<?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-7235847984194384570</id><updated>2012-01-13T22:30:21.556-08:00</updated><category term='jump'/><category term='cinderella'/><category term='lost'/><category term='carpet'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='apple'/><category term='wrapping'/><category term='stuck'/><category term='fun'/><category term='cake'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='snow'/><category term='santa'/><title type='text'>Burnett Blogger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7973661729917146492</id><published>2012-01-13T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:30:21.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>When i am bored I end up doing some interesting things. In college I was driving down main street and decided it would be fun to dye my hair purple. &amp;nbsp;Well the ends. But I had never done it before so I ended up with a lot of grey looking hair. Oddly enough, I can't find any pictures of me when this happened. I know Smelly has a video somewhere of our Roll fight but it has gone missing too. So maybe this never really happened . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note of being bored, I have been lost in the land of Pinterest and decided to try one of these awesome looking things I pin every day. &amp;nbsp;I found a messenger bag that unfolds into a car play mat! AND since I received a sewing machine for Christmas, I had to test it out.&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/-Ee79XvSM3KE/TxEgi2KvcUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WFv9kTh6mLg/s1600/6a0120a62a802d970c014e5f5ffe2c970c-300wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee79XvSM3KE/TxEgi2KvcUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WFv9kTh6mLg/s320/6a0120a62a802d970c014e5f5ffe2c970c-300wi.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEcubw4lAqA/TxEgjCdgnqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-k78OUDElwA/s1600/6a0120a62a802d970c014e5f60026f970c-300wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEcubw4lAqA/TxEgjCdgnqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-k78OUDElwA/s320/6a0120a62a802d970c014e5f60026f970c-300wi.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gingercake.typepad.com/gingercake/2011/02/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original crafter is more experienced in sewing but I think mine turned out pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLTazDBsUqQ/TxEfHx1-NcI/AAAAAAAAAes/aOIZGVR4uPM/s1600/IMG_2059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLTazDBsUqQ/TxEfHx1-NcI/AAAAAAAAAes/aOIZGVR4uPM/s200/IMG_2059.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20j_qU2ZD40/TxEfBV0er4I/AAAAAAAAAek/-A6lHBoiohc/s1600/IMG_2054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20j_qU2ZD40/TxEfBV0er4I/AAAAAAAAAek/-A6lHBoiohc/s200/IMG_2054.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this success I became a little more daring. I wanted to make a tunic dress I saw for my niece for her birthday.&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/--46ee4Y-Y2Y/TxEgioEeikI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bt6S9Yss9sU/s1600/158118636886890642_PpH50Jft_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--46ee4Y-Y2Y/TxEgioEeikI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bt6S9Yss9sU/s320/158118636886890642_PpH50Jft_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/2011/08/back-to-school-tunic-dress/&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/-RqwUBE2KSzE/TxEf5B0hzxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jmfx9HqP2Y8/s1600/IMG_2066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqwUBE2KSzE/TxEf5B0hzxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jmfx9HqP2Y8/s320/IMG_2066.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and mine looks like a hospital dress....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll stay away from dresses for a bit... unless I have a pattern. I need a break from sewing anyway. I can only handle so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-7973661729917146492?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7973661729917146492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7973661729917146492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7973661729917146492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7973661729917146492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2012/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee79XvSM3KE/TxEgi2KvcUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WFv9kTh6mLg/s72-c/6a0120a62a802d970c014e5f5ffe2c970c-300wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-2495902326612893544</id><published>2010-06-06T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:58:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned...</title><content type='html'>Last month pink eye went rampant through the kids upstairs. I avoided them like the plague and everytime my kids came downstairs they had to wash their hands. We avoided it for two weeks. Then I went to Florida and it was out of my hands. Shali never got it but Savanna and Kaila did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my friend about this and she told me her doctor said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When one of the kids gets pink eye put a drop in everyones eye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she hasn't had a problem with pink eye spreading since she started doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-2495902326612893544?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2495902326612893544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=2495902326612893544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/2495902326612893544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/2495902326612893544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-learned.html' title='Things I learned...'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-4113469649593273440</id><published>2010-04-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:24:44.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If theres a sign that says food, it doesn't mean you should eat it.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Candilander, Smelly and I went to Wendover and headed to the buffet. (because thats what you do there, you eat.) That night was a seafood buffet and of course yummy yummy yummy prime rib!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On my third round of perusing the food I discovered something that almost made me vomit when I saw the name: DEEP FRIED FROG LEGS! &amp;nbsp;I quickly walked past it and told Smelly and Candilander my discovery. &amp;nbsp;Even though Smelly had three full plates in front of her she made me get up so she could go try this so called delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9Jv0yFqsTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n4V8U_f9ar8/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9Jv0yFqsTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n4V8U_f9ar8/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9Jv0yFqsTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n4V8U_f9ar8/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9JvwdYT2oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/74qyNaowf1w/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9JvwdYT2oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/74qyNaowf1w/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's really gross because even though it is fried, all I can think about is the slimy frog leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9JvwdYT2oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/74qyNaowf1w/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9Jv0yFqsTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n4V8U_f9ar8/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9Jv0yFqsTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/n4V8U_f9ar8/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Emily eating the leg. I know its a blurry picture but it still captures the true face of how she felt. &amp;nbsp;What made it worse was she saw the tendon in the leg. She put the rest down and covered it with her napkin. Yup, I knew not to eat a frog leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-4113469649593273440?