited for hiking and our trip to Boston, but I am especially excited for ROCK CLIMBING.&lt;br /&gt;I love rock climbing. I haven't been since we got married, which is sad. But we didn't have money for gear and didn't have money for a gym membership. But now we've got some spare money to get the rest of the gear we need for an awesome rock climbing summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PsVo31NQPI/TWwVzIhRO2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/FpVFFAT1t5k/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PsVo31NQPI/TWwVzIhRO2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/FpVFFAT1t5k/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578858006609738594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7xgrc7ONQ/TWwVzpijAvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8JkGr4cAQk0/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7xgrc7ONQ/TWwVzpijAvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8JkGr4cAQk0/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578858015473468146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sm_QNry24VA/TWwV0O9qBeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6mpCloffw9M/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sm_QNry24VA/TWwV0O9qBeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6mpCloffw9M/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578858025519285730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6aT9WJrWSg/TWwV0pv19rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KoTWsHo9OvY/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6aT9WJrWSg/TWwV0pv19rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KoTWsHo9OvY/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578858032709105330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS everyone that reads my blog that has not given me your email address.. I need it! I'm making my blog a private blog soon and need your email addy to put it on my "acceptable people" list. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4051251366437607620?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4051251366437607620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4051251366437607620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4051251366437607620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4051251366437607620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-of-21-year-old.html' title='The Thoughts Of a 21 Year Old'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvkEheZioaY/TWwT-3E3GgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TBI70Dp5wBM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6704910281566963250</id><published>2011-02-24T19:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:34:10.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I have been debating on this for a while, but I think I am going to make it so my blog is a private blog. My friend at work told me how to look at my blog stats which showed where around the world my blog was being viewed, the frequency it is being viewed, etc and it freaked me out so I am going private! If any of you would like to continue reading my blog please leave a comment, send me an email, write me on FB or send me a texty text with your email address so I can add you to my list of who can see my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty relaxed on who can see my blog as long as I know OF you, so those of you who are readers because of my witty humor and smart comments, or know one of my family members or friends and would like to keep tabs on my hilarious posts and my life, shoot me a comment or an email as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a pain to have to sign in to read blogs, but I am freaked out about being stalked and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-6704910281566963250?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6704910281566963250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=6704910281566963250' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6704910281566963250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6704910281566963250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7412754381544851152</id><published>2011-02-15T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:43:36.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday</title><content type='html'>As you all know, yesterday was Vday, also known as Valentine's Day. but Vday is easier to type so that is what I refer to it as.&lt;br /&gt;This year Vday was awesome and interesting. Mike got me Little Big Planet 2 but gave it to me a week early since I love the first game so much. I got Mike concert tickets to his favorite band, Less Than Jake. There is a story behind that.. here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Mike has liked LTJ for a loooong time. Last time he saw them in concert it was like 10 years ago. So I thought since they have a concert on the 19th it would be a perfect present for him. I ordered the tix and I told him he couldn't look at the credit card online till after Vday. No problem there, he is awesome at not looking. One day we were driving and he mentions he has a friend at work who sometimes can get free concert tix and that he had asked her if she could get tix for LTJ. I started asking "well, are you sure you want to go to that concert?" and trying to hint that he shouldn't try to get tickets. He then said "yeah I'd really like to go, it would be awesome if we could get free ticketts. I wouldn't pay $20-25 per ticket to go see them". Sad. Thats what I had spent. So then I think that I got a horrible Vday present for him so I start tearing up and crying (unfortunately I'm a baby sometimes) and he is like "whats wrong? Ohhh.. that is what you got me for Vday. I just ruined it." Turns out, he really does want to go to the concert, but I got him a video game he's been wanting for a while just in case he was lying about really wanting to go to the concert that I paid $50 for.&lt;br /&gt;Vday morning rolled around and as I was sleeping Mike got up and said that I could sleep a little bit more and he had something to do. I won't ever turn down more sleep. So I slept for about an hour more, and Mike came home and woke me up. He brought me out to the kitchen where he had chocolate milk, doughnuts, chocolate orange sticks, gerber daisies (my fav flower) and a cute note on the white board waiting for me. It was super cute and really thoughtful of him. The doughnuts were delicious. We went out to Applebee's for dinner and had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's for the mushy part about my Valentine!&lt;br /&gt;Mike is awesome. I wish I had a better word for it. Hmmm... Amazing, handsome, thoughtful, funny... you get the idea. We've been married for a year and a half now and I wouldn't trade it for anything. He's my best friend and he always knows what I need whether its a hug and a kiss or a funny joke and a laugh. He gets me and he has always been there for me when I need him. He spoils me and takes me on really fun trips. He is adventurous and outgoing. He is super smart and talented. He can also juggle. I wish I could juggle. He is the love of my life, and I am so happy that we get to be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mike!! Thanks for being my Valentine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7412754381544851152?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7412754381544851152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7412754381544851152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7412754381544851152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7412754381544851152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/vday.html' title='Vday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2622698115389278080</id><published>2011-02-08T20:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:27:09.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, Papa Johns had a special going with the Super Bowl. February 7-9 you can get a cheese pizza at regular price with 7 free toppings (since that was the number of touchdowns at the Super Bowl. Mike and I decided to take advantage of that deal (even though the pizza is severely overpriced.. seriously $10 for a cheese pizza?! Get real.) and we decided to order it online because you can say when you want to pick it up. So we decided on our 7 toppings and I tried to check out but it made me register. Ugh. So I registered and then checked out. After that we went to the church and Mike played church ball. After church ball we went and picked the pizza up. I got the pizza and brought it out to the car. IT smelled so delicious. I couldn't look at it cuz if I looked, I would start eating the toppings. So I did not look even though I was SOOOO hungry and it smelled SOOOO good! WE had to put gas in the car and then we headed home. Upon arriving at home I put the pizza on the table and went to wash my hands. As I did so Mike opened the pizza box and said "its just cheese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REWIND. WHAT?!! JUST CHEESE?! I WAS STARVING I DIDN'T WANT JUST CHEESE! Plus I wasn't going to pay 11 something for a cheese pizza.&lt;br /&gt;So I called Papa Johns. I talked to a nice girl who told me that my order came through as a cheese pizza. Then I told her I put these toppings on. She put me on hold and I got handed to the manager. The manager told me that my order was just cheese and by this time I was starving so I told her EXACTLY what I put on my pizza. After that she told me I could come in and switch my pizza out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Papa Johns for making an incorrect pizza.. but then correcting it and kinda giving me a hard time about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2622698115389278080?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2622698115389278080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2622698115389278080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2622698115389278080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2622698115389278080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza.html' title='Pizza'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6516780658435035442</id><published>2011-01-25T20:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:02:05.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Basketball</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went and watched Mike play church basketball. I really enjoy watching him play sports. I hope he does softball this summer so I can watch him play that too. Anyway, tonight was church basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my beef. I probably can't say any of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm not a mom and don't know how hard it is to take care of your kids but I'm saying it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your going to take your kids to church ball to watch their dad.. make them behave. PAY ATTENTION TO THEM. Just because your girl friends are there does not mean its fine for you to ignore your children, let them swing on curtains, run and SCREAM at the top of their lungs, torture other children OR turn the lights off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was a little on edge because I was really hungry. That is probably it. But I was ready to turn around and give the moms a piece of my mind as they sit there and chat while their kids are driving every little piece of sanity out of me. I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; turned around and said "take care of your children, or I will. Then I would've grabbed those noisy little kids by their arms and said "if that light goes off one more time.. your getting smacked. And you have to go sit out in the cold. PS don't yell."  That probably would've been frowned upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that hard to look at your children and make sure they aren't swinging on the curtains and wen they start screaming to tell them to stop or smack their hand when they turn the light off? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oooohh&lt;/span&gt; I was going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Germs. I hate germs. Mike has to push the shopping cart because of the germs. I have to use a paper towel to open the bathroom door. I use hand sanitizer multiple times a day.  I was sicked out when Mike stuffed his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; and warm up pants under a chair in the the gym. Gross. You know whats worse? After the game he took off his shoes and walked around on the GROSS gym floor in his socks to give the other players high five. At least he didn't have bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending points:&lt;br /&gt;Make your children behave.&lt;br /&gt;Germs are disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-6516780658435035442?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6516780658435035442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=6516780658435035442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6516780658435035442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6516780658435035442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/01/church-basketball.html' title='Church Basketball'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-318978701375116416</id><published>2011-01-22T12:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:55:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Applebee's</title><content type='html'>Last night we went out to eat at Applebee's for date night! The food was yummy, the waiter was very nice. However, the manager is supposed to come and ask how your meal and waiter is doing etc... but she didn't. But thats okay, cuz we got a free $10 gift certificate because she didn't! WAHOO!! We get the 2 for $20 deal when we go there and that means that next time we'll get 2 for $10. Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-318978701375116416?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/318978701375116416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=318978701375116416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/318978701375116416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/318978701375116416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/01/applebees.html' title='Applebee&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7742910850896295505</id><published>2011-01-07T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:45:59.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things of 2010</title><content type='html'>This idea came from my friend Linsday.. she listed things she had done in 2010. I figured I could do a nice 2010 sum up blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Things of 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike and I took a trip to Portland and to Seattle. We went to 2 Mariners games, the Oregon Zoo, went on a few hikes to see beautiful waterfalls, deep sea fishing (which we will never do again after throwing up for 5 hours), saw awesome fireworks and played countless card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I made Mike a t-shirt blanket! My grandma helped me and I took a bunch of his t-shirts and some from when he was littler and I sewed them all together and everything! It is an awesome t-shirt quilt, and very warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mike got a new job at Amex. He was very excited and he has done a lot for his current group. He is very smart and talented, so I am sure next time he wants to promote or move it will be easy for him to find something and get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Halloween we dressed up as rockstars.. and we rocked!! I gave Mike a mohawk and he has been sporting it ever since then. I absolutely love him with a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In March we went to a bunch of March Madness games and filled out brackets. Mike's family came in from Oregon and it was fun to have them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We celebrated our first anniversary! We went to Christopher's which was delicious and we also did sealings at the Bountiful temple. It was a very good anniversary. I got Mike a Nixon watch and I had it engraved on the back and Mike gave me a beautiful glass rectangular block that is engraved. Its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike got a BBQ grill for Christmas!! It was a total surprise and I can't believe I kept it a secret that long! He makes us delicious steak and chicken. I don't even need A1 with the steaks! Mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We lost two great pets in December. It was the saddest day we have had together but taught us a lot about being there for each other and what is important in life. We miss you Tweegy and Evolv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We had Thanksgiving at my parents and went Black Friday shopping with them. We had a lot of fun and got some really good deals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Around the beginning of the year Mike got a letter in the mail from the place that had his student loan. He had a bit of student loans left, but the letter said that since he had such good payment history they would take the debt away! That was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We finished painting our house. I hate painting and so does Mike. That was a struggle to get done! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike got a bulged disc in his back. He is feeling better and it never bothers him. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We sold Mike's old car "The Little Honda that Could". Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We found one of the funniest shows ever.. The Big Bang Theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We logged tons of hours playing video games, watching movies, TV shows, sports, and playing board games, card games and wouldn't trade anything for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about all I can think of for 2010, I can't wait to see what 2011 brings when I have my best friend by my side everyday!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7742910850896295505?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7742910850896295505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7742910850896295505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7742910850896295505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7742910850896295505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-of-2010.html' title='The Things of 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3881343749652601623</id><published>2011-01-01T16:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:01:52.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hymn Book</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday Mike and I witnessed possibly the most awesome, hilarious and shocking moments ever. After sacrament meeting we headed to Sunday School and sat in our usual seats. This lady came in and she is pretty big. She makes really weird comments. If any of you remember my previous blog post about the lady in our ward that told our Sunday School class her secret place to pray is "on the john", its the same lady. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; she walks in and sees one of her friends and goes to sit down by her friend. She sat down on a chair.. but the chair was already occupied by a hymn book. BUT SHE DIDN'T NOTICE!! She sat down ON the hymn book and had NO idea it was there. She sat there the whole hour class and had no idea it was under her. After Sunday School Mike left and I stayed for Relief Society. After Relief Society I waited until she finally got up and I looked...&lt;br /&gt;the hymn book was still there. But it wasn't looking like a normal hymn book anymore. It was compressed down to like half a hymn book from sitting under her weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny story...&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Mike and I went to Cafe Rio. When it was my turn the kid asked what kind of burrito I wanted and I told him. He then asked "black or pinto beans?" I said "both". He looked at me confused and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boff&lt;/span&gt;?" (Like both but with an F sound at the end) and held up the scoop of black beans. I said "No. Both" and he said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ooohhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boff&lt;/span&gt;." And gave me pinto beans. Really?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3881343749652601623?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3881343749652601623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3881343749652601623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3881343749652601623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3881343749652601623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hymn-book.html' title='The Hymn Book'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8769279431444153153</id><published>2010-12-14T17:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:15:36.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeg and  Evolv</title><content type='html'>This is our sad story of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning  (12/12/10) around 9:45 I got out of bed and went to the kitchen cuz I  was going to decorate a cake for Mike's family birthday party which was  happening that night. I looked out the sliding glass door and the dogs  were on the side of the yard. Evolv was on the ground shaking a lot and  Tweeg was standing by him. I yelled for Mike to come look because Evolv  looked like he was having a seizure. He came out and looked and I threw  some shoes on and ran out. Evolv couldn't get up and we has convulsing.  His eyes were locked and he was foaming at the mouth. Tweeg was shaking  and had his tail between his legs. I didn't know if that was cuz he was  scared or if he was getting sick too. I tried to get Tweeg to sit  because he is usually pretty good at sitting, but he wouldn't respond. I  yelled for Mike to get my car out of the driveway so we could take his  car and get the dogs to a vet. I ran inside and got a blanket for Evolv  and Tweeg's leash. We got Tweeg in the backseat and I held Evolv in the  front while Mike drove. We started heading to our normal vet and called  them on the way. Mike told them the dog's symptoms and they said we  needed to go to an emergency vet. We got the address and turned around.  That was very discouraging since we were pretty close to our normal vet  and the emergency vet was clear across town. So we started driving to  the emergency vet. It was a very long and scary drive. I kept petting  Evolv and telling him it would be okay. Tweeg started foaming at his  mouth and started having seizures and was having a hard time standing  up. Even though he was sick he was still worried about his buddy Evolv  and tried to stay close to him. When we were close to the vet Evolv  almost died and stopped breathing for a little bit and his body stopped  shaking and he went limp. I started crying but then he started moving  and gasped for air. We got to the vet soon after that. Mike got out and  got Tweeg out of the back. When Tweeg got out of the car his legs  collapsed and he couldn't walk. Mike picked him up and carried him in.  He told them that I had Evolv outside as I got out of the car and headed  in. A vet met me at the door and took him and rushed him in. Mike and I  went to the desk and they had us fill out Critical Condition paperwork  for the dogs. A lady  came out shortly after and said Evolv was dying  and wanted to know if we wanted them to do CPR. I asked what his chances  were and she said they were pretty good if they started right then. I  told her to go ahead. We went and sat down and started filling out more  paperwork. I got up and went out to the car to grab my phone. When I  came back inside Mike was crying. I asked what was wrong and he told me  Evolv was gone. I only wish that was the worst. They took us back to a  private room with a couch and chair and a tissue box and a phone. And we  waited to hear about our little Tweeg. They asked what we wanted to do  with Evolv's body and we decided we wanted to take it and bury him.  Another nurse came in and told us she would take us to Tweeg. We went in  the back and it was so sad to see him. He was hooked up to IV's and was  still foaming at his mouth. He couldn't move. He had a funnel over his  mouth so he couldn't choke on his dog slobber. His eyes were locked and  he couldn't look at us.His eyes were locked but were still bright and  lively as always. We pet him and cried. Thats all we could do. The head  vet came over and told us he didn't know what got into their systems but  whatever it was caused the seizures and foaming and locked up their  upper respiratory system so it was hard for them to breathe. We asked  what it would cost to treat Tweeg. The doctor said he would put Tweeg in  a 12 hour coma and that would clear out his system. The vet said if we  didn't have discretionary income we should probably put him down. We  asked for a minute with Tweeg. We petted him and told him we loved him  and that we were sorry. The vet came and injected something into his IV  and he slowly left us. It was the saddest thing I have ever seen. Our  poor little puppy Tweeg was gone. I went up to the front desk and  through the tears I put the bill on the credit card. Mike and the  assistant vets loaded the dogs into the back of the Subaru.On my way out  another person there told me "I'm sorry. God bless your heart." What a  sweet lady. On the way home I tried to call my grandma but no one  answered so I called  my mom and told her the dogs were gone and asked  if she thought it was okay if we buried the dogs at my grandma's house.  She said she was sure that was fine. We headed home, grabbed some  clothes, said a prayer and got Mike's cake. We drove up to my grandma  and grandpa's and my grandma and grandpa were waiting for us there with  hugs. We went in the backyard and decided where to bury our poor little  dogs. Mike and grandpa dug the hole. Then we went back up to the car  with the four wheeler and a trailer. Mike and grandpa got the dogs and I  grabbed Evolv's collar. When we got back down to where we were going to  bury them Mike put Evolv's collar on him (Tweeg's was still on). I said  a few words and then grandpa and Mike buried Tweeg and Evolv together.  It was a very hard and sad day with a lot of tears. I can't help but cry  writing this and thinking about our two cute dogs we lost that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  were the best. They were such good friends. Even though Tweeg was sick  too he wouldn't leave Evolv's side. Tweeg was really good at doing his  tricks and he would show them off to anyone. He would sit, lay down,  crawl, and he even would "reach for the sky." He also knew fetch. He was  a very patient dog when it came to getting fed and would wait patiently  for his food while Evolv went wild and got his food first. Anytime we  looked in the backyard they would be laying in the sun together or  playing and jumping on each other. When we left the house or came back  home they would always run to the gate to see us even if it was bad  weather. We were looking forward to the spring where we could take them  on hikes. They were the best of friends and very fun. Tweeg was good at  not jumping up on people and Evolv was working on that. I feel bad I  wasn't able to play with them more because I was allergic and they gave  me hives. They were very good dogs with very good temperaments and very  sweet. I'll miss them very much and the happiness they brought to our  little family. One thing my grandma said that I liked was "they went out  together when the sun was shining."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my dogs  Sunday it was a terrible day.  I will miss them forever and try and  think of the things that I miss most about them.  I will miss feeding  them in the morning and going to work with paw prints on my pants.  I  miss coming home and seeing them paws up on the gate just so excited for  me to come over and pet them and saying hello.  I miss going out at  night and seeing where in the yard they had carried their bowls to so  that I could grab them and take them their food and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  we woke up Sunday morning and Emily called me and I saw Evolv shaking by  our garden I froze and really didn't know what to do.  Seeing him shake  in the car with Emily holding him was terrifying.  When the vet told us  that he was gone my heart sank.  When we were escorted back to Tweeg  and he was laying there uncomfortable it was awful.  Not knowing what  was wrong with him was the worst part.  Talking to the Vet and knowing  that I didn't have the money to save him cause we didn't know what was  wrong just made me sick.  I will never forget holding Tweeg as he took  his last few breaths and just telling him I was sorry.  I felt so  helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeg&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin with all of my memories of you.   I had been telling Emily for awhile that I wanted a dog and one day  while she was still working at Lee's she told me there was an ad up for a  free puppy.  She went and got one and came home with the most adorable  black puppy with white toes and a white spot on his chest.  I already  had his name picked out.  I named him Tweeg after the villain from my  favorite cartoon Teddy Ruxpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When winter came and we were potty  training Tweeg we let him in the backyard to go potty and a few minutes  later I heard a noise on our front screen door.  Tweeg had snuck out  through the gate in the back and had walked around to the front door and  was pawing at it.  It was so cute and we let him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I would do the dishes Tweeg would stand in between my feet and just wanted to be by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took him to obedience class and he learned to sit, come, stay, lay down, and Emily taught him to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  he was sleeping in his Kennel in the basement we would run downstairs  every night and he would follow me and sit right in front of it.  I  would pet him and tell him I Loved him and point to the Kennel and say  Tweeg go to your bed  and he would walk right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I  let Tweeg out when we were shoveling the snow and he wandered off  around some of the neighbors drive ways and eventually across 3600 W to  the park.  After a few more blocks of unsuccessful calling he finally  trapped himself in a corner of two fences and as he tried to get by me I  was able to dive and tackle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so quick and he loved  when he had something and he knew that I wanted it.  He would drop it on  the yard in between his legs and just watch me.  When I would go for it  he would grab it and run around and dodge me.  He was so fast and just  loved playing keep away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Evolv the day before  our anniversary as a friend for Tweeg so that he had someone to play  with while we were at work.  Evolv was so cute with his little spots on  his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeg took awhile to warm up to Evolv and would growl  at him when he would try and eat out of his bowl.  I loved it.  They  soon became best friends and could be found laying with each other in  the yard basking in the sun.  They would play tug of war with sticks and  Evolv would chase Tweeg around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing about  Evolv was that he loved having his belly rubbed Tweeg never really  liked this,  I loved on a summer day sitting on the steps and just  holding my little puppy and rubbing his belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will miss most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  never taught Tweeg to play fetch all of the way sometimes he would get  the ball and bring it back sometimes he would get distracted and he  never quite grasped the concept of bringing it to me and letting go when  I grabbed it.  I never got to take Tweeg and Evolv on hikes or rock  climbing with us where they could just lay in the sun and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  always wanted to teach Tweeg to catch a frisbee.  I miss going out in  the morning and telling them excuse me as they would get in my way while  I got their bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take them on enough walks or and  didn't spend enough time with them.  I never got to say goodbye to Evolv  at least I saw Tweeg walk on Sunday and got to hold him as I said my  last goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't  think I was this attached to them.  I would get frustrated when Tweeg  ruined our garden and didn't always come when I called him.  Sometimes  we couldn't stay the night in Ogden or would have to leave early cause  the dogs needed to be fed and that was annoying sometimes.  Yet I still  loved them and loved when they would be waiting for me at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  also was a wake up call to how fast we can lose things especially those  thing that are so precious and we think that we are going to have  forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeg and Evolv we miss you and we Love you so much.   Thank You for all of the happy memories and smiles that you brought to  our faces.  If I could tell you anything its we Love you and miss you  and we are so sorry that we couldn't do more for you when you needed us  most.  Tweeg I love you and making the choice to say goodbye to you was  one of the hardest things that I have ever done.  Evolv I'm sorry that  we didn't get a chance to say goodbye and that we loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeg-  I was so excited to bring you home. I sent Mike a pic and begged him to  let me bring you home. It was hard for me at first since I was allergic  to you and you kept us up at night. Mike would always get up and take  you potty in the middle of the night so I could stay in bed and thats  one of the first times I learned while we were married that he would be  an awesome dad for our kids. You got so good at doing  your tricks and  you could even catch  the treats in your mouth! You loved to go on walks  and you were so good at loose leash walking and walking right by me.  You wouldn't jump up on me and I really liked that you wouldn't, but you  would jump up on Mike, cuz he loved it and petting you when you would  greet him like that. I hated that you would jump in the garden and  ruined all my bell peppers but it was funny that you only ruined the  bell peppers.. the only thing I was excited for in the garden. You  looked like a deer jumping over the fence. You were so cute when you  were little and I would throw a towel on you and you would freak out. Or  your feet would slip out from under you while you were in the kitchen.  You did not like baths. But it was fun to try to give them to you. We  miss you and love you a lot and won't ever forget your mischievous  personality and the smiles and laughs you gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolv- We were  on the fence about getting  you. You were too cute to not keep though.  We brought you home and Tweeg thought you were interesting. He couldn't  help but keep coming up and sniffing you. You were so scared though! You  would freeze up and let Tweeg smell you. You were so cute and you would  sleep on the step and take naps. You had the cutest spots on your legs.  You never liked walking on a leash and you liked it when we would let  you run free. When you first got out you would get out of our yard and I  found you numerous places. I found you in our neighbors yard, one time  we thought we even lost you and (my favorite) we found you at our other  neighbors while he was washing his car. You were sitting there watching  him and then I walked over and called your name. You got so happy and  ran right over to me and jumped up on me. I won't ever forget how  excited you would get when I came outside, you would jump all the way in  the air and do a circle in the air. You made the cutest sounds and you  loved getting your belly rubbed. You would pee when you got excited. It  was hilarious. We will miss  you so much and are sad we don't get to  train you how to do all the tricks that Tweeg did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to be with you two again.  Please watch over us and know that we are missing you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyWevGIlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MfI3TydEkqo/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyWevGIlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MfI3TydEkqo/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550741902523245138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyV5dctbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9wQpltX4BH0/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyV5dctbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9wQpltX4BH0/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550741892517115314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyVsjUY9I/AAAAAAAAAgc/KUfIziUyPoQ/s1600/042%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyVsjUY9I/AAAAAAAAAgc/KUfIziUyPoQ/s320/042%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550741889052074962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyVWdmSjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4_LOxVkLliw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyVWdmSjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4_LOxVkLliw/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550741883122502194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyU70CvsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WLxo8raZ8FE/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyU70CvsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WLxo8raZ8FE/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550741875968884418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8769279431444153153?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8769279431444153153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8769279431444153153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8769279431444153153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8769279431444153153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/12/tweeg-and-evolv.html' title='Tweeg and  Evolv'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TQgyWevGIlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MfI3TydEkqo/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2799615668109187557</id><published>2010-11-30T17:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:15:31.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis.Gus.Ting!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Mike and I went to the store for a few things. We were going to have spaghetti for dinner and decided to get some french bread. We walked over to the french bread rack and there was someone already there. This man had clothes on like he just got off of work at a mechanic shop, which is fine. But.. as he was browsing through the french bread he was pulling the bread out of the package and looking at it and then putting back. Gross!!! He was TOUCHING the FRENCH BREAD!! Ewwww!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2799615668109187557?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2799615668109187557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2799615668109187557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2799615668109187557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2799615668109187557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/disgusting.html' title='Dis.Gus.Ting!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-73363638509017053</id><published>2010-11-22T19:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:36:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>So today Mike and I decided to go get the oil changed in the Subaru. Mike has Mondays off but I had taken the Subaru to work today. As soon as I got home we left and we went to get the oil changed. We pulled up to the place and there were a lot of cars there. We walked in and the guy at the desk said it would be a while. We really needed the oil changed so we agreed. We headed across the street to Big Lots and walked down to Kmart. We didn't have any cell phone service in Kmart and while we were walking around a voice mail went through to Mike's phone. It was the guy at the oil changing place and he said he may be closing up early and our car was done. Great. So we left in a hurry and walked REALLY fast to the oil changing place. When we got there they were still open. Thank goodness. We walk in and a guy from the garage came in and checked us out. I was worried about this because even though we had a coupon he needed a synthetic oil change or something which is like 70 or 80 dollars! Anyway, the guy that came in from the garage asked what car we had and we told him and then Mike tried to give him the debit card and the guy said "don't worry about it, its on us". Mike and I were both in shock. We asked if he was sure and he said yeah and we walked out smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-73363638509017053?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/73363638509017053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=73363638509017053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/73363638509017053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/73363638509017053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2553921509441411823</id><published>2010-11-21T10:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:52:53.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike and His Back</title><content type='html'>This pas week has been a difficult one. Last Sunday night Mike and I were cooking dinner and messing around. I hip checked Mike and thought nothing of it but then about 30 seconds later he moved a little bit and had a really bad pain in his back. He hurt so bad!! We tried everything from walking around to loosen a possible muscle spasm, ibeprofen, icing and heating, and trying a back massage. He still hurt in every position he was in whether it was laying down, sitting or standing up. We went to bed that night and hoped he would feel better on Monday. On Monday he still hurt and on Tuesday he was hurting but his back was feeling a little better. On Wednesday he hadn't improved much so I talked to a friend at my work who goes to a chiropractor and gave me his chiro's number. I called the chiropractor and told him I needed to get Mike in that day if possible because he was hurting a lot and thought it may be his sciatic nerve. The chiro was really really nice and even though his day  was pretty packed he got us in that evening. We got Mike in and found out he had a bulged disc in his lower back. The chiropractor suggested spinal decompression and an adjustment. So we did both of those and went back Thursday for the same thing. Mike's pain level for his back has been dropping but he is still hurting. He is going back in on Monday and Tuesday. We are really hoping he gets to where he doesn't hurt soon. We have been icing his back a lot and trying to rest him a lot so he is laying down. He has really been working on his posture which should help. We are just hoping it goes away soon and won't bother him anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2553921509441411823?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2553921509441411823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2553921509441411823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2553921509441411823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2553921509441411823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/mike-and-his-back.html' title='Mike and His Back'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1867442423140613278</id><published>2010-11-13T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:48:07.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it. I'm 21. I had a great birthday! Mike woke me up by singing his own version of happy birthday. I opened my presents the night before my birthday so I didn't have to wait till after work Mike got me 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blu&lt;/span&gt; ray movies (National Treasure, Get Smart, and Toy Story 3) and he got me some Little Big Planet doll figure things :) Mike took me out to dinner for Chili's and that night he gave me a letter he wrote to me for my birthday saying why he loved me etc. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute. At work some of my friends decorated my desk, and they decorated it The Office style. It included half inflated balloons, masking tape, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schrute&lt;/span&gt; Bucks and Stanley Nickels. It also had a sign that said "It Is Your Birthday." It was awesome. My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaclyne&lt;/span&gt; brought me a pudding for lunch! It was a really good day. At Chili's I got a free chocolate shake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it was my birthday!! YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1867442423140613278?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1867442423140613278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1867442423140613278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1867442423140613278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1867442423140613278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3017968498265421291</id><published>2010-11-07T01:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:38:56.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>I have no excuse for not blogging. Again. In the last month or two we have made peach jam which turned out delicious, cleaned the whole house including the basement so now we can have company over, went to multiple doctors appointments only to be told nothing is wrong with me, built a dog house, finished painting the house, and a whole bunch of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical stuff first. My outer ear infections are now back and bothering me. I need to go back to an ENT but I don't want to go to the same one. I didn't care for him. I've gotten seven UTI's in the past year so after my seventh it was strongly recommended I go see a urologist. I go see the urologist and he told me that was very unusual and very concerning so he decided I needed to go through various x-rays and have a scope done and tests and stuff. After all the painful stuff the doctor told me he couldn't find anything wrong. Which bothers me because its not cheap to go to all of these tests and appointments so to do all that to be told "oh I can't find anything wrong" makes me mad and makes me feel like I wasted a lot of money and time. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and his dad started building a dog house in the backyard for our dogs. Mike's dad had to leave before it was done, so Fred was kind enough to help Mike fix it. We had Fred over for dinner and it was really fun to see him and play cards. Thanks Steve and Fred!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were invited to go to a Jazz game with my uncle Ben and his girlfriend Natalie. We had a lot of fun!! Thanks Ben and Natalie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished painting our house (its about time) and the spare bedroom was painted a light gray. I painted diagonal stripes on two walls and they are blue and red... the Boston Red Sox colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to post pics of the room and the dog house, but I don't have pics of them on my camera and I am too tired right now to go take some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about making my blog private so only those invited can read it. Those of you that have private vs non private blogs what are the pros and cons of doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3017968498265421291?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3017968498265421291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3017968498265421291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3017968498265421291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3017968498265421291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3515096296899900728</id><published>2010-09-08T20:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:20:51.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time..</title><content type='html'>I have been slacking on the blogging department. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I had a wonderful first anniversary! Mike took the day off so we could spend it together. We went to the Bountiful temple did sealings which was really nice. We ate at Chipotle and then came home and watched The Office (one of our favorite pastimes) and that night we went out to Christophers, which is downtown and it is an amazing steak/ seafood house. Our food was AMAZING!!! I highly recommend it. A few hours before we went I called the restaurant and told them I had a letter for Mike I wanted them to bring out. Soo.. the manager on duty and I planned it. So Mike and I got to the restaurant and when we were seated I asked where the restroom was and followed the manager (who seated us) and then I gave him the letter. So we ate and had fun and at the end they brought me out a bread pudding cake thing with chocolate and raspberry stuff and it was amazing. It even had a sparkler in it :) The manager also came out and told Mike that he took the liberty of making him something and gave him a plate with a lid on it. Mike took the lid off and there was my letter I wrote him. I think he liked it! It was an amazing first anniversary. I gave Mike a Nixon watch and on the back I engraved a message for him. Mike gave me this BEAUTIFUL clear plaque thing and wrote something and had it engraved. It is so pretty and I love what he put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike got me flowers last week, which was so sweet of him. They are beautiful and it was the first time he got me flowers. So its special enough to blog about :) He is a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had a family in our ward over for dinner. They are around Mike's age and have two kids. We made Cafe Rio burritos and had watermelon and brownies and Mike made his famous smoothie. The little boy named Jake (around 2 years old) LOVED the smoothie. He is a cutie. After dinner we were cleaning up and I asked if he was done and he said "Yeah.. Can I have a box?" LOL! He wanted a box for his food haha. Hilarious. It was really fun having them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about all I can think of currently, f I think of anything else that has happened or of importance I will blog about it sooner than 2 weeks after!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3515096296899900728?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3515096296899900728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3515096296899900728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3515096296899900728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3515096296899900728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time.html' title='Long Time..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7508831946294053153</id><published>2010-08-24T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:16:40.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolv</title><content type='html'>We got a new puppy and his name is Evolv. He is so cute! Tweeg really  likes him and they play rally cute together. Tweeg has been more mellow  now that we have Evolv. They are really cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK67Zn2qI/AAAAAAAAAfs/obS8V2AUV4c/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK67Zn2qI/AAAAAAAAAfs/obS8V2AUV4c/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509180989163166370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK6dlzSPI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nVa4ajEu5No/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK6dlzSPI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nVa4ajEu5No/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509180981161183474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK5uwd8gI/AAAAAAAAAfc/yWwousDKPG4/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK5uwd8gI/AAAAAAAAAfc/yWwousDKPG4/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509180968589455874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK5BcJO4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/__gViysuPLE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK5BcJO4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/__gViysuPLE/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509180956424616834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK4NC8QpI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OmnKCiRsdt8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK4NC8QpI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OmnKCiRsdt8/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509180942360265362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7508831946294053153?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7508831946294053153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7508831946294053153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7508831946294053153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7508831946294053153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/evolv.html' title='Evolv'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/THSK67Zn2qI/AAAAAAAAAfs/obS8V2AUV4c/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1225936443766578866</id><published>2010-08-17T20:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:22:18.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQX7biRCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/O3IqT0jeGFM/s1600/003+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQX7biRCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/O3IqT0jeGFM/s320/003+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506583341410960418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my chucks today. Its been a while. Believe it or not I've had these shoes since 9th grade. They still fit and they've seen a lot. They and I are really good friends. Its like that old friend you were best of friends with and over time you don't talk as much and don't spend as much time with them. You get other friends along the way, and things happen in life and you are busy and you just don't have time to be with that friend and they get slid to the back of the closet with the newer friends in front. But that friend still holds a special place in your heart. They are still there for you no matter what. And they are waiting in your closet of friends. Waiting to be reconnected with.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQWL49yVI/AAAAAAAAAes/zwBKaTsefLI/s1600/001+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQWL49yVI/AAAAAAAAAes/zwBKaTsefLI/s320/001+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506583311469627730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And once you reconnect with that friend you think, you are so comfy! Why did I ever let you get pushed to the back of the closet? You may not be the prettiest with your rip on the side, you have the triforce and U2 written on you, and your laces are a dull gray. Some of my other friends are more comfy or nicer looking, are lower rise on my ankle and cleaner and newer, but you have always been there. Just waiting for me to pick you back up and wear  you. Just waiting for me to slip you on and think of all my good memories while wearing you.We had trying times together, the chucks and I. But they made me invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 9th grade we knew how to play Sting and the only reason we didn't dominate is because I didn't have a good throwing arm. We had a mean foot in hacky sack though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10th grade we moved schools but made friends pretty fast. I felt like I was being tugged down a little with my current friends and I jumped with those chucks out of my comfort zone and made new friends. Those shoes remember I did track. They remember when I started developing shin splints and it effected my jumping. Being worn fewer and fewer times my chucks still cheered me on from the sidelines. They remember the next year, jumping and this time running in track and rocking the 400. Those chucks remember when I told my coach at a meet I wanted to compete in the 800 and when he laughed in my face but said I could try. They remember when I crossed the finish line triumphantly in 3rd place out of 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little chucks remember in 12th grade, track starting and losing too much weight at the beginning of the season and picking between my job and track. They remember sitting in my closet a lot while I was off at work or hanging out with my friends, but they always waited for my stories next time my feet slid in them and told them of my life adventures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQWvLiiYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/NE8O0Lpmfn8/s1600/001+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQWvLiiYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/NE8O0Lpmfn8/s320/001+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506583320942774658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They remember when I got accepted to BYU, how surprising and what an awesome opportunity that was. The triforce and U2 now faded but still edgy on the faces of them as time ticked by. Getting packed to head to Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering me on and making me invincible from the closet, I took a leap and jumped across the ravine to the other side out of my comfort zone. I made friends, I went 80's dancing, I did homework, I got way too little sleep, I got awesome at rock climbing, and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were there when I moved back home and took my job back. I still had those shoes the night I was proposed to and they snuck a peek at my ring through the crack in the closet. They used their laces and feelers like insects to hear my story again and again.They remember getting packed up and thrown into a strange new closet and sat there day after day waiting for their turn. Occasionally it came, and it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took those chucks out. I dusted them off looking fondly at their dull laces, their faded faces of U2 and the triforce, and slipped them on. Invincible. I could feel my feet relaying every detail of things going on now to my chucks since the last time I wore them. Once my chucks were caught up they said to me "Emily, I may be old but I do know you've got an awesome life." And I said "Yes, chucks I do. And you've made the journey with me. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They smiled up at me worn, tattered faded and all. I put them in my closet.. until the next time I need to be invincible.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQXMlN4EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/pb2xhwKVXes/s1600/002+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQXMlN4EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/pb2xhwKVXes/s320/002+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506583328835100738" border="0" /&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/7685397371238947914-1225936443766578866?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1225936443766578866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1225936443766578866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1225936443766578866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1225936443766578866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/chucks.html' title='Chucks'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGtQX7biRCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/O3IqT0jeGFM/s72-c/003+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4832140704963601260</id><published>2010-08-16T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:27:37.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden</title><content type='html'>We are getting stuff out of our garden! Its so exciting! We also have another watermelon growing.. which Tweeg will not get to. Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm7AlCqYcI/AAAAAAAAAek/GgqDqdkzc_Y/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm7AlCqYcI/AAAAAAAAAek/GgqDqdkzc_Y/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506137638054814146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm7AcLrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAec/eaTGN8yZsk4/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm7AcLrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAec/eaTGN8yZsk4/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506137635676710898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm6_30ILcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4g8CShQCxd0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm6_30ILcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4g8CShQCxd0/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506137625914256834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm6_B07N_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/U1QKW4Td0WY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm6_B07N_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/U1QKW4Td0WY/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506137611422087154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4832140704963601260?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4832140704963601260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4832140704963601260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4832140704963601260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4832140704963601260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/garden.html' title='Garden'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TGm7AlCqYcI/AAAAAAAAAek/GgqDqdkzc_Y/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1306549525066688732</id><published>2010-08-07T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:06:04.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears, ENTs and Baby Watermelons</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, I finally go into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; about my ears. For you of those that don't know I have had an outer ear infection in both ears for around&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5 years&lt;/span&gt;. I've gone to doctors and they always gave me ear drops saying the ear drops would clear it out. Well, they would work for a while, but then the infection would come back. It isn't super painful, but my ears look disgusting and they are always draining fluids and such. I went to a doctor a few months ago and I told her I had used multiple ear drops and would like another solution but she just gave me ear drops again. But a "different" kind. The "different" kind worked for about a week and a half. And then the infection came back. On Tuesday this week my left ear was really bothering me and hurt. It made me dizzy and I felt sick, so I decided I needed to get into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; soon. I called and they had a spot open the next day with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aoki&lt;/span&gt;. So I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday and told me I had a "very severe, or chronic, outer ear infection. (DUH) and he went on to say I was one of the worst cases he's seen. (Later that day he had to be to an emergency surgery.. they changed my appointment time because of it.. so I was guessing he was a good doctor because he was going to do surgery. Or they thought he was good because he is Japanese or something like that) He then cleaned out my ears with this tiny tube vacuum thing. He got a lot of stuff out of there and I felt kind of bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I guess the stuff in my ears kept clogging it up a little bit. I've had doctors tell me not to clean my ears with q-tips because my ear canals are too small and if I did I would just push stuff back in my ears and damage them so I figured there was just a bunch of wax or something back there. I felt bad I kept clogging his little tube vacuum and to tell the truth I felt pretty gross that whatever was in my ears was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clogging&lt;/span&gt; his little tube vacuum. After, I asked if that was all ear wax or what it was. He said "there was some ear wax, some dead skin, mostly pus."   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WHHHHAAAATTT&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PUS?!&lt;/span&gt; In my EARS?! Que freak out inside of me while he is rambling on about pus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PUS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ewwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Totally grossed out. So, sometimes now I just feel like a giant pus ball is on top of my shoulders. If I knew all that stuff coming out of my ears was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; PUS&lt;/span&gt; I would have gone to see an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; sooner. GROSS. Anyway, he cleaned out my ears and that kinda hurt and he gave me some more ear drops (go figure, even though I said I wanted to do something else since those don't work evidently) and I have to go back and see him next Thursday. Oh yeah, and I can't get my ears wet. So... no swimming even though my Dad's Client Appreciation Pool Party is on Saturday (It was supposed to be Friday the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but the thunder and lightening would not let the party happen) and I also have to shower with cotton balls in my ears. Not comfortable at all. Now I am just hoping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOPING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPING&lt;/span&gt; this will work and I will be rid of my giant pus head and ear infections forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been having nightmares again that wake me up multiple times at night so I don't get good sleep and I'm always waking up with my heart pounding or half crying. I hate it. I hope it will stop soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tweeg&lt;/span&gt; got a watermelon out of our garden. I was so mad. It was bigger than my hand. Dumb dog. So the next day I went to Lowe's and got a chain and anchor to put in our yard so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tweeg&lt;/span&gt; has a 15 feet radius to wander. That worked great.. for a day. Then I woke up this morning and looked out the back window. I thought "where is his collar?" His collar was no where to be found. We still have not found it.So I went and got another one without a clip, so hopefully he will not break free of this one and ruin my other watermelon that is growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1306549525066688732?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1306549525066688732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1306549525066688732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1306549525066688732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1306549525066688732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/ears-ents-and-baby-watermelons.html' title='Ears, ENTs and Baby Watermelons'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1183995928858249075</id><published>2010-07-27T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:17:16.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog.</title><content type='html'>The dog has ruined almost all my pepper plants. We put a fence up so he would not get in. He jumps over it. He tries to eat my strawberries. The two things I was most excited for, and he ruins it. I hate it. Dumb dog. I even made up a rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like you Tweeg you are.&lt;br /&gt;I do not like you in my car.&lt;br /&gt;I do not like you here or there.&lt;br /&gt;I do not like you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like you in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;I will not beg your pardon.&lt;br /&gt;You ruined it and you do not care.&lt;br /&gt;I will not, WILL NOT share my garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1183995928858249075?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1183995928858249075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1183995928858249075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1183995928858249075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1183995928858249075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog.html' title='Dog.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7992139568933717248</id><published>2010-07-11T14:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:01:01.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There...</title><content type='html'>Mike and I have almost reached our one year anniversary on August 21. With it drawing closer each day it is increasingly on my mind more and more. Why? Because I think and over analyze things too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come up with the pros and cons of being married for one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS-&lt;br /&gt;I will have been with the love of my life for 1 year, and have amazing memories and will be looking forward to more.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says the first year is the hardest, and we will have made it through the first year!&lt;br /&gt;We have our routines set up for getting up in the morning, bedtime, meal time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;And more, but I don't feel like typing them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS-&lt;br /&gt;Being married for one year gets closer to the stage where we won't cuddle in bed anymore, when we won't hold hands in public or when we are watching a movie. It gets closer to no more pet names and just being a normal married couple I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going over the pros and cons I think there are more pros than cons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7992139568933717248?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7992139568933717248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7992139568933717248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7992139568933717248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7992139568933717248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-there.html' title='Almost There...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-965746455537037580</id><published>2010-07-08T15:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:11:10.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation.</title><content type='html'>Sadly, our vacation is coming to an end. We have had sooo much fun! Most of my pics from our trip are posted on my Facebook account, but here is a sneak peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY-fxR03AI/AAAAAAAAAeE/n7_P0twTED0/s1600/304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY-fxR03AI/AAAAAAAAAeE/n7_P0twTED0/s320/304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491645511149870082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oneonta Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9pIB4dLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nZ-enfwoPMI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9pIB4dLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nZ-enfwoPMI/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644572364207282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the baseball game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9otQEROI/AAAAAAAAAds/Ygb2XCws1OA/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9otQEROI/AAAAAAAAAds/Ygb2XCws1OA/s320/128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644565175944418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Safeco Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9oI4ZRrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DY1xq65_Lck/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9oI4ZRrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DY1xq65_Lck/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644555412981426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mount Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9n8JtcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/i7DltH8nG2g/s1600/256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY9n8JtcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/i7DltH8nG2g/s320/256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644551995945074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ponytail Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-965746455537037580?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/965746455537037580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=965746455537037580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/965746455537037580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/965746455537037580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/TDY-fxR03AI/AAAAAAAAAeE/n7_P0twTED0/s72-c/304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3074959007328912067</id><published>2010-07-01T18:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:18:27.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Sea Fishing</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday we went deep sea fishing! It was Mike, Mike's brother and dad, two of Mike's friends and me. We had to be there by 6:30 to be on the boat and going at 7. We drove down the night before with Mike's friends, Adam and Sean, and stayed at Adam's dad's beach house. We met Steve and Brandon bright and early in the morning. We got on the boat and Mike and I were REALLY excited! Mike had been looking forward to deep sea fishing for WEEKS!! We took off and started our 45 minute journey to the fishing spot. On the way out of the port we saw two seals! As I sat I started to feel sick, so I just prayed I would make it till the time the boat stopped and I figured I would feel better. The boat finally stopped and we were able to stand up and fish. As soon as I stood up and looked at the water I got really sick... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blech&lt;/span&gt;. I was the first one on the boat to throw up. I stood there for a minute as everyone else started dropping their lines into the water. One guy on the boat came up and asked "Are you going to fish?" I gave him a dirty look like did you not just see me puke? You were right next to me dummy! Steve told him I was sick so the guy just moved on. Mike started reeling in and dropped his line again but then he got sick so I took his pole. I reeled it in and then threw up again. Both Mike and I sat down and sat down the remainder of our 5 hour trip. We both threw up and dry heaved the rest of the time. It was horrible. I don't think we will ever do deep sea fishing again. Poor Mike. I felt so bad because he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited! Oh well. Brandon got sick but he never threw up. He said his iron will held the puke in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. My iron will was no match against the sea. After we got off the boat and sat around for a bit Mike and I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt; Cheese Factory! It was so fun! I will have to post pictures! We saw the cheese makers and how it was packaged and stuff.. it was cool! We also got ice cream. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DELISH&lt;/span&gt;! I got a strawberry cheesecake shake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I are feeling a lot better and our trip has been so much fun except for those five straight hours of dry heaving and puking. I have some pics up on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; already of Mount Hood and some other sights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3074959007328912067?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3074959007328912067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3074959007328912067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3074959007328912067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3074959007328912067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/deep-sea-fishing.html' title='Deep Sea Fishing'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2059069752252120947</id><published>2010-06-25T22:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:00:16.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know how t o start this blog post except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chelle&lt;/span&gt;, you may not want to read it. Its one of those lovey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mushy&lt;/span&gt; gushy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is the best person ever. He is perfect for me. He is laying in bed next to me and all I can do is think of how lucky I am to have him for forever. I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; I get to go to bed with him every night. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to hold him or be held by him every night. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to hold his hand while we drive in the car to the grocery store, or to Ogden, or any of our other adventures. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; enough to be the woman he hugs and kisses when he gets home. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to read scriptures with him every night before bed. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to be the one who tickles him. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to be the one who hides from him to scare him when he comes around the corner. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to make dinners with him. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to take walks with him around the block. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to be the one he tries to make laugh. I am lucky enough to be the one who sees every side of his personality. I wish I could somehow convey with words how much he means to me and how much I love him. I am so lucky. He puts up with me, and he loves me. He probably won't read my blog, but if he does.. I love you Mike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2059069752252120947?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2059069752252120947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2059069752252120947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2059069752252120947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2059069752252120947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/mike.html' title='Mike.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2361897327221347011</id><published>2010-06-24T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:15:45.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>Good news! I applied for a job at Discover.. and got it! I will be off the phones which will be really nice and I will be in the Back Office Support group. I am excited! I will start July 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, right after we get back from our Oregon trip, which I am REALLY excited for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my mom has been gone at girls camp. I hope she is having fun, and I hope Syd is too! I have not been able to call and talk to my mom at all this week, I miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving for Oregon on Saturday... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WHOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! I will be sure to post pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2361897327221347011?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2361897327221347011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2361897327221347011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2361897327221347011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2361897327221347011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8373928754693982151</id><published>2010-06-13T18:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:37:35.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch!</title><content type='html'>This week I had Wednesday off, and Mike was working so I headed up to Ogden to go to lunch with my mom. We went to one of my favorite places.. Kirts!! I got my usual.. A BLT on wheat bread and a chocolate banana shake. Yum! My mom also got a BLT but she got a Reese's shake. We shared some fries. It was delish, with great company. It was really fun to spend some time with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been raining for the past few days, so we haven't had to water the plants. Our garden is doing good, our corn is starting to come up and we have some peppers coming and some tomatoes on our plants already! Our strawberry patch is looking good, but we need to get out there and weed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeg's last dog class is this coming Friday, so we will see if he passes. We had a pretest this last week and he did pretty good except for the stay for 1 minute. It took us a really long time to get us to even get him to stay for 30 seconds, we never got a 1 minute out of him. When we first started trying to teach him stay, he did pretty good and we have tried to work with him on it but he seems to be digressing. So we will see how he does on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Oregon soon, and I am super excited! We will also be going to Seattle, it will be a lot of fun. Not to mention a nice getaway from work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8373928754693982151?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8373928754693982151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8373928754693982151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8373928754693982151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8373928754693982151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/lunch.html' title='Lunch!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8324532452681640822</id><published>2010-05-24T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:51:05.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With or Without You</title><content type='html'>As all of you know, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U2&lt;/span&gt; concert was on June 3rd. As all of you know I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; U2 and was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;excited to go to their concert. As most of you know, &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com/news/title/salt-lake-city-postponement/"&gt;Bono&lt;/a&gt; had emergency back surgery in Munich. The concert is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;postponed&lt;/span&gt;. I was so close. SO close to seeing U2 in &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com/gallery/index/index/galleryID/69"&gt;concert&lt;/a&gt;. I hope its not postponed for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get better soon Bono!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8324532452681640822?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8324532452681640822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8324532452681640822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8324532452681640822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8324532452681640822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or Without You'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-218349337122775615</id><published>2010-05-18T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:20:50.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Dog In The World Award</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like our dog could win the worst dog in the world award. I still don't like him. We are taking him to obedience classes, which have been nice because he is doing a littler better I guess. But sometimes he still just gets up under my skin. I can't stand him. Still. I feel bad cuz I complain to Mike about it sometimes, and then Mike just tells me "well if you hate him, get rid of him." But if I got rid of the dog, Mike would be unhappy. Plus all the money we have "invested" in the dog. I wish he would just be good. I wish he would not jump up and he would always listen when we tell him to sit or to come. I wish he didn't shed. I feel bad for not liking the dog, but I just don't. I try to like him, I go to his classes and I give him treats and I try to teach hum, but I still don't like him. I can't get rid of him because Mike would be so so so sad. And that's not worth it to me. One day maybe we will have a good obedient dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to build a garden. Or, we are trying to dig out a place for a garden. Its super hard work! It rained a lot earlier so the grass and dirt are coming out easier now, but its still super hard! It will be nice when we get all the little plants in. We are planting corn, tomatoes, onions, green, yellow, red, banana and anaheim peppers, strawberries, blueberries, watermelon, lettuce, grapes and cantaloupe. Hopefully it will all fit.. and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been the same lately, I'm not enjoying it at all. They implemented a call tier structure, or they have put in one tier so far. The people on the first tier have like 15 minutes between calls, and the people on my tier are basically back to back calls. Needless to say, I'm not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are some more random facts- I enjoy doing these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- When I wear my hair curly at work my coach calls me "Sassy Pants"&lt;br /&gt;2- I think Mac and Cheese and stuffing are a delicious dinner. That is what we are having tonight. We don't mix them together though.&lt;br /&gt;3- I wear orange scrub pants for my PJ bottoms&lt;br /&gt;4- I am going to the U2 concert on June 3rd, and I CANNOT wait!!&lt;br /&gt;5- Today I had a super long nap with my hubby while the rain was pouring outside. I love falling asleep to the sound of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mike and I needed to buy dirt for our becoming garden. We were at Lowe's and I called my dad asking what kind of dirt. We had 3 bags of potting soil. We have never made a garden. The story goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dad we are building a garden and we are getting dirt. We have 3 huge bags of potting soil. Is that what we want?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Potting soil (chuckles) no you don't want potting soil. You will want a huge bag of peat moss, and some manure, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty dumb when my dad used his "I can't believe you just said that" voice and chuckled at our attempt to pick out soil. Oh well. We have the right stuff, now we just need to put it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all I have to blog about. Until next time.. just remember&lt;br /&gt;"My awesomeness is only exceeded by my humility"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-218349337122775615?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/218349337122775615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=218349337122775615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/218349337122775615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/218349337122775615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/worst-dog-in-world-award.html' title='Worst Dog In The World Award'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1496577725766880282</id><published>2010-04-30T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:05:20.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I blogged. I am exhausted. For the past 3 or so nights I haven't slept good at all. I have nightmares all night and my allergies bug me. So if I'm not waking up cuz my face is itching and I'm uncomfortable I wake up cuz I'm having a horrible dream. Its not fun at all. I'm not sure where all my nightmares are coming from. And they are usually different, but I have had one that is kind of repetitive and I've had it 2 or 3 times in the past week or two. I take an allergy pill in the morning so I don't know if its wearing off by the time  go to bed or what. But I'm only supposed to take one every 24 hours. I hope I get sleep soon. I just tried to take a nap. I slept for a whole measly 20 minutes. This is terrible. And I hate the dreams I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, we are taking Tweeg to his first obedience class tonight! Hopefully he does good and we can get that dog to behave so we can keep him. I told Mike we need a behaved dog or no dog. So we shelled out the money for an obedience class so hopefully it works and we can keep him for Mike's sake. He loves that dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been snowing a little bit down here. I do not like the snow, and all my neighbors tulips look so sad in the morning with the snow on them. :( And when I drive by the birds and quails on the road they are too cold too fly so do their bird walk away from my passing car. Poor little birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1496577725766880282?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1496577725766880282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1496577725766880282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1496577725766880282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1496577725766880282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8946793222037072420</id><published>2010-04-15T11:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:51:38.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring.</title><content type='html'>Today is my day off work and I have to work Saturday. UGH. I am having a really hard time staying motivated at my job. Sometimes its nice to have a break in the middle of the week though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeg is getting big. He is learning he is an outside dog! Hooray! Yesterday was a lovely day so we took him on a walk. It was nice. Mike always holds the leash and yesterday he got Tweeg to go around me and they tangled me up.. twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Big Planet is still awesome. I love that game. I love it even more when Mike plays it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we have been grilling on our grill out back! We would like to get a really nice one eventually but this one works good. Last night we had grilled chicken. May I say that I rock at grilling steaks. Also pork steaks. I learned from my daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great for Mike and I, we have a lot of fun together. He started his new shift of 6-2:30. A bit of an adjustment! He gets up super early and its hard for me to sleep when he is up and walking around. I hope I'll get used to it. With the warm weather we are going to start working on our yard and stuff!! Whoo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the spring. All the flowers are blooming.. its warm!! The tree leaves are coming out- popcorn is coming out on the popcorn trees. I can wear my flip flops, my toes aren't constricted in my shoes. My skin doesn't look so white. And mostly I'm so happy. The spring (and summer) makes me so happy. Driving with my window down and the music blasting cures the worst mood. And I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8946793222037072420?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8946793222037072420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8946793222037072420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8946793222037072420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8946793222037072420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring.html' title='Spring.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1814245413582384924</id><published>2010-04-05T20:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:08:50.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S7qlH5gdxJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ENuIXrXW0_g/s1600/little-big-planet-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S7qlH5gdxJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ENuIXrXW0_g/s320/little-big-planet-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855453627434130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I didn't have a very good day at work. When I got home I got in bed and watched Seinfield. Mike calls me when he gets off and tells me he will be home a little late and he is going to get something. I asked him what it was and he said it was a surprise for me!! I asked for a hint, but he wouldn't give me one so I just had to patiently wait. HE got home and told me to close my eyes and hold out my hands.. so I do and he puts something in my hands and I open my eyes and it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LITTLE BIG PLANET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was so excited! I've been wanting that game for a while, but its been way to expensive. The price finally dropped and Mike got it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs and played it, I invited Mike to play, but he just laid by me and watched :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun! I made my little sack person and he is so cute and its such a fun game! I can't wait till my family comes down so I can show my brothers my little sack person. The best part is you can make him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and move his arms and head and hips and you can change his facial expressions and make him happy or sad or grumpy or afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made one for Mike and his is really cute too. My person was named after Mike's game system so it is Freave 182 and when we made Mike's it named it Freave 182's best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; fwiend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha!! I love that game so much and it is super fun to play. Mike played a little bit and he liked it a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got married we were shopping and I pointed the game out and told him I really wanted that game one day and he told me it looked super lame and we would never get it. LOL! But it got an award like game of the year or something, so I guess that changed his mind. Anyway- Its super fun!! I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Little Big Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Mike!! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1814245413582384924?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1814245413582384924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1814245413582384924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1814245413582384924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1814245413582384924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S7qlH5gdxJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ENuIXrXW0_g/s72-c/little-big-planet-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2213588031003092520</id><published>2010-04-01T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:14:00.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing.</title><content type='html'>Today I don't really have anything to blog about. I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song playing on my blog has been one of my favorites for a long time. I can't remember for how long but I love this song, and I really could listen to it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking how fast life goes by and how things happen that you never expect, but things always turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be married by 20, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Sometimes I get a little down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; a lot of my friends are halfway through school or getting close to the end. And I have taken one semester. But then I think if I would rather be halfway through school, or if I'd rather be married to Mike. I would so much rather be with my love than halfway through school. I'll find some time to do it.. one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being married is hard sometimes. And sometimes we have arguments. But its what we do after the arguments that matter. Mike is the best example of this ever. If we ever get in an argument, afterward he always gives me a hug and tells me he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband gets more good looking everyday. I often wonder how I got so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we finished all the Teddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ruxpin&lt;/span&gt; episodes. Let me tell you, what a cliff hanger. And there are no more episodes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all I have to say for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I hate the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2213588031003092520?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2213588031003092520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2213588031003092520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2213588031003092520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2213588031003092520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing.html' title='Nothing.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-220715083924850108</id><published>2010-03-26T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:57:34.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Stuff</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I figured this is the ideal time to blog, I am stuck between two males on a couch. They are tunneling on "THE GAME". I love how with men its always "did you catch THE GAME?" No need to specify. They are all on the same wavelength and no matter how many games are on, they all know which one is "THE GAME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Mike's family has been in town. Its been fun having them here. March Madness is what they get together for every year and they fill out brackets and its like a huge thing. We went to two games Thursday and we are going to one on Saturday. Its a little weird having a game we always need to be watching, but if everyone else is having fun, I'm having fun. I'm still trying to adjust to the sports mentality that Mike has. Even though we've been married for 7 months and he doesn't watch too many games, its still an adjustment. One thing I hate though.. there is never ever a break from sports. Ever. Baseball, football, basketball. Start over. Just as long as I don't get ignored I'm okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this week has been hard for me and I'm not sure why. I've just been really emotional. I'm always an emotional person, but this week I've been crying a lot and my feelings get hurt super easy and its just weird. I think I'm doing okay now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to start looking for a job again. I don't like my job at all. I especially hate when my TL listens to my calls  and tells me I "need to promote the Brand" and whatever and I just think in the back of my head "why would I ever do that?". Super unorganized at my job and I just don't enjoy it at all. So if anyone hears of any jobs out in the West Valley area that I would be able to do and pays $11.50/hr or more, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. I got off work early, and we all went to AppleBee's! After that, Mike his 2 older brothers, his parents and I all went and did sealings and the Oquirrh (or however it is spelled) Temple. It was the first time I have done that, besides our wedding. It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;We came back and started cleaning the house! Thank you Brenda, Steve and Brandon for helping!! After that, Fred, Janet, Jade and Jasi came over. We ate pizza, played Apples to Apples and Cranium. It was so fun!! Funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were split up into teams and one person on the team had to act like someone. The person was Gandhi. So Jasi and Jade were on a team with Brandon. Jade was acting it out and she said "I'm bald and I'm never going to eat again" and Brandon guessed Britney Spears. LOL! I thought I was going to die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike starts training for his new job on MONDAY! He is so excited! He will do great!! Way to go Mike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got a KitchenAid blender.. YEEEAH! Mike made Orange Julius's.. they were delish. That is his specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about all for now. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-220715083924850108?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/220715083924850108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=220715083924850108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/220715083924850108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/220715083924850108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-some-stuff.html' title='Just Some Stuff'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8719753312254970156</id><published>2010-03-18T16:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:53:59.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball, Dog, Birth Control, Funny Stuff</title><content type='html'>First of all.. my husband is having a three week affair with another woman named March Madness. I can't wait till I have him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Its not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. As you all probably know March Madness has started. And as all of you probably don't know I have hard feelings toward March Madness from last year. What happened you may ask? Let me tell you. Pretty sure KoriAnn remembers. I think I texted her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; during that episode. (And no Mike, I will never let this go. Never) Last year Mike took a trip to Oregon for March Madness from like a Wednesday to a Sunday or something like that. We were dating pretty seriously at the time. So Mike went to Oregon to watch some games and be with his family. Fine. What did he not do his whole trip? He did not call his girlfriend. FOR A WEEK he did not call me. Why? March Madness. I now have hard feelings toward March Madness, and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I am excited to see how I do on my brackets. I filled out 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeg's big thing for a few weeks now is waking up between the hours of 1 AM and 4 AM. I hate it. I keep wondering why did I get that dog. Mike is a big sweetheart, he gets up and lets Tweeg out. Tweeg used to be just fine and everything before, no peeing in his cage or anything, but now he thinks its fun to bark in the middle of the night. Dumb dog. Mike won't let me get a shock collar or Tweeg would have one by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently for birth control I'm on the Nuvaring, and am thinking about switching to the shot. Does anyone have any insight on this? It probably would be more cost effective, but I'm just afraid with the switch that I would get prego or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff. Today I had a guy call in and while I was talking to him about opening an account he asked if he could speak to someone else. So I transferred him to someone else. Apparently I am incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Syd today and we were talking about the different stuff we used to tease Aimee about. (Sorry Aimee!) Anyway- a few things that I find funny. One time we were cleaning the kitchen and said Aimee had a dirty blond hair color. Aimee insisted it was "gold" so the rest of the night Syd and I would try to get a hair or two and said we wanted to take it to the bank so we could get rich.&lt;br /&gt;Another time when we went to the Windrivers we went fishing and Aimee caught a fish and wanted to name it Bob. Well, I thought that was lame, so I renamed the fish Lame Name. We teased her the rest of the day about her fish named Lame Name, Aimee is still a little sour about that one I think. We were a little mean. Sorry Aimee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters are great. I love them both a lot- we have good times!&lt;br /&gt;PS HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIMEE! She is now 18. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has a new position at work! He starts next week. He will still be on the phone but he will be working with prepaid cards I think instead of credit cards. Go Mike! He is really excited to switch departments and have more opportunities to advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I really have anything to blog about, I just figured it was time for an updated blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry. Mike wanted to make curry tonight, but I told him no because last time I tried curry at a Thai restaurant it tasted like the smell of fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny comments from Mike while laying in bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;I said something that spurred this conversation on and the rest goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Mike: I have the heart of a dove.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (giggles) A dove? What its super small or what?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: No, I strive constantly for peace.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Yes. And to occasionally be covered in chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! He makes me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. Wish me luck surviving March Madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8719753312254970156?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8719753312254970156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8719753312254970156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8719753312254970156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8719753312254970156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/basketball-dog-birth-control-funny.html' title='Basketball, Dog, Birth Control, Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8285048334135153248</id><published>2010-03-10T18:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:21:27.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>Hello all! This blog post is going to be 100 things about me. Feel free not to read as it may be a long blog post and some numbers may be rated PG-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I do not like potato chips. Lays, Ruffles, Pringles.. yeah, I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;2-I also do not like root beer, licorice, carrots, oatmeal, coconut, coconut flavored foods, foods with coconut on them or in them, and I do not care for hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;3- My family makes the best salsa ever.&lt;br /&gt;4- They also make the best jams ever. No debate.&lt;br /&gt;5- I am very stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;6- In my opinion the worst food I ever ate was an Almond Joy. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;7- I hate the winter.&lt;br /&gt;8- I love listening to my mom play the piano. She is sooo good at it!&lt;br /&gt;9- The song I love listening to her play most is The Music Box Dancer. I could listen to her play that all day long.&lt;br /&gt;10- My sister Sydney likes my dance to "Some Days Ya Gotta Dance" by the Dixie Chicks.&lt;br /&gt;11- I honestly thought I would never see my husband and I would feel like I was single when we got ESPN. I still see him though and things are going good for now. I just hope it stays this way.&lt;br /&gt;12- I am a very very very jealous person. I don't mean to be.. its just one of my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;13- I can't talk to Mike about his past flings or whatever, even though he is married to me and its in the past, cuz I get jealous. Pathetic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;14- I am nervous that I will skip a number on here.&lt;br /&gt;15- Contrary to popular belief, I do not have a heart of ice and I am not the Ice Queen.&lt;br /&gt;16-I do not like our dog. I don't know why I don't, I just don't. I won't ever like him. I feel bad about it, but thats just how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;17- I do not enjoy my job.&lt;br /&gt;18- Ever since we got married, something changed and now I do not ever want kids.&lt;br /&gt;19- Maybe that will change, but as for now, I am not ever wanting kids.&lt;br /&gt;20- The other day a guy that called in and in the conversation asked if I was Mormon. And I told him yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;21- I wish I was still going to school and was half done by now.&lt;br /&gt;22- I love being married, but sometimes I wish I did more things with my girlfriends when I was single.&lt;br /&gt;23- I think my husband is soooo hot. Especially with facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;24- Sometimes I miss wearing my cute underwear from Victoria's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;25- I love that's what she said jokes.&lt;br /&gt;26- I like playing the guitar, but I'm not very good.&lt;br /&gt;27- I don't have very many hobbies, and as a result I feel like I'm missing a lot of things in life.&lt;br /&gt;28- I like playing Zelda. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;29- I rock climb, and I am good at it.&lt;br /&gt;30- I can be a little cocky at times (see 29), but its just because I really am what I say I am.&lt;br /&gt;31- Watching a lot of TV or playing a lot of video games gives me a really bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;32- I rock at DDR.&lt;br /&gt;33- Three is my favorite number.&lt;br /&gt;34- I usually can't ever decide on what my favorite color is. Its always a draw between pink, blue, orange and green.&lt;br /&gt;35- I love chocolate banana milkshakes. Especially if it is from Kirts.&lt;br /&gt;36- I love Kirts BLT's. They are divine.&lt;br /&gt;37- Cafe Rio is delicious. Whenever I go there I get the same thing. That would be a roast beef burrito, enchilada style, black and pinto beans, mild sauce, and to stay with a cup for water.&lt;br /&gt;38- Whenever the people at Cafe Rio ask me what I want I freak out on the inside, and I forget what I want momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;39- I hate talking to people I don't know on the phone. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;40- I love lovin' my husband.&lt;br /&gt;41- Mike gives me the most yummy kisses. He has super soft, luscious lips and its awesome every time we kiss.&lt;br /&gt;42- Seinfield is one of my favorite shows to watch.&lt;br /&gt;43- I love watching the Office and also How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;44- I have my YW Medallion. (And you don't-- in your face Aimee!)&lt;br /&gt;45- Last year in March I was ignored by my boyfriend for basketball games. He didn't call me his whole entire trip to Oregon. I now have hard feelings for March Madness.&lt;br /&gt;46- Later that year I married that boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;47- The lady I visit teach with gets on my nerves because she calls me too much.&lt;br /&gt;48- I say botato instead of potato.&lt;br /&gt;49- Mike says I over enunciate the letter G if its in the middle of a word, like Wingers and hanger.&lt;br /&gt;50- I love the movie Labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;51- I wish I was a 10.&lt;br /&gt;52- I give freaking awesome birthday presents if I can afford it. Just ask Mike.&lt;br /&gt;53- I'm a very emotional person.&lt;br /&gt;54- My feelings get hurt easily sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;55- I cry easily!&lt;br /&gt;56- I cried at the end of the third LOTR movie.&lt;br /&gt;57- I hate scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;58- I have to fall asleep with the light on and reading my scriptures if I watch a scary movie or hear a really scary story.&lt;br /&gt;59- I like playing Scattergories a lot, even though Mike always wins.&lt;br /&gt;60- I like taking super hot showers.&lt;br /&gt;61- That results in overheating myself and the bathroom steaming up really bad so I can't breathe and I almost pass out.&lt;br /&gt;62- I've never passed out from doing that.&lt;br /&gt;63- I love my ring that Mike got me.&lt;br /&gt;64- I hate not having my toenails painted.&lt;br /&gt;65- I check FB daily.&lt;br /&gt;66- One of my goals was to kiss a black man.&lt;br /&gt;67- I never kissed a black man.&lt;br /&gt;68- I am married so I never will kiss a black man.&lt;br /&gt;69- I've had dreads in my hair before.&lt;br /&gt;70- I loved having dreads but I combed them out for two reasons. 1- I did not want my dad to cut them out. 2- I did not want to get dumped by my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;71- The night my friends and I put dreads in my hair we went to Walmart because my friend Rachel wanted to show me off.&lt;br /&gt;72- Saves the Day is a band I really like.&lt;br /&gt;73- When I pack my lunch I pack the bread with PB on it and I pack the jam or honey separately so the jam or honey doesn't soak into the bread.&lt;br /&gt;74- I wish my boobs were bigger.&lt;br /&gt;75- When I was little I used to drink warm water when I ate ice cream if my mouth got too cold.&lt;br /&gt;76- I still drink warm water when my mouth gets too cold from eating ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;77- When I eat ice cream I put the spoon in my mouth upside down.&lt;br /&gt;78- I hate germs.&lt;br /&gt;79- I usually drink about 32 oz or more of water daily.&lt;br /&gt;80- I hope I don't live in Utah for my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;81- I hate going places by myself.&lt;br /&gt;82- I think public restrooms are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;83- I hate getting the oil in my car changed.&lt;br /&gt;84- I really like playing cards. Especially Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;85- Killer whales are my favorite marine animal and tigers are my favorite land animal.&lt;br /&gt;86- I like the feel of dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;87- My birth control I'm on makes me want to eat Spongebob mac and cheese a lot.&lt;br /&gt;88- I enjoy taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;89- I enjoy going to sporting events, but I do not enjoy watching them on TV.&lt;br /&gt;90- I have the World of Warcraft Game Feul Mountain Dews. Both flavors. They still have not been opened, and I have not tasted them.&lt;br /&gt;91- I collect PEZ dispensers and I think I am in the sixties with them right now.&lt;br /&gt;92- I love to be cuddled, held, hugged, kissed, touched, hand held, etc etc by my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;93- I don't mind loading a dishwasher, but I hate washing pots and pans by hand.&lt;br /&gt;94- I secretly like having small hickeys on my neck that I can cover up with my hair so no one sees.&lt;br /&gt;95- I'm not looking forward to when Mike and I are married long enough that we don't hold hands when we go out, don't cuddle at night, don't kiss as much, etc but I know its coming.&lt;br /&gt;96- Every night I always make sure the last thing I say to Mike is "I love you" so just in case one of us dies then the last words heard and said was I love you.&lt;br /&gt;97- Cantelope makes my throat and lips and mouth itch a lot but I still eat it occasionally because it is so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;98- I want to go to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;99- I like having breakfast for dinner once a week.&lt;br /&gt;100- I have the best husband ever and he is super good at lovin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8285048334135153248?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8285048334135153248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8285048334135153248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8285048334135153248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8285048334135153248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/100-random-facts.html' title='100 Random Facts'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-9108875600228688415</id><published>2010-02-25T21:16:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:32:06.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake.</title><content type='html'>We wanted to make a cake with  these cool new things Mike's aunt Elva got us! It is pretty sweet, I have no clue what it is called though. The problem was.. Mike wanted a vanilla frosting and I wanted chocolate. He is at basketball right now. Little does he know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S4dLbqW0zSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pt-bB0xUBeo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S4dLbqW0zSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pt-bB0xUBeo/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442401613299109154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;VANILLA FROSTING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S4dLcIekDpI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zt3C-waub0A/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S4dLcIekDpI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zt3C-waub0A/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442401621384629906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Joke is on you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vanilla frosting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun eating a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              ENTIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might start calling you Bruce Bogtrotter now ;) Just kidding. Love you!&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/7685397371238947914-9108875600228688415?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9108875600228688415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=9108875600228688415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/9108875600228688415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/9108875600228688415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/cake.html' title='Cake.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S4dLbqW0zSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pt-bB0xUBeo/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7439929746682302322</id><published>2010-02-13T11:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:08:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Week.</title><content type='html'>WARNING: This could possibly turn out to be a post where I complain about almost everything, so feel free not to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Week. It has been a bad week. I can handle a bad day here and there but a bad week is just plain HARD to cope with. I was sick this past weekend, which wasn't fun but I am glad I got better fast so I was able to work on Monday. However.. My poor hubby got sick! I felt pretty bad for him. So I had to take care of him. Which I don't mind doing it but it gets a little hard when I have a lot of other stuff that needs to get done too! The laundry didn't get done, but I got Mike taken care of and he got better pretty quickly so that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this week I found out I was no longer insured. My benefits at work stopped with the beginning of the year. They were supposed to roll over and just keep going into to 2010, but why would they if you are having a bad week? In the next month-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I was planning on going to the doctors to get my ears checked out. If some of you didn't know I've had ear problems for the past few years, and they really hurt a lot sometimes and I can't hear very well out of my left ear. Well, sometime this week my ears started bleeding. Not from the inside of my ears or whatever, so that is good, but they started bleeding from the tops of the ear canal I guess is where it is. They aren't bleeding a lot or anything, just occasionally. And this couldn't happen when I had insurance. Nope. So anyway- to get the insurance fixed. I need to write an appeal, send it to NJ, then they get to review it for up to 90 days and possibly add 30-6o days to that then its not a guarantee that I'll get insurance. So I am like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt; that I'm going to break my leg or something and it will thousands and thousands of dollars. Hopefully it works out soon. It just makes me mad because EVERYONE else in my training class did the EXACT same thing I did and they all have insurance and they are all fine. And instead of HR being like "oh for some reason yours didn't roll over, we will just fix that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; did and the system had a glitch" I have to write an appeal and all of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been the week of tons of bad luck stuff. Just the little tiny things that would happen when its a bad week that wouldn't happen on any other week. Like you never spill your cereal ever except for just this one time or you drop toothpaste on your shirt or you burn yourself straightening your hair or your shower is cold or dumb little things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interjection. I miss my mom. She is in Costa Rica and I have not been able to talk to her all week and I miss her. I love Mike and I love when he hugs me and talks to me about things to make me feel better but there are just very occasional times I just want to talk to my mom and tell her my bad day story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been gone since Thursday night. Well, that is partly a lie. Thursday night he went to play basketball and he gets home after I'm asleep so I don't see him. Friday morning I saw him for like 20 minutes but we are getting ready for work. He left for a camp out right after work so I didn't really get to see him. I went up to Ogden to spend the night at my parents house with my siblings, because I don't like being all alone! So I head up there and Mike's thing was in Ogden so he stopped by to get some food and provisions, so that was nice to see him for just a little bit. I forgot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tweeg's&lt;/span&gt; dog food at my house, so I went to my grandparents house and commandeered some. I hope they were okay with that.. I left a nice little note that rhymed for them. Syd and Aimee and I had fun. Deb came over and we watched Fever Pitch! It was fun. But guess what. My dumb dog kept whining. And when I went downstairs he would bark. And he was in his little cage and I couldn't let him out because he was too hyper plus I did not want him running around my parents house. So I decided I better take the dog home because he would not shut up and I was just sure he would bark all night in the garage in his cage. So, I packed my dumb loud dog in the car and sadly left Ogden. I was looking forward to being with my siblings. But no. The dog wouldn't shut his mouth. I hate that dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a horrible day. I talked to the same senile lady on the phone TWICE. Long day. Mike lost his wedding ring at his work. Thursday night I had an Emily moment and slammed the door and the full size mirror on the back of the door came down and shattered all over our bedroom. 7 years of bad luck. Great. Mike played basketball on Thursday night. Which I really don't mind if he does, but I kinda wanted to be with him that night and play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scattegories&lt;/span&gt; or watch a movie since I wouldn't be seeing him till later Saturday. But no. Why would anything work out the way I want it to in a bad luck week?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of good luck. Mike checked the lost and found at work.. someone turned his ring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never be taking that ring off his finger to wash his hands again. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny quotes of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well sir you can set up an account online at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;discoverbank&lt;/span&gt;.com or you can set one up over the phone."&lt;br /&gt;Sir: "I am just looking around to see what looks most attractive. I'm sure you personally look most attractive, but I'm going to shop around a little more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(while driving in the car with Syd)&lt;br /&gt;Syd: "Does it ever feel like the back of the car isn't there and its just you and the other person and the front of the car?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, because I look at the rear view mirror a lot."&lt;br /&gt;Syd: "To make sure the back of the car is still there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that this next week will be a good one. This week has been pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm sure next week will be extra good to compensate.. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7439929746682302322?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7439929746682302322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7439929746682302322' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7439929746682302322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7439929746682302322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-week.html' title='Bad Week.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4170616545429533000</id><published>2010-01-30T21:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:14:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet, Endearing Husband</title><content type='html'>Here is a conversation Mike and I just had. I thought I was going to die laughing.. when he said what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What, you don't want to kiss me right now? (As I leaned in for another kiss). You used to kiss me a lot more when I was your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Well, we are married now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But that doesn't mean you can't kiss me! You used to say a lot more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet things&lt;/span&gt; to me when we were dating too.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;) I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I wish you would say more sweet things to me now even though we are married. It would be nice, I really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;(I lean in for a hug)&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Mmmm, you smell like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pancakes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pancakes? I do not.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: I was saying something sweet. You miss when I would say sweet stuff to you, I was making a sweet comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4170616545429533000?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4170616545429533000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4170616545429533000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4170616545429533000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4170616545429533000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sweet-endearing-husband.html' title='My Sweet, Endearing Husband'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3678229646203504877</id><published>2010-01-29T19:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:38:05.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Man</title><content type='html'>I was recently on the phone with a man with an accent.. not trying to be racist here, but he had an Indian accent. You know, the people with the names with 36 letters and it consists of 2 vowels and the rest consonants and when they say thank you it sounds like "dank yoou" Anyway.. he gave me a really good quote.. imagine it in the accent, it makes it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "And could I put a POD on the account, or payable on death, just in case me and my wife got dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Got dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3678229646203504877?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3678229646203504877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3678229646203504877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3678229646203504877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3678229646203504877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/indian-man.html' title='Indian Man'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-258351065061800182</id><published>2010-01-21T20:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:55:25.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Carts, System Crashes, Paint and the Dog</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy couple of weeks. The outline of the blog goes as follows. A- Shopping Carts. B- System Crashes. C- Paint and the Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start off with A- Shopping Carts. Mike and I go to the store weekly. Sometimes bi-weekly. We can't stock our fridge with enough milk to last us for more than a week. We need a bigger fridge. Anyway- so we go to the store and I hate toughing the cart. There are so many germs in the store! Mike always gets the cart and pushes it. So I am standing in the store and waiting for Mike to get the cart. Mike comes in the store with the cart and its one of the smaller ones that is normal height but has the basket on top and on bottom. He tells me to sit in it and I tell him no. Then he says something like "oh Em why won't you do it" or something like that so I sit in the cart and he starts running with me in it. Like a full sprint down the cereal aisle. He let go of the cart at one point but grabbed back on, and he screeched to a halt when we came out of the end of the aisle. There was a few people and they were looking at us weird. Oh well. I was pretty embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- I crashed a system at work. The whole West Vally City location could not use that system. And still cannot. I broke it like just over a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Our house is almost all the way painted! Thank you Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lowder&lt;/span&gt; for helping us with all the home projects!! If anyone wants to come visit and see, you are more than welcome to come take a look-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am getting tired and ready for bed, so I will blog on a later date!&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-258351065061800182?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/258351065061800182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=258351065061800182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/258351065061800182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/258351065061800182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-carts-system-crashes-paint-and.html' title='Shopping Carts, System Crashes, Paint and the Dog'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1939633417849275782</id><published>2009-12-19T21:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:06:52.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life in West Valley</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Look at me the blogging slacker finally BLOGGING! I started my new job on November 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm learning a lot and I was on the phone all day today. It wasn't too bad, but I am hoping this is my foot in the door to a better position eventually. That probably won't happen for a while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tweeg&lt;/span&gt; is growing bigger everyday. He is doing really good with going potty outside and he is great at sitting, laying down and coming when we call him. If we take him out he stays right by us. He is doing pretty good, but he still makes me itch and gives me hives and bugs me. Oh well. Mike and I have been VERY productive these past few weeks! We are proud owners of gym memberships now and we go work out almost everyday. Mike looks great! We have our dishwasher in and it is SO NICE! What a luxury. My dad came down and helped us install it last Saturday. Well, guess what. It worked a little. But little did we know that there was not enough power to power the dishwasher. We were SO close to having a working dishwasher, clean dishes, and a sink that wasn't overflowing.. so close! On Wednesday my dad came down with Bill Ross and Sparky Bear helped us with the electrical problem. We appreciated that a lot! Thanks Bill and Dad! Now we have a dishwasher that runs wonderfully, clean dishes and a sink that we can see the bottom of. Mike and I also painted our ugly ugly white fireplace. We painted it green! It looks fantastic! Oh I LOVE it! We are also slowly accomplishing our thank you notes. And I know what you are all thinking.. "you aren't done with those yet? Didn't you get married back in August?" Why yes, we did get married back in August. And I must say, those buggers are definitely hard to accomplish and I can't believe we procrastinated so much and I feel embarrassed sending them out so late. But.. better late than never!! Just so you all know, I have not seen the purple jacket stinky man since that one horrifying Sunday. Mike is still enjoying his calling, they are making snow shoes! He was pretty happy to come home and show me those things. It looks fun. He really has fun with the scouts. At least he seems like he does. I have some more random facts for you all, just because I don't think the last ones were enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always very disappointed when I eat cereal in the morning and I don't have any milk left after I finish the cereal even though when I drink the milk it makes me super cold. And you are probably are wondering can you not pour more milk into the bowl?" No I can't. Because the milk at the end of the cereal is sweetened by all the sugary cereal. If I pour normal milk in, then its just normal milk. Not cereal soaked sugary milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you all didn't know... I absolutely hate the snow. If the snow was a person I would throw up on its lap on purpose and not feel bad about it. I hate the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am driving on the freeway and someone is ticking me off because they are going too slow in the fast lane, or going the exact same speed as the other cars something like that, which irritates me immensely, whenever I finally pass that person I mentally flip them off. That is probably really bad, but come on people, be considerate on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the scare of my life today and slid into a curb when I was going maybe 15 MPH. I tapped my brakes and I started sliding. It was so scary. Wake me when the winter is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a jeans person, and that is the item I LOVE to buy. I LOVE to buy jeans. LOVE it. I love buying Bullhead jean the most. They fit me so good.. and I look SO good. I wish I could have a closet full of jeans. And guess what. I would have the same pair of jeans like 2 or 3 times for every different color and/or style of jeans I had. And I hang my jeans up on hangers in the closet. I love jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care a lot for Christmas music, but there are a select few that I don't think I could ever get sick of. Like Blue Christmas by Elvis. Or the Grinch song. Ya know.. "I wouldn't touch you with a 39 1/2 foot pole!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love counting things. Not multiplying or doing math.. just counting. I love counting train cars. I love keeping tally of how many times a lady laughed unnecessarily and annoyingly in my training class. I love keeping tally of how many times my recent trainer said the word "literally". Just so you know in a 8 1/2 hour day excluding breaks he said it 50 times. I love counting how many tiles are on a ceiling, but I hate counting the dots on the tiles. I just love counting random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Bride is a classic, and it is my all time favorite. I LOVE IT. I used to watch it every night while I was going to sleep until Mike told me I had to stop. Anytime I hear someone quote The Princess Bride they are magically more intelligent and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt; in my eyes. I love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that is all my random facts for now.. tune in next time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; there might be n&lt;br /&gt;more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1939633417849275782?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1939633417849275782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1939633417849275782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1939633417849275782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1939633417849275782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-life-in-west-valley.html' title='Our Life in West Valley'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2821083284885804506</id><published>2009-11-22T12:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:14:48.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.B.O.</title><content type='html'>So today at church after sacrament Mike and I started heading to Gospel Doctrine class. Well , the class was FULL so we headed over to Gospel Essentials. As we walk in, I tell Mike not to sit on the front row. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate sitting on the front row. &lt;/span&gt;So he chooses the back row. Which was totally fine. I was sitting right in front of the vent with my coat on, so the temperature was perfect. But then this gut wrenching, pungent, horrifying smell crept up my nostrils. I had no idea what it was. I kept looking at Mike and he looked just fine, so I thought he might've smelt it but wasn't reacting to be polite. I figured the smell would go away in a few minutes. But the minutes moved on and the smell stayed. Did a baby poop? Did someone puke and the smell remained? What was it?!?! IT WREAKED!! I had to know what it was. I had to. I leaned back a little to see if it was coming from the vent. It wasn't. I leaned over towards Mike to see if the smell was there. It wasn't. I sat back up, and gazed over my right shoulder. And sitting there reverently was a greasy old bag o' bones. With a purple blazer. Cue Seinfeld quote. "&lt;i&gt;Oh, this isn’t even B.O.!  This is beyond B.O.! It’s B.B.O.!&lt;/i&gt;" He was sitting there innocently, like he had no clue that I was about ready to wretch out my guts all over the floor and find some cotton balls to plug my nose with. HOW DID HE NOT KNOW HE SMELLED LIKE THAT? Well, I had to sit the rest of Gospel Essentials reverently, and act like nothing was going on. I kept running over what would I say to the teacher if I rushed out of the class? "Oh, its not your lesson, its the smelly man in the back." or "Sorry I'm leaving your class in such a rush, but I need to go to the ER to get my nostrils surgically removed". Luckily, I was able to control myself and sit the rest of the class. I just leaned over on Mike the whole time. If purple is the symbol of royalty. And if that man's blazer was representing his smell, then it did a royal good job. Well done, sir. Well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2821083284885804506?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2821083284885804506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2821083284885804506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2821083284885804506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2821083284885804506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/bbo.html' title='B.B.O.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3940786623117648548</id><published>2009-11-20T16:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:26:00.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeg!</title><content type='html'>We got a puppy! And we named him Tweeg. He is a mix of: a heeler, border collie, weimaraner and lab. He is a cute puppy and very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclSyiozJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xvtUd_Jp4VI/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclSyiozJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xvtUd_Jp4VI/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406330882416495762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclSvb1luI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ycWzB549piY/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclSvb1luI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ycWzB549piY/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406330881582667490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclSeGo60I/AAAAAAAAAbM/WxY3NZO27SQ/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclSeGo60I/AAAAAAAAAbM/WxY3NZO27SQ/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406330876930353986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclRyAjK2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/ywOZrj27dNQ/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclRyAjK2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/ywOZrj27dNQ/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406330865093651298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclRvw8wAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/olSSAu4NGks/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclRvw8wAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/olSSAu4NGks/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406330864491347970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3940786623117648548?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3940786623117648548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3940786623117648548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3940786623117648548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3940786623117648548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/tweeg.html' title='Tweeg!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SwclSyiozJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xvtUd_Jp4VI/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1615114375472831452</id><published>2009-11-13T14:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:45:48.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattegories</title><content type='html'>Mike and I have a  lot of fun being married. We love playing games and one of the games we love playing most is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scattegories&lt;/span&gt;. This most recent time we played it was particularly fun. Mike is really good at getting the double letters or whatever for more points but this time he took it too far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the letter "A" and one of the things listed was "capitals". I put Annapolis, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; put Anchorage, Alaska. I told him he couldn't put Alaska because it just asked for the capital.. not the state! He said that it counted and he got two points. Well, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; decide who was right so we called Britt.. she also loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scattegories&lt;/span&gt;. So we told her of our problem and she said "Isn't the capital of Alaska, Juno?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! I think we both felt pretty dumb in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Britt and Mike's friend, Adam, we concluded that IF the capital of Alaska was Anchorage, he could only count it as one point. But... in our case.. he counted it as zero because now we know the capital of Alaska is Juno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1615114375472831452?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1615114375472831452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1615114375472831452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1615114375472831452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1615114375472831452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/scattegories.html' title='Scattegories'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7087695780759212268</id><published>2009-11-07T21:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:25:59.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job and Randoms</title><content type='html'>Guess what everyone!! I have found a new job! I will be working at Discover Card in West Valley doing Deposit Products. I get a sweet Monday- Friday day shift so I'll get to see my hubby more often :D Mike and I will be rivals now. How fun. I start the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I have been playing Guitar Hero lately. Mike plays the guitar and I play the drums and boy do we make a great team on that game. We have also been running and eating healthy! Go us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be 2 decades soon. 2 decades. That is kind of going over my head just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to let everyone know that I hate hate HATE the song that says "tonight's gonna be a good night! Tonight's gonna be a good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;night!" I hate it. It gets stuck in my head like it is now. And I HATE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really stellar people that go through Lee's sometimes. I wish I could number my encounters. Like the lady that comes through and thinks its funny to be mean and raise her voice at me. She dresses less than classy, wears a bun on top of her head, always over shops or gets things she doesn't want and then gives them to me to put away and is plain rude. Or the lady that comes in 1-3 times a day and for a few weeks she came in every day when she had the SWINE FLU. She really can't get enough of that place can she? She does not like me and gives me mean looks. Excuse me for closing off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;checkstands&lt;/span&gt; she went through as soon as she left and totally disinfecting them right top to bottom. I don't want your germs you walking germ house. Ooh or how about the guy that tells me to page someone over the intercom every time he comes in because he "likes the sound of my voice on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loudspeaker&lt;/span&gt;." Does he really have nothing better to do? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike and I were on our way to Oregon, we got little crackers and cookies or whatever on the airplane. Mike got some graham crackers in the shapes of planes. How cute. He had a mouthful and sneezed them all over the back of the seat in front of him and all over himself. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things I just typed I have been meaning to blog about for a month or two but I always forget about it when I sit down to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all for now, love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7087695780759212268?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7087695780759212268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7087695780759212268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7087695780759212268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7087695780759212268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-job-and-randoms.html' title='New Job and Randoms'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3252520408716561792</id><published>2009-10-30T13:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:39:27.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Out and Gratefulness</title><content type='html'>Well, this will be a fun story to tell. Mike has now started working his Monday-Friday and is off Saturday and Sunday. I still have Fridays off and works Saturdays. This morning after he left for work I got up a little later so I could get ready because I had a phone interview. So I got up and got ready and put on a skirt and a nice shirt and make up (yes, I know it was a PHONE interview, but I still wanted to dress up nice so I could get the full effect rather than interviewing in my jammies.). The interview was supposed to be at 9, I didn't get a call for a while and I started worrying. I finally got a call at 9:58. Apparently the lady who was supposed to interview me got caught in a meeting and couldn't get out. So someone else interviewed me. After the interview we set up another interview and this one I go in and interview. Its on Tuesday. I hope I do good. Anyway, after my interview I changed into some jeans and decided I was off to the mall. I took Mike's car cuz he took mine this morning. Mine was behind his so he just snagged mine. Well, I took his car an I couldn't find his regular keys so I just got his spare car keys and figured I was set. I thought he had a key on there to the door handle and not the deadbolt, so I didn't deadbolt the door when I left. Well a few good sales later I arrived home. Only to discover there was no key to the front door. BUT! I had keys to the side door! Score! So, I unlocked the door from the cold outside and as the door creeped open and I could feel the warmth of victory inside, and then BAM. The door wouldn't open anymore. Noooooo... the warmth was so close. I was freezing. All of you know I hate the cold, so even thought its probably like 50, its still frigid to me. So I get back in the car and text Mike telling him I am locked out. Luckily, he is going on his lunch break soon. So I drive to his work and spent lunch time with him. Now, I am sure you are all wondering where did the other keys go? Well, let me tell you. In the morning Mike has the habit of putting everything in his pockets a while before he needs to go so then he can just walk out the door. He didn't think about it and just picked his keys up without realizing it! Haha!! At lunch he took my keys out of his pocket and his pocket was still lumpy and I asked him what it was. It just happened to be the keys that he thought he left home. LOL! Funny boy. Quite an adventure. But now I am sitting in our warm house just blogging away, so all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a grateful day and I am grateful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is really great and he teaches me a lot of things. Last night we were laying in bed chatting and I mentioned that I don't like having days when being married is a little hard and I just wish we had good days. He said "We're going to have hard days, Em. But its what we do after the hard days that matters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGnwJ7s3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/gha1zeFtSQI/s1600-h/0057_Medsker_J0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGnwJ7s3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/gha1zeFtSQI/s320/0057_Medsker_J0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398486227089077106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike also has a great sense of humor. It reminds me of my dad because most the stuff he does, is stuff my dad has done to me before. Like... honk at me while I am walking in front of the car so it scares me. Or.. lock me out of the car for a few seconds when its freezing outside. Or.. run into the house so fast and lock me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGoTCltrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/99EO3Pa3InA/s1600-h/0273_Medsker_J0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGoTCltrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/99EO3Pa3InA/s320/0273_Medsker_J0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398486236453516978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike helps with housework and doesn't put it off or whine and moan about it. I hate washing the dishes and most of the time when the dishes need to be washed Mike washes and lets me dry them. He also helps me do the laundry and clean up when our house is a little out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGoPHx4cI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rWSGkblpvso/s1600-h/0283_Medsker_J0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGoPHx4cI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rWSGkblpvso/s320/0283_Medsker_J0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398486235401544130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike sets a really good example for me. He makes sure we get to the temple once a month and makes sure we make it to church and are attentive and attend all our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGnrYZNaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KDy8D80sGjY/s1600-h/0100_Medsker_J0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGnrYZNaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KDy8D80sGjY/s320/0100_Medsker_J0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398486225807553954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike humors me a lot and does stuff just because I want to, even if he doesn't want to. Like going shopping for skirts or watching the Office over and over or chick flicks or skipping an occasional baseball and football game to be with me because I don't want to watch the game or giving me neck rubs or going grocery shopping with me or cuddling me during a whole entire movie even though he gets really hot sometimes. When I get home from work really late he'll wake up and talk to me for a little bit or sometimes even try to stay up till I get home. He goes rock climbing with me even though it still scares him a lot and he is shaking and quaking up on the rock half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lucky to have Mike and be able to be with him for eternity. He is the hottie hunk of a man that I've always dreamed of having! I am so grateful for Mike and the unconditional love he gives me and for his support and for everything he does. I love you Mike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGnQUSffI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ihQKHaMKRQU/s1600-h/0006_Medsker_J0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGnQUSffI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ihQKHaMKRQU/s320/0006_Medsker_J0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398486218542579186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3252520408716561792?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3252520408716561792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3252520408716561792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3252520408716561792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3252520408716561792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/locked-out-and-gratefulness.html' title='Locked Out and Gratefulness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SutGnwJ7s3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/gha1zeFtSQI/s72-c/0057_Medsker_J0239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6522932768816610285</id><published>2009-10-15T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:06:23.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics!</title><content type='html'>Our wedding pics are up! Just go to mpiweddings.com and click on "bride log-in" on the right side. That will take you to a new page and type in Emily Medsker in the box. That will take you to another page where you can look at our wedding pics, engagements and bridals!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-6522932768816610285?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6522932768816610285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=6522932768816610285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6522932768816610285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6522932768816610285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-pics.html' title='Wedding Pics!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2414679637836814371</id><published>2009-10-09T17:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:40:27.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The last month or so..</title><content type='html'>Sorry I am a blogging slacker. One day I hope I will get with it. Mike and I have been trying to put our house together lately! We have everything here.. its just the organizing part now. Mike and my dad and Brandon put a wood floor in our kitchen and it looks fabulous! Its really nice! I am still looking fora job in West Valley and Mike is still at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AmEx&lt;/span&gt;. The weather is cooling down.. and I hate it! I miss the summer. On Sunday we will be up in Ogden for church and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Medsker&lt;/span&gt; family dinner. Hooray!!!! Mike is loving that is baseball playoffs or whatever it is. I am not as excited as him, but whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Something crazy... I am going to be 20 next month. So scary. Nothing really exciting has happened the last few weeks, just getting used to living together.. and watching time fly! Man time moves fast! I think that is all I have to say today, maybe next time my post will be a little more exciting. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2414679637836814371?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2414679637836814371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2414679637836814371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2414679637836814371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2414679637836814371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-month-or-so.html' title='The last month or so..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8654761684215691398</id><published>2009-09-04T19:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:31:22.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Married And Other Things</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first blog post since before Mike and I got married! Today is our two week anniversary, its been fun!! Our wedding day was basically PERFECT, the weather was beautiful, everything just worked out. Mike looked so handsome and I think I looked pretty good myself. We are still waiting for our pictures to be put up on the website. Our ceremony was amazing. I still think its weird that we are married! We had a lot of help with our reception where we ad ice cream floats, thank you to everyone who helped! The cake was pretty sweet, it got all over. We had a great turnout, it was so fun. We left and went to my house where my car was, and Mike;s brothers got the car. It was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days we hung out at our house and got our washer and dryer put in and did some house projects. And then we left for Niagara Falls on Tuesday. We got there late that night and my Aunt Marsha picked us up. Thank you Aunt Marsha for helping us out so much! We had so much fun. Niagara Falls is amazing, we got some good shots, I will try to remember to put them up on this post. We went on Maid of the Mist, checked out Cave of the Winds, went to the aquarium, got some sweet Hard Rock glasses, and just had a great time. We also went to Palmyra and that was fun. It was awesome to seethe sights that I have learned about my whole life. We also did a session in the Palmyra temple, which is so pretty! Its smaller than I thought it would be but it was gorgeous. We also looked at the Book of Mormon printing press, the Hill Cumorah, the Joseph Smith house, the sacred grove, the Alvin Smith grave, and the Martin Harris farm. We were there for a week and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew back to Utah for a day to relax and do wash. Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew to Oregon! We had a reception open house type thing and that was nice. I didn't really know anyone but it was fun. Its been nice hanging out with Mike's family. We went to Multnomah Falls and we hiked to Punch Bowl Falls. They were both really pretty! We've done some shopping (this no sales tax thing is weird, but really nice!) we got a kitchen aid :D and we got a toaster oven also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are flying out from Oregon tomorrow and then its back to work and such. If anyone knows of any jobs out in the West Valley area, let me know. I really don't want to be driving to Ogden every day for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story.. so we got our washer and we did a load and left the washer and just thought it would do its job. So I got down later so switch it around to the dryer and the washer was moved and unplugged. So I yelled up to Mike and asked him why they moved it and stuff. He came down and said he didn't. So we tried it again and it started shaking and shaking and shaking A LOT and moving! So.. in order to get a load done, Mike and I had to sit on the washer and I had a bocce ball set on my lap. And we would be shaking, but the washer wouldn't move! So Mike called the next morning and talked to them. Turns out that we needed to take out some shipping bolts, which looked like they belonged there. Now our washer works like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about it for now. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palmyra Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-1Y2Vd2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/nbCCbt-zIR4/s1600-h/501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-1Y2Vd2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/nbCCbt-zIR4/s320/501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377789254469777250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-08G-OoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lx-MTfi-oEY/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-08G-OoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lx-MTfi-oEY/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377789246754929282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in front of Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-0efCVcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WNv8MTI85rk/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-0efCVcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WNv8MTI85rk/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377789238802798018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-zzItnZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lH2uqvfmpB4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-zzItnZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lH2uqvfmpB4/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377789227166440850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8654761684215691398?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8654761684215691398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8654761684215691398' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8654761684215691398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8654761684215691398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-married-and-other-things.html' title='Being Married And Other Things'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SqG-1Y2Vd2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/nbCCbt-zIR4/s72-c/501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1265748685969202125</id><published>2009-08-15T14:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:21:27.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days!</title><content type='html'>Mike and I are getting married in 6 DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very very busy day. We got our marriage license first thing, which was nice because I have really been stressing out about that. Mike kept saying "Oh we got the bee out of Em's bonnet" blah blah blah. After that Fred and Janet met us at Ryan and Amber's house and we moved a lot of Mike's bigger things like his bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt;, computer, furniture, etc over to our house. My mom drove down the suburban with the boys and Syd with the remainder of my stuff that I couldn't fit into my car. It was just a big moving day! Boxes and boxes and boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got done moving everything in and not a moment too soon because I WAS STARVING! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Medsker&lt;/span&gt; grumpiness from lack of food had been on full force for a few hours. Mike and I went out to eat and everyone else left. After we ate we went and got a washer and a lamp and a dryer. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;light bulbs&lt;/span&gt;. We went to eat at Chile's and then headed back to the house to start unpacking and organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house has hardwood floors, but the carpet is over them. I guess Mike and his dad pulled up the carpet in our bedroom and the floor is beautiful! Together Mike and I have a lot of stuff! A LOT! We wrapped up organizing and unpacking and called it a night. On Monday I am going down to wait for the dryer to arrive and I am going to wipe down all the kitchen cupboards and organize the kitchen. That should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about it. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fred, Janet, Mom, Nate, Brandon, Josh, And Sydder for helping us move all our stuff! We definitely couldn't have gotten it done without you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1265748685969202125?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1265748685969202125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1265748685969202125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1265748685969202125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1265748685969202125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-days.html' title='6 days!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7893027184730150140</id><published>2009-08-05T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:13:38.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to let you all know I am starving for Spongebob macaroni and cheese. I don't know why, but I love that stuff so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I had my bridals taken yesterday!! It was so fun!! Not to mention SO HOT! But mostly so fun! My mom and I went and looked at them today and now they are up for viewing on the internet. If you want to look at them go to mpiweddings.com and hit bride log in on the right side of the page. Then type "Emily Medsker" in the white box. When you are directed to the next page click view bridals.. and there they are! Let me know what you think and your favorites because I am torn between which ones to print out. At the bottom of the pictures there is sometimes a number (proabbly 1,2,3) and that is the rating. The higher rated ones are the ones we are thinking about which ones to print off. I love my pics, they were so fun to pose for! I love getting my picture taken when I'm all dolled up and everything. So fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! 2 weeks 2 days till I'm married :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7893027184730150140?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7893027184730150140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7893027184730150140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7893027184730150140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7893027184730150140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-9095393925325649983</id><published>2009-07-11T01:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:16:50.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazzi's</title><content type='html'>Em telling a story to Syd about when Em and Julia saw a lady rolling around in a Rascal. (or Jazzi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd: What is a Jazzi or a Rascal? Is it like a stroller?&lt;br /&gt;Julia: It even has a tray in the front!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollable laughter from Emily and Julia for about 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-9095393925325649983?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9095393925325649983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=9095393925325649983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/9095393925325649983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/9095393925325649983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/jazzis.html' title='Jazzi&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6130843000563437769</id><published>2009-07-05T00:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:46:09.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Sydney-isms</title><content type='html'>Syd: Em guess what? Grandpa and I have the EXACT same hair color. His is just a little whiter than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd: Man Em, you kiss Mike a lot. That is more than I have ever seen you kiss any boy before.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He's my fiance.&lt;br /&gt;Syd: Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dog is breathing heavily under the tramp, grandpa on the deck, Syd me Mike and my mom sitting on the trampoline)&lt;br /&gt;Syd: Who is breathing so hard??! Grandpa? Is that you breathing like that??&lt;br /&gt;Mike: The dog is right under the tramp Syd. Its the dog.&lt;br /&gt;Syd: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- The house of Mike and Emily is in West Valley :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-6130843000563437769?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6130843000563437769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=6130843000563437769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6130843000563437769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6130843000563437769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-sydney-isms.html' title='4th of July Sydney-isms'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6241019769263088376</id><published>2009-07-04T00:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:32:26.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House!!</title><content type='html'>Mike and I will officially be house owners!! Not yet.. but our offer was accepted so now we just have to close and all the other stuff.. but. WE FOUND A HOUSE!! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-6241019769263088376?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6241019769263088376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=6241019769263088376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6241019769263088376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6241019769263088376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/house.html' title='House!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3686288613265576838</id><published>2009-06-20T12:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:35:58.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagements</title><content type='html'>If you would like to see our engagement pictures just go to www.mpiweddings.com. On the rights side click "Bride Log in". When it goes to the next page in the log in bar type Emily Medsker. That should bring you to another page where you can click "Engagement Pictures" and see our pics!!  Let me know what ya'll think! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3686288613265576838?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3686288613265576838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3686288613265576838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3686288613265576838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3686288613265576838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/engagements.html' title='Engagements'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3749578516393671886</id><published>2009-06-16T13:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:32:28.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time..</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am officially the biggest blogging slacker ever. Whenever I get on to blog I forget what I wanted to say so I just give up and figure I will blog later. I need to start writing things down.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are going good! I've got my dress and its all fitted so now I just need to make sure I don't gain or lose a lot of weight. Shouldn't be hard. The cake is ordered and so are the flowers. We are finishing registering this Friday and we are also going to look at our engagement pics that we had taken last Friday! Mike isn't super excited about sitting through tons of photos, but I am definitely excited. I had a really fun time taking those. Mike had fun too, the guy would be taking pics and Mike would be cracking jokes or just being himself. Cute boy. I can't wait to see the pics!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... Sunday I taught my class and I had 6 sunbeams and one of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;. They were all such chatter boxes! I would take a breath and literally 3 of them would start talking and that would get all of them talking. It was funny, I paused for a second and I had Timmy start saying "if there is a fire we need to put it out with water" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; started telling me about his dog Tiger at the same time and his twin starts talking about the other dog that ran away. They are so fun. Handfuls sometimes, but definitely fun. Last week while I was gone I guess they pulled the kids out one by one and all the primary made a short DVD. We watched it on Sunday. It started and it was so cute. It was all the kids one by one saying thanks to their teachers or I love you. It was such a sweet movie. I was bawling by the end, it was so cute. My little sunbeams were in it and it was precious. Oh, I went skydiving this weekend! That was a blast!! Definitely going to do that again. I LOVED it. The scariest part for me was just flying up. Jumping and free falling were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; fun!! Mike and I are looking at a house down in West Valley, its really nice, I like it so hopefully that works out. If any of you know of any jobs down there that I could do and would possibly enjoy let me know if you would. Syd and Aimee left this morning for Girls Camp, its sunny right now so hopefully it stays like that for the week. I am talking at Girls Camp tomorrow night. I am also talking in church on Sunday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;... Well, I think that is about it! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3749578516393671886?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3749578516393671886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3749578516393671886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3749578516393671886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3749578516393671886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time.html' title='Long Time..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7829077651618369739</id><published>2009-05-25T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:49:44.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobos</title><content type='html'>Sydney-ism:  "I used to think hobos lived at the church. But then I found out they live at the Hobo Center"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7829077651618369739?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7829077651618369739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7829077651618369739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7829077651618369739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7829077651618369739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hobos.html' title='Hobos'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3494602460701410415</id><published>2009-05-24T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:25:57.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I'm AGAIN slacking in the blogging department. I will get better.. hopefully. Today was Sunday. I went to the Spanish ward because one of my friends is leaving on his mission. So I went to his ward (at 9).. talk about early.. and I get there about 10 minutes early. Well, by the time I find out they are handing out headsets the meeting is about to start so I figure I won't get one. Then I find out that there weren't anymore anyway. It was really cool to just listen to the whole meeting in Spanish. I could pick out a few words here and there but I think I need to learn Spanish. It was a really cool meeting. It was also really nice to see my friends there that I haven't seen in a while. After that I went to my home ward. The talks were good, it was FREEZING FREEZING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FREEEEEEEEZING&lt;/span&gt; in the chapel today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;, I am surprised I made it out of there alive. Good thing I have little gentleman brothers who will let me use their suit jackets. After church Syd and I headed up to Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Medskers&lt;/span&gt; house. We were the first ones up followed by J&amp;amp;J&amp;amp;J&amp;amp;J (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;, Janet, Jasmine, Jade). The J's and Syd and Grandpa played Bum Scum. I took a nap and woke up for dinner. My family wasn't there yet, which was a little odd. Well, we ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; chicken and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DELISH&lt;/span&gt; and I tried calling my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. No one answered at home. They came in the door about 5 minutes later and my mom had made cinnamon rolls. Oh boy were those good!!! After that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;twinkies&lt;/span&gt; and I took a walk and the others played a card game I think. After that we listened to grandma tell stories about when she went over to England and all our other relatives. That was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Today in sunbeams it was my turn for crowd control. They were pretty good today, I think we just had 6 kids. They were cute.. all boys! Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McArthur&lt;/span&gt; was teaching today and she was telling them about how Jesus healed a blind man so he could see. She asks Conner "Conner, if Jesus healed you and blessed you, would you tell him thank you?" And he said no. And she asked him why not. And he said "Because I don't need to be blessed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ane&lt;/span&gt; healed!" So she asked if he was sick and needed to be blessed if he would tell Jesus thank you. And he said yes to that. They are so fun. I love my calling.&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well with the wedding planning!!! 89 days! My mom and I get to go talk to the photographer on Wednesday. Dress shopping is next week, so that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you all! Have a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3494602460701410415?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3494602460701410415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3494602460701410415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3494602460701410415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3494602460701410415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-4068494520689508189</id><published>2009-05-09T07:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:20:37.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday May 8th, 2009</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION 6TH WARD: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said... I'm engaged, I'm engaged and I don't care who knows it!! Here is the story... so.... Mike came over yesterday (Friday) and we ate some pizza at my house and then we left for rock climbing. We went up to 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street and there was a group up there already of like 6 people or so on the climbs we wanted to do. So we went up higher and hooked up to one up there. Mike wanted to climb first and he tried but didn't make it up. So I climbed it and made it to the top and then came down. By then the larger group had left and another had come but they were throwing in by us. So we went down and hooked the rope up to the climb Mike can do. So I belayed and he climbed and then on his way down he said "Em I want you to do this climb" and I told him no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I've done that climb a million times and he said "I'll be mad all day if you don't do this climb" so I said okay I'd do it. Just to make him happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So he gets down and I tie in and he is belaying me and I climb up really fast and on the way up he is like "oh man November is going to be so good!" and I kinda got mad and said "Mike it makes me so mad when  you say that! Quit it!" or something like that and then I got to the top and when you get to the top you are supposed to kiss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caribeaner&lt;/span&gt; before you get down. So I quickly kissed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beaner&lt;/span&gt; and then I said "okay now let me down" and he said "did you look at the bolts?" and I said no and my first thought was he messed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;caribeaners&lt;/span&gt; up there and undid one so it wasn't safe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway so I looked at the bolts.. AND MY RING WAS HOOKED TO THE BOLTS ON A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CARIBEANER&lt;/span&gt;! Wow!! I definitely didn't see it coming! My first thought was.. "Wow! Is that REAL?!" So then I can't really remember what I was saying down to Mike but it was something like "Mike is that REALLY my ring?! Like REALLY?!" and then I sat there for a few minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't wrap my head around it, I thought I was getting it in a few months. So then he asks if I'm ready to come down and I told him no give me a few seconds. Then I told him I was just going to hop over the top and climb down the back. He already likes to tease me that I didn't belay down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. So I unhook and start going down the back and he starts coming up. We meet halfway and he takes the ring and kneels down and says "Emily, will you marry me?" and I said yes the first time (none of that second time around crap like my mom ;) ).. and that is my story!! He did a super good job picking it out, he did a really good job! I love it!! And now I have a wedding to plan! Hooray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-4068494520689508189?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4068494520689508189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=4068494520689508189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4068494520689508189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/4068494520689508189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-may-8th-2009.html' title='Friday May 8th, 2009'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2199097556449605079</id><published>2009-05-01T21:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:31:49.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!!!</title><content type='html'>Just so you all know.. Mike and I had our first date 6 months ago as of today! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2199097556449605079?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2199097556449605079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2199097556449605079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2199097556449605079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2199097556449605079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-months.html' title='6 months!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2386235640536157413</id><published>2009-04-30T00:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:44:30.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Pictures and Girls!</title><content type='html'>First I am just going to start off by saying I have the two best sisters in the WORLD!! I love them SO much, they are the greatest. We have the funnest time shopping and watching movies and just hanging out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday, my day off, Mike was out of town (and he still is... ahhh I can't wait till he is BACK!) my friend Lindsey and I went and got massages at Beyond Spa in Layton. Oh baby that was soooooo nice, I think that might become a monthly thing for me! Maybe not monthly.. but it was so nice and relaxing. It was great. I really enjoyed it. I was just so relaxed and it was so nice!! Anyway, we came back and Aimee and Syd and I went to the mall to pick up Aimee's dress for PROM and to look around. So we looked around and I found a cute shirt and so did Aimee and we picked up her dress (which she looked absolutely stunning in) and then we went back home for a while. I think it scares Aimee a little bit when Syd has shotgun and I'm driving, because somehow the music always ends up on full blast and Syd and I really get into the music and are dancing and singing really loudly. It probably doesn't scare Aimee, just embarrasses her I bet. After that we went over to my friend Heather's house and watched Oceans 11 and ate a lot of junk food. We had quite the blast! Syd was the youngest one there, but I hope she had fun, I was really happy she came. She is so funny, the whole day when she would stand close to me or touch me or anything I would tell her "you are tensing me up!" or "I'm getting tense!", because I told her the massage was so relaxing that she was tensing me up. By the end of the night she was sick of hearing that and would get really close to me or hug me or something just to bug me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday went up to Grandma Medsker's to celebrate Syd's birthday. That was fun. the cake was so good. With Junior Mints (MY FAV) and chocolate everything.. mmmm.... we played a bit of Philadelphia that night, but I didn't do very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at work has been just another week at work. Nothing to report. Except for I made a song up to the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" and I sing it when the store closes. Ooooh funny story.. I will try to explain it, but I don't know if it will make sense. So Cinco de Mayo is this week so on the front of the store ad it says "Cinco de Mayo" about halfway down and then below that it has things like tortillas and re fried beans and such. Well it also has milk marked at $1.49/gallon. On the second to last page the same brand of milk is marked as 3/$5.00. Which isn't the same thing apparently. The reason its like that is if the price can be dropped down lower they change the price on the front page so everyone can see it, opposed to the middle pages that less people will see because its costly to change things like that. Anywho, so this older Caucasian gentlemen comes up to the desk with an ad so I ask him what can I help him with. So he points to the milk on the front page and then flips to the other page and points to it. Then he flips back to the front page and says "is this the price for them" and then turns to the other page "and this one is for me?" And he was dead serious. Luckily, I didn't laugh.. but it was sure hard not to. Oh boy, that moment made my WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun pics of Eater at Grandma M's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTiwvnzwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/O-kMUIp5gi8/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTiwvnzwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/O-kMUIp5gi8/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330383490634993410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and some of my cousins and siblings on the trampoline. We were playing crack the egg. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTiR7XXaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bM7QGEBasbw/s1600-h/IMG_1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTiR7XXaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bM7QGEBasbw/s320/IMG_1947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330383482362748322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic of Syd and me. We are giggling and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTioqqtoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q-d7GqL1IJw/s1600-h/IMG_1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTioqqtoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q-d7GqL1IJw/s320/IMG_1951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330383488466728578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love this pic of Mike and me!! He looks so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing pics!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTjIcqJdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iU0olIIMnrw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTjIcqJdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iU0olIIMnrw/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330383496997905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is a carribeaner.. just hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTjarPVnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YTpWXsCn-k8/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTjarPVnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YTpWXsCn-k8/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330383501890901618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is on top of the rock and looking out.. with the rope in the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Thats about it! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2386235640536157413?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2386235640536157413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2386235640536157413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2386235640536157413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2386235640536157413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-pictures-and-girls.html' title='Work, Pictures and Girls!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SflTiwvnzwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/O-kMUIp5gi8/s72-c/IMG_1761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2509510082157043749</id><published>2009-04-19T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:54:28.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercoms Relatives and U2</title><content type='html'>This past week has gone by pretty fast. Ali and her kids have been here and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chelle&lt;/span&gt; was here some of last week so we have had a lot of fun family time. Baby Luke is ADORABLE!! I love holding him he is such a happy content little guy. My favorite is when I was holding him and he was facing me and I was tickling him but then I stopped, and then someone said something funny or something, and I started to laugh and then he just started to giggle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was laughing. So cute! The Easter egg hunt was fun, we hid the eggs and all the little kids went and found them. It was fun to watch them. The rest of this week was filled with work. Except for Friday!! Friday I woke up and went to the chiropractor and then I went and got my oil changed in my car. Now.. I felt pretty dumb that I didn't know I needed my oil changed for a while. I knew I had to take it in because the sticker on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;windshield&lt;/span&gt; said I needed to.. but I didn't exactly know what for. So I asked loads of people and came up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt; I needed my oil changed. After that I headed to West Valley for another best day with my boyfriend. I got to hold his sister in law's new baby named Isaac, and he is so cute!! Mike and I went and saw the new Fast and Furious movie, which was good. I liked it. We watched the Office, went swimming, ate at Chile's, just had a good time like always. SATURDAY!! I.. got tickets to the U2 concert in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;October that&lt;/span&gt; is in Vegas!! I still can't believe I got tickets to go see U2! I am going to be in the same place as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bono&lt;/span&gt;. We will be breathing the same air. I can't think of anything more wickedly awesome than that. I get to see them LIVE!! I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; freaking out.Anyways. Also on Saturday I took the boys over to grandmas to say bye to Ali and her kids and to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Squidney&lt;/span&gt;... I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Skidney&lt;/span&gt;.. wait.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Synbey&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bugly&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;.. Sydney! We stayed for a little bit and had fun. I took the kids home and went to work. Work was super busy. We got out late. When there is no one in the store and its late at night we like to play with the intercom.. I've got some nice beat boxing practice from that thing. Well, it was 12 and Dustin was saying some dumb thing over the intercom and this lady rushes in.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; in a full sprint, pushing a cart. I'm not kidding, she was in a DEAD SPRINT! But as soon as she got through the doors she slowed down.. I wish she would've kept sprinting, she was in there till like 15 after! Anyways so Dustin is saying something funny over the intercom and then he pauses and then says "thank you." And hangs up. Well then 2 seconds later, someone in a different part of the store gets on the intercom and starts talking in a funny voice and says "Dustin.. your car is getting towed away. You are SCREWED!!" I was laughing hysterically. I hope that lady doesn't complain that we mess around or are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unprofessional&lt;/span&gt;. It was dang funny though. Today I went over to Mike's again.. he is leaving for Boston on Wednesday so I won't see him for 2 weeks. That won't be a fun two weeks for me. Anyway, I went over there and we watched the first Fast and the Furious movie, and we played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bocce&lt;/span&gt; ball or however its spelled, put the plates on his car, ate a lot of strawberries.. I love strawberries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I can't wait till they start growing in our backyard! Hooray! I think that is all I have to write about. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2509510082157043749?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2509510082157043749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2509510082157043749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2509510082157043749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2509510082157043749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/intercoms-relatives-and-u2.html' title='Intercoms Relatives and U2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7530017414156523906</id><published>2009-04-15T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:51:54.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really hate Utah.</title><content type='html'>So.. let me just vent for a minute. I HATE UTAH!!! It has been so nice and sunny and a bit rainy, and rainy is fine. Its just fine. But then.. this morning. I wake up a little later then usual and think "today is going to be a good day. I am going to get up and go running and actually do something before I go to work" so I get out of bed. I walk into the next room and look out the window. And what do I see? I see disgusting little cold wet white flakes falling from the sky. And its not just a flake here and there. OH no, its a BLIZZARD!!!! I do not care if it will be melted in a day or two, no I don't care at all. That is besides the fact. It is SNOWING outside RIGHT NOW in the MIDDLE of APRIL!! So. If anyone would like to up and leave Utah (or even just Northern Utah) for a warmer and not dumb weathered place, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am done venting. Since the last time I posted I think a bit has gone on. But I really can't remember much of it, like always. We had my mom's surprise 40th birthday party, which was a blast! It was really stressful before, because we had it at the Ogden Senior Center and they were supposed to be there to unlock the doors just before 5. Well.. 5 rolls around. And 5:05.. and I was really freaking out. I was like.. did they get lost? In a car accident? Did they forget? So I called my friend Stacie, who works for the place that rents out that place and I tell her. I think I called her twice.. just to make sure they were coming within a 10 minute period. Yeah, I was a little stressed. Anyway, so we got in and decorated and got the chocolate fountains going. A lot of people showed up and then my family showed up (minus Syd and I because we were setting up. Oh and Aimee because she was in DC) and my mom totally did not expect it at all! It was really stellar. She didn't expect it at all and we got her to bawl and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon also had his birthday! We had his party the night of the Sunday Session of general conference I think. We had some family over and stuff so that was fun. I made his cake and I thought it turned out pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I have been having fun. I took him rock climbing and he didn't like it as much as rock climbing in the gym.. which isn't really rock climbing. Its climbing a wall with holds on it to stay in shape for the real rock climbing during the summer which would be nice if it got here.. But he did good for his first real rock climbing adventure. It scared him to pieces but it was fun. There were these two guys up there and their kids (not together, they didn't have kids together. They were brothers and then each one brought a kid) anyway, the kids were like 3 years old. We hike up to the rock and see them there and I ask if we can climb next to them. They say yeah and one of the boys had curly blond hair and glasses and he was so cute. He came up to me and gave me a little purple flower that he had picked right by where they were climbing. It was soooo adorable. After that I went and set the rope up and we did a bit of climbing. It was fun. After that we headed to Grandma's to see Ali and her kids and also Michelle. It was so fun to have all the family together!! We had a birthday party for grandma and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday rolled around. I had to talk that Sunday with my dad in a different ward and my dad gave me the assignment with him on Thursday night while I was at work. Well Thursday night I got home late from work, Friday was my day with Mike and so Saturday I tried to work on my talk. The thing is, is when I work on talks, I think a lot about it and then write it all down when I am done putting it together in my head. So I was thinking I would do that after work. Well I get home from work at like 12:45 because some dumb lady wouldn't leave the store. Plus I had a nice huge headache turning into a migraine. So I figured I would write all my thoughts down Sunday morning. So I wake up Sunday morning and my headache is still there so I go back to sleep until about 10. We have church at 11. So I tell my mom I won't be going to our ward and I am going to stay home and write my talk because I was speaking at 1. Then! Mike texts me and asks if he can come up for Easter and stuff and that made my day! But.. he wanted to come to church with me too and I was thinking.. this talk is going to suck.. should I let him come? Haha. So I tell him yeah and what time and stuff. He comes over, I'm still writing my talk, I finally finish it and I have like 10 minutes maybe 15 and it was supposed to be 20. Well good thing things ran over so my dad was like sit down by such and such time and I got through all my talk stuff and it was like 10 minutes. That was nice. It was an alright talk, I have definitely done better. After church we go up to Grandmas again for a yummy dinner, cards, and an Easter egg hunt for the little kids. I was feeling p&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Emily/Pictures/2009-04-15/001.JPG" alt="" /&gt;retty lazy that day so I didn't play cards much, I just napped on the couch. And I also played with baby Luke. He is the cutest little chunk ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog post is getting pretty long, so I will stop writing. I love you all! Questions, comments, queries, you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SeYeONFx9UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XMbYbuU2bxI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SeYeONFx9UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XMbYbuU2bxI/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324976838793098562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SeYeN4yWKqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Xz-Z_bIndCE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SeYeN4yWKqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Xz-Z_bIndCE/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324976833342876322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Emily/Pictures/2009-04-15/001.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7530017414156523906?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7530017414156523906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7530017414156523906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7530017414156523906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7530017414156523906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-hate-utah.html' title='I really hate Utah.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SeYeONFx9UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XMbYbuU2bxI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-6677538473123823684</id><published>2009-03-29T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:37:51.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuties, Dads and Colors</title><content type='html'>Cuties- Well, one day this week my mom and I were sitting at the table eating a nice lunch and chatting and laughing like we usually do when the doorbell rang. I got up to get it and there was this guy. He was probably about 22 or 23 and he started talking pretty fast and mumbling. Next thing I know I have a list of magazines in my hand and he asks for my name. I say Emily and he writes it down and he says "Now how do you spell your last name? Is that C-U-T-I-E?" He thought it was pretty clever but I shot him down with a straight face and a "No." I guess I could've been nicer but that's just what panned out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads- Well on Friday I went to hang out with Mike as usual. But this time.. I was meeting his dad. his parents live in Oregon but he was down here so I was going to meet him. Now I was really stressing out the whole week and I was hoping he would like me and all of this stuff. So I drive to Mike's house and I was about one minute away from his house and he told me the TV guy wasn't there yet (Mike was getting his TV fixed that morning and the guy was super late) so I was thinking that was good because then Mike would be there while I got drilled by his dad. So I drive up to the house and there is a TV van. Joy. So I go up to the door just hoping that Mike or Mike's brother or sister in law or one of their kids or anyone but his dad would answer the door. No such luck. I knocked and the door opens and it was Mike's dad. I say hi and he lets me in and calls Mike up. Mike says hey and says he will be downstairs for a while so I should talk to his dad. BY MYSELF.. AHHH.. No one else was home. So I sit down and talk to his dad for like 45 minutes. I think his dad could tell I was super nervous because he did a lot of the talking and didn't ask a lot of questions. After the TV guy left Mike came up and the 3 of us went to Applebee's. Then back to the house for an episode of the Office and basketball games. We had steak for dinner and it was really good. I ended up leaving a bit early because of a migrane. His dad was really nice and fun, and Mike says he likes me so bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-Us3iyrmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Il9sGBIptTw/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-Us3iyrmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Il9sGBIptTw/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318633183492877922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-UtUBxZhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ATnrb8TkNC8/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-UtUBxZhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ATnrb8TkNC8/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318633191139010066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-UttTVhJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fEKDAAYYJnM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-UttTVhJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fEKDAAYYJnM/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318633197923566738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalked up&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-UtYPpfYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ITjkJoa3Qm0/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-UtYPpfYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ITjkJoa3Qm0/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318633192270953858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoo, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at the Festival of Colors, it was super fun. Basically a celebration of Spring coming and Winter leaving. A lot of festivities and dancing and singing and chalk throwing. The whole place was just filled with chalk, it was like a dust cloud of chalk. It was so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-6677538473123823684?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6677538473123823684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=6677538473123823684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6677538473123823684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/6677538473123823684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuties-dads-and-colors.html' title='Cuties, Dads and Colors'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/Sc-Us3iyrmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Il9sGBIptTw/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-5117669493962639848</id><published>2009-03-23T11:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:49:46.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNBEAMS!!</title><content type='html'>So this post is about my cute sunbeams. I love teaching them!! They are just so cute! And a handful.. but they are so fun to teach. Yesterday we leaned about "I Am Thankful For Animals". So I had some pictures of animals on my laptop on a PowerPoint and I showed them the pictures. When a picture would come up I would ask them what the animal was and what the animal said. The first picture was of a baby duck. And I asked them what it was and Timmy said "its a bird!" and I told him good job and asked what type of bird. He thought for a second and said "its a chicken bird!" I thought I could've died laughing. When we got to the elephant picture, Preston guessed that one right. I asked him what they used their trunks for and he said to pick things up and I told him he was right. Then he put his hand on his nose and said "but I can't pick things up with my nose its too short." And then Timmy put his hand on is nose and started pulling down on his nose and said "My nose is long now! I can!" Oh boy they are so funny sometimes. We went through the rest of the pictures and we drew pictures of animals and we also played a game where someone would think of an animal and give hints about it and everyone else would guess. I think the highlight of the class was when I had my dad bring Brandon's bunny into class for me. He came in and we put away our crayons and I took out Bob (the bunny's name.. not anything else). They loved it! At least Timmy and Preston did. Luke didn't want to pet it or anything. When it would hop by his chair he would put his little boots up on his chair. He was scared of it. But Preston and Timmy had a great time petting the rabbit and holding it and watching it hop around. Bob went behind a stack of chairs in the corner and wouldn't come out. So Timmy got down on all fours and stuck his head right where the bunny would have had to come out and he said "Come out! You come out here right now!" They are just so fun. I think that is all I have to say for today, love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-5117669493962639848?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5117669493962639848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=5117669493962639848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5117669493962639848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/5117669493962639848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunbeams.html' title='SUNBEAMS!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7414171287208938780</id><published>2009-03-15T14:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:27:06.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The past weeks..</title><content type='html'>Okay all, I am sorry I am such a slacker at blogging. I really need to do better. We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; about keeping journals a while ago, and we figured that my blog counted as a journal. Well, I need to do better writing things down so not all will be lost when I get old and insane. The past few weeks have been fun, mostly work. I do have some fun stories though. Mike came to church with me last Sunday!! Syd and I sang in church so he came to watch. It was fun. He helped me teach the sunbeams, he was pretty good at crowd control. After church we went to my grandparents for dinner, cards and dessert. We came back here for a Sunday movie, and we watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charly&lt;/span&gt;. My goodness was that a bawling fest if I've ever seen one! Syd, my mom and I were all just bawling. Good movie, but I don't think I like crying that much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! At least we know Mike can handle me when I'm crying all over and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KoriAnn&lt;/span&gt; and I decided we needed to hang out! We definitely had a blast. I went and picked her up and we drove aimlessly for like 10 or 15 minutes, we didn't know where to go for a bite to eat! We finally decided on Denny's. We pulled in and parked. When we got out of the car she stepped in a huge puddle.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. It was so freezing outside and I didn't park particularly close. Well, we go in to eat and I got french toast.. it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good. French toast is definitely my favorite breakfast food. So, we get done eating and go up to pay the bill. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KoriAnn&lt;/span&gt; pays hers first with her card. Then its my turn. So I hand the lady my card. She asks if she should run it for the amount, I said run it for $2 over. And she looks at the back and it says "See ID" so she asks for my ID. Well, I had left it out in my car. This doesn't happen often, but when it does the person is usually like "oh no biggie, its okay" etc. But not this lady. I told her it was in my car and she said "Well, I need to see it." SO I HAD TO GO OUT TO MY CAR IN THE FREEZING COLD AND GET MY ID." Now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; let that fly eventually but it gets worse. When I get back I give it to her, and you know what she says to me? Just take a guess. She says "Don't you hate it when people follow the rules?" And it was in a mean like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, you had to run out to your car in the freezing cold and I am a jerk and I don't care" voice. Oh I was ticked. But I took it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coolly&lt;/span&gt; said "no" and then left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;. Did she fill her nice quota for the day? Couldn't let one more person slip by? Having a contest with her waitress friends? I have no idea. But I was mad. But anyways, we left and went to the theatre and saw "New In Town." I really liked it, I thought it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been pretty uneventful lately. I can't really think of any funny stories or anything. But... an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; event.. U2 IS COMING TO CONCERT IN DECEMBER!! They just had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; CD come out, and it ROCKS! I really hope I can go to their concert, because its been a life dream of mine to see them live in concert and they will probably be retiring soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fun! Mike and I hung out with Fred and Janet for a while. we went to dinner and played cards and ate brownies. Fred helped me fix the lights on my car. Well, he showed me and I helped a little. I really had a great time hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted the boys freckles. They have a lot. Nate is in first place for most freckles. Then Brandon in second and Josh coming up in third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all I can think of to write at this point.. so until next time.. Hasta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7414171287208938780?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7414171287208938780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7414171287208938780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7414171287208938780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7414171287208938780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-weeks.html' title='The past weeks..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-8086266342647408940</id><published>2009-02-26T13:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:16:36.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Finally Named My Car!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooooooohhh&lt;/span&gt; Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you, Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBK_8MA7I/AAAAAAAAATA/PbD-cSQwleY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBK_8MA7I/AAAAAAAAATA/PbD-cSQwleY/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307211974353617842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;Well, say that you'll be true, well, say that you'll be true,&lt;br /&gt;Well, say that you'll be true, and never leave me blue, Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;Well, say that you'll be mine, well, say that you'll be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Well, say that you'll be mine, baby all the time, Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you, Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you, Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBLCcqWvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ziwRKr6QGEA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBLCcqWvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ziwRKr6QGEA/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307211975026694898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. :)  my cute little Malibu's booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBLemO4VI/AAAAAAAAATY/bPhW0uFOrAE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBLemO4VI/AAAAAAAAATY/bPhW0uFOrAE/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307211982583030098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heating and cooling, and stereo system. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Also&lt;/span&gt;, my emergency water, Mountain Dew and gum. (Britt are you so proud of me! I even have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; in the back seat. I am starting my 72 hour kit. Its getting there.) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBLIMLfzI/AAAAAAAAATI/0zf6LiGkCtA/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBLIMLfzI/AAAAAAAAATI/0zf6LiGkCtA/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307211976568176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBKr3PzJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gXdbJQ_CCgU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBKr3PzJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gXdbJQ_CCgU/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307211968964185234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you like how the paper is in its little blue bag on the ground, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Medskers&lt;/span&gt; out there (and anyone else who wants to play), who sings the song?! Its quiz time! No using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, you just have to know off the top of your head! Next blog post I will post who sings the song, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has basically consisted of work lately. And making cookies! And hanging out with Mike! At work I have a lot of fun usually. I have saran wrapped my bosses office twice and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-ed" it once (blue streamers and a sign). And I get away with it. Its great. I really enjoy working at the front desk a lot. Sometimes its a little stressful, but for the most part its really fun. There is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bagger&lt;/span&gt; named Garrett, and he is my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE! He is autistic and he is just he cutest ever. Yesterday I was singing the Subway "5, $5, $5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;footlong&lt;/span&gt;!" song and he sang it with me. He is so fun. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;standing&lt;/span&gt; up at the desk and I had just pulled off the last piece of tape off the role and I said "Garrett do you want the last piece of tape from the roll?" And he said "uh.. sure." So I gave it to him and about 10 minutes later I said "Garrett, can you go get some carts outside please?" And he said "Yeah, but what do you want to do with this piece of tape?" He still had it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! It was so cute, I told him he could throw it away. He is so fun. One day he did his hair combed to the side so Lindsey (my friend) and I both told him his hair looked nice and he smiled so big and just lit up. SO cute. The other day my friend Justin and I filled an office in the back full of crates, and during the night a stack of them fell in front of the door and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who came in the morning had to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the light in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; and get the crates out that way.. I love my job. Most the time. I am not sure what else to write, so this will be the end of my post. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spring fever so badly! I cannot wait until it is nice and warm and I can go outside!! Mike will start softball in the summer and I am excited for that so I can go watch him play some games sometimes in his nice little softball or baseball pants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;!! It will be so nice when its warm and I can start running again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-8086266342647408940?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8086266342647408940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=8086266342647408940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8086266342647408940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/8086266342647408940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-finally-named-my-car.html' title='I&apos;ve Finally Named My Car!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SacBK_8MA7I/AAAAAAAAATA/PbD-cSQwleY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3259643174759222149</id><published>2009-02-04T11:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:17:23.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAR!</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone, I am sorry I am such a slacker!! I will try to blog more. I was going to post pics with this blog of my car, but I decided then it might never get done, so I will post the pics whenever I take them. I will just write the post right now. So the weekend before last, my dad and I took off Saturday morning and headed out... CAR SHOPPING! I had a car I wanted to check out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt;. So we headed to the place where the car was at, and I looked at some other cars and also that one. It was a really pretty color, but it had said it was an automatic on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and it was a manual. Not that I have anything against manuals, I just don't want one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So we thank the guy for letting us test drive some of his cars and leave. We start heading northward and hit a couple other lots and just kind of look quickly. Then we go to Murdock Chevrolet, and we walked in the doors and can you say BEAUTIFUL CORVETTE?! Now can you say FOUR? Oh man, I was drooling all over those little babies. So we walk in and the general manager, Mike, comes up and shakes our hands and says hello. He hooks us up with a guy named Tommy who asks what kind of car I am looking at. I say I want to get a Chevy Cobalt, so he pulls out a nice one that was on the lot. Totally tricked out with the sound system, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;raido&lt;/span&gt;, new wheels, everything. So I took it for a drive and I really liked it! So we went in to talk prices and apparently he had mixed up the numbers of this car with those of another one, so the car leaped like 3,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; in price. I was pretty upset. So he brings over his sale manager, and we talk to him. His name was Trent. He asked us what price range we were looking at and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; him, and we said even if it was like a couple hundred more we could work with that, and he went back and looked at his inventory and brought out the names of two cars. One was a Hyundai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Elantra&lt;/span&gt;, and I didn't want that. And the other was a Chevy Malibu. And I was like.. well lets look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mailbu&lt;/span&gt;. So Tommy pulls it around and it was a gorgeous sage green color. So we look at it and I take it for a spin. And I liked it more than the Cobalt! It was a bit bigger, so it was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;roomy&lt;/span&gt; and I just liked it more. Not totally tricked out like the Cobalt, but it still had a nice stereo and gas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mileage&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. So we go back in, and we start talking prices with Trent. And the price he got it down to was like 700 more than what we had told him. And so my dad got really mad and they were kind of arguing, and my dad says he wants to speak to the general manager. So Mike comes over and my dad is explaining his frustrations to him, which are valid, and I was frustrated too and I just didn't want a car anymore. So Mike goes back and says okay this is what we can get you the car for and my dad was like "Okay I said a couple hundred, you guys keep showing us cars and then raising the price like this, etc etc" and Mike said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; is a couple hundred to you? is 200 a couple hundred?" And my dad says yes and so they work it out and I  feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; because I hate people fighting and I end up getting the car and 3 free oil changes and he offered to fill up our suburban. That is my car story.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I went to Mike's.. in my CAR :) :) and we went to the Draper Temple Open house, and it was SO GORGEOUS! Wow, it was so pretty wow wow wow! It was so pretty and the feeling was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; amazing. After that we went out to eat at Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Carino's&lt;/span&gt; and that was some excellent Italian food. We also went to Circuit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt; then we went back to his place and watched some "How I Met Your Mother" and then we ate dinner and took his two nephews and his niece swimming. That was so fun! They are all so cute, and they like me more than Mike. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. They are really fun kids. This week Mike and I are going to the Logan temple probably to do baptisms, so that will be fun. After that I hope it is good weather for a hike or some rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of you have been wanting to see a pic of Mike.. so here is a pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SYnpCFlYYoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mz0VZhZn_m4/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SYnpCFlYYoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mz0VZhZn_m4/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299022658646073986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3259643174759222149?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3259643174759222149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3259643174759222149' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3259643174759222149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3259643174759222149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/car.html' title='CAR!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/SYnpCFlYYoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mz0VZhZn_m4/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2920757820303031837</id><published>2009-01-18T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:20:43.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This past week.</title><content type='html'>Hello all! This past week has been pretty fun! It started off with getting a promotion at work! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!! I am now a front desk manager, so if you come into Lee's, look to the front desk, because I might just be there working! I'm still training and I hope I do okay! As for the car issue, I am looking at a Cobalt right now that I like. We will see what happens with that. Basically all I do with my life is work now. I work full time, so I usually sleep in, get up, lounge, get ready and head to work . Fridays are usually my day to hang out with my cute boyfriend!! This past Friday he came over and I made spaghetti, I thought it was pretty good. Mike told me a couple times throughout our day that it was really good, so I am guessing he liked it as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. After lunch we watched The Office.. ITS BACK ON FOR THE YEAR!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!! I am so excited its back on! After The Office we headed out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Megaplex&lt;/span&gt; for a movie. He made me decide and I chose Mall Cop. Good choice on my part! It was so funny! After that we were in a mall mood so we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Newgate&lt;/span&gt; for a while. Then we picked up a Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cesar's&lt;/span&gt; pizza and headed to my place for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt; and to watch Night at the Museum. And that was our day! He is so great! Today at church I got to teach the Sunbeams!! They are all so cute. It was really fun. My mom and I went in and she did the crowd control while I taught about Heavenly Father having a body. We played follow the leader around the church (reverently!) to illustrate what we could do with our bodies and the Heavenly Father can do that stuff too. We also drew pictures of our bodies. I drew a little stick figure of me, but I put blue hair on me. I held it up and said "Does this look like me?" And they all said it looked like me. A boy in our class named Timothy got up and kept telling me pretty excitedly that "that looks JUST like you!!!" It was so funny. When we were walking down the hall playing follow the leader the little girl in the class named Brooklyn walked straight into a wall! She was okay, but a few minutes later when we were walking back I heard one of the kids say "I won't bonk into a wall. Nope, I won't bonk into a wall like her." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! They are so funny! I think one of my favorite parts was when I was teaching and the bishop's son, Preston, stood up and came up to me and said "I have to tell you something" and I said "What do you need to tell me?" And he said "You have sandals just like Jesus wears." It was so funny! I had to try not to laugh, but then I realized that I had brown sandals on and they had straps going over my feet, and in the pictures of Jesus he does have brown sandals on. How observant! After church we went up to my grandmas, and I don't know why, but everyone thinks I'm going to get married or engaged soon. Just so you all know, I will tell you this one more time. It won't happen for a while. So no need to be crossing your fingers. Anyways, this week should be a good one. Just full of work and more work!! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2920757820303031837?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2920757820303031837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2920757820303031837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2920757820303031837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2920757820303031837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-past-week.html' title='This past week.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-2698288538905698244</id><published>2009-01-14T17:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:38:08.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car...</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I am thinking about getting a car in the very next soon while. The only dilemma is.... what kind of car?! I really would like a Jeep Liberty. I want one of those really bad. The other car I am possibly looking at is a Honda Civic, and from the deals I have found they would cost about the same to get. Gas mileage is a little worse on the Jeep, but.. the Honda is definitely not as cool! Keep in mind a Honda Civic does not fit my rock climbing crazy outdoors personality. My mom thinks I should get a nice little car, because it is more economically friendly, and I don't need a bigger car right now, plus as I said before, gas mileage is better.... but I REALLY WANT A JEEP LIBERTY REALLY BAD! I think I would just look better in one and I would enjoy it a lot more than little car. So... if anyone wants to chip in their opinion, that would be GREAT!!! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-2698288538905698244?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2698288538905698244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=2698288538905698244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2698288538905698244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/2698288538905698244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/car.html' title='Car...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-1352185038603873989</id><published>2009-01-11T19:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:59:42.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG TIME!</title><content type='html'>It has been such a long times since I last blogged! I apologize to all you avid Emily's blog readers out there, you must have been dying without my posts to entertain you! Just so you all know, I am now currently residing in Ogden again and working at Lee's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;' the dream. Now I am back living with parents and that has been quite the adjustment in itself. Christmas was really great!! We had a lot of fun, my brothers and dad got automatic NERF guns from Santa and they love to terrorize everything that moves. There is still snow here and I hate it, like every other winter. Today my family and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Infinia&lt;/span&gt; (the old folks home) and we got to do the sacrament program for them. I gave a talk on loving one another and my dad gave a talk and then all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Medsker&lt;/span&gt; kids sang a song. My mom played the piano and she did such a great job. She is really good at playing "Music Box Dancer" which is my personal favorite piano piece and she loves playing it for me. Actually, she only plays it every once in a while. So I had to go buy it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;, my first piece of classical music bought on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;! And possibly my only piece as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of what just happened in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Medsker&lt;/span&gt; household:&lt;br /&gt;Syd: Dad your so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I tried telling you that at church today. I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;, holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hubba&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You said holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hubba&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Syd and I went and saw Bride Wars. It was pretty funny. It kind of reminded me of How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days, where Kate Hudson is driving me absolutely nuts because she is being so crazy but you still have to love the movie. Kate Hudson was in this one and so was Anne Hathaway, and I really like both of those actresses. They go after each others weddings and it is hilarious, but drives me a little crazy at the same time. At the end Syd and I were both crying, not full on bawling, but we were crying a bit. It was good. Today in church I led the music in Relief Society. That was fun. On Friday Mike came up :)... we are still together and dating. He makes me so happy!! He came up and we went to the temple and did baptisms, then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gandolfo's&lt;/span&gt;, oh man, he has me addicted to that place now, those sandwiches are SO GOOD. Then back home for Oceans 11. We had fun just hanging out all day. My brothers were all excited that Mike was coming over, its pretty funny. It has simply been too long since I have blogged so I can't remember everything I wanted to say. So hopefully I will have some witty comments next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-1352185038603873989?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1352185038603873989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=1352185038603873989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1352185038603873989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/1352185038603873989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time.html' title='A LONG TIME!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-3880174553402179956</id><published>2008-12-13T12:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:33:10.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tag</title><content type='html'>I was this on Britt's blog and I wanted to do it.. so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Egg- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nog&lt;/span&gt; or Hot Chocolate?HOT CHOCOLATE!!! It depends on the time of the day! If its anytime during the day its eggnog usually, but if its at night I LOVE HOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? He wraps most of them and then puts them by our stockings that are set out on the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Colored or clear lights (house/tree)? I like the white lights! Or clear.. whatever. I think they are so pretty. But on Temple Square I really like how they have different colors everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Do you hang mistletoe? No, but that might be fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Hardest person to buy for? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I think this year it was Mike. (Not my dad, my boyfriend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. Real tree or Artificial? REAL!! They smell so GOOD and they are so big (at least when we would get one). But now we have to have a fake tree because Joshua is allergic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. Mail or email Christmas cards? MAIL!!! MAIL MAIL MAIL MAIL MAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h. Favorite Christmas Movie? Polar Express! And Elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. When do you start shopping for Christmas? After Thanksgiving usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. Favorite Christmas song? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pachelbel&lt;/span&gt; meets U2. I have a lot of favorites but I can't remember them all. I don't like the Christmas Shoes one th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ough&lt;/span&gt;, its so sad, I get teared up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I hear it and I don't like crying because once I start crying I cry for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. Open presents Christmas Eve or morning? Last year we opened one on Christmas Eve and it was pajamas! But I have no idea what is happening this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l. What do you want for Christmas this year? Shaky. Other than that.. nothing. I keep getting asked what I want and I really have no clue what I want. I am just excited to see all my family and be together and have everyone so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-3880174553402179956?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3880174553402179956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=3880174553402179956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3880174553402179956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/3880174553402179956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag.html' title='Christmas Tag'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685397371238947914.post-7576873459917989368</id><published>2008-12-11T16:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:53:44.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost!..</title><content type='html'>Well, this week has been going pretty slow because Mike is in Oregon. I don't get to see him this weekend, so there is really nothing to look forward to. Classes ended this week, so thats nice. I am looking forward to selling my books back!!! Whoo, that will be my most favorite thing ever. The other day I went rock climbing up Rock Canyon with my rock climbing buddy named Sean. Yesterday Hope and I got lost. We spent almost 2 hours trying to find an America First. Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;I needed to go to the bank, and Hope said she would give me a ride there (oh the joys of not having a car). Well, I looked up the address and it said it was in Macey's and it was on 1400 N State Street. So we are about to leave and I show the address to Megan. And she said "oh that is right by University Mall!" and Hope and I are like "Really?" So we leave and we head over to by the mall. And We go in the MACY'S, (the department store) and we go in and we are like "WHAAAAA??" so we kinda walk around, just making sure there wasn't an America First there. Well, we go to the car and we see State Street. So, we start heading north on it.. to 1400 N right? Well we pass a MACEY'S on the way there. We reach 1400 N.. nothing! So we go back to the Macey's.. nothing! So I call my dad, because he knows literally everything. Well, too bad he didn't pick up. I leave a message saying we need directions. So I call my mom! She gives me the directions we needed, and it turned out to be the place we would have initially gone if Megan hadn't told us the other place, haha!!! So it took us almost 2 hours to fin the right place and get back home! The place that really had America First was maybe like a 3 or 4 minute drive from our apartment. Mmmhmm. Tonight was the ward Christmas party and it was really fun. We had a good time. Well, now we are going to watch Elf. So I will write more later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685397371238947914-7576873459917989368?l=crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7576873459917989368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685397371238947914&amp;postID=7576873459917989368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7576873459917989368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685397371238947914/posts/default/7576873459917989368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyemsterslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost.html' title='Lost!..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09563025818338061727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt0Cpm_vBr4/S3buWRWFHfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3_9owMDA8R4/S220/0025_Medsker_J0220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