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4113469649593273440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=4113469649593273440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4113469649593273440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4113469649593273440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-theres-sign-that-says-food-it-doesnt.html' title='If theres a sign that says food, it doesn&apos;t mean you should eat it.'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S9JvwdYT2oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/74qyNaowf1w/s72-c/IMG_0239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7671157534840999006</id><published>2010-04-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:54:32.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My momma always said you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes . . . .</title><content type='html'>We were in an elevator that was surrounded in mirrors and Smelly had mentioned that her shorts and socks kind of look funny. I looked over and told her it was her shoes that made her look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S8uM3ur33eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gDo5MWClYyw/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S8uM3ur33eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gDo5MWClYyw/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S8uM3ur33eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gDo5MWClYyw/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They look like old man shoes. &amp;nbsp;I thought they were slippers. Her defense was they were from REI so they were cool and best of all comfortable. &amp;nbsp;The best part of this whole conversation was an old lady was in the elevator and she was trying so hard not to laugh at us but it didn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-7671157534840999006?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7671157534840999006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7671157534840999006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7671157534840999006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7671157534840999006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-momma-always-said-you-can-tell-lot.html' title='My momma always said you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes . . . .'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S8uM3ur33eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gDo5MWClYyw/s72-c/IMG_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-6038837013572325432</id><published>2010-03-07T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:13:40.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge a book by it's cover.</title><content type='html'>Saturday I got a text wondering if I could&lt;br /&gt;sub for a coed team that night.  I found a sitter and I was ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always nervous about subbing wether I'll be up to snuff for&lt;br /&gt;the team. Especially when it involves a coed team. Usually coed&lt;br /&gt;teams prefer male keepers. So bias. Pffft &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started and the first shot was drilled at me and I blocked it with the inside of&lt;br /&gt;my leg. If I wasn't wearing pants I'm sure it would have stung a&lt;br /&gt;lot more.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three saves specifically that make me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;1: The ball was coming toward me against the wall and my defense wasn't there yet. So I ran out and got my foot on it a split second before him and was then smashed into the wall by a 200+ pound guy. SAVE!  He was nice and asked if I was ok afterward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: a few minute later the same guy got around the defense and was to my right just inside the box. I charged and slid. I saved the ball while at the same time taking this big guys feet right out from under him. It made me smile. He asked again if I was ok. I did the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: My luckiest save was just that.  The guy was scoring all the goals was coming at me down the center. Again I don't know where my defense was so went to cut off the angle.  He tried to shoot and I caught it between my legs. I still can't beleive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My defense was definately awesome but there are always the times they just aren't there. They saved my butt many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up 10-6 with 4 minutes to go but as always anything can happen.  They got a free PK and the girl was able to get around me. And girl goals are worth 2. Then a scored a goal.  And with one minute to go this girl got a lucky shot. My fingers partially blocked it but not good enough so we lost by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun game and my ego swelled a bit after the game. You can tell when people are just going through the motions and saying good game after and when they mean it. Everybody had a look of amazement and told me I did awesome. Even the ref came over and told me I did well. The team told me I could sub for them anytime. I'm glad I did well for the team. I left that game with a few more bruises, jammed fingers, rug burn, and a slightly bigger head. But that just means I have more pressure to do well if I sub for them again and I'm up to the challenge. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-6038837013572325432?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6038837013572325432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=6038837013572325432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/6038837013572325432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/6038837013572325432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t judge a book by it&apos;s cover.'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-8266831894495404125</id><published>2009-09-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:41:55.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FOUND A FAIL!</title><content type='html'>I am an avid reader of Failblog.org. It makes me laugh to see how dumb people can be. Ever since I started reading this blog I have been on the look out in hopes to find my own fail. (besides what I do on a daily bases)&lt;br /&gt;Well the other day I went to the movies and on my way out, Lo and behold . . . I FOUND A FAIL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited I whipped out my spiffy iphone to take a picture and here it is folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SqANV_LnFMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CuzAbOoOuTM/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SqANV_LnFMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CuzAbOoOuTM/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377312626468918466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't read the sign it says&lt;br /&gt;"No Motorized vehicles allowed on sidewalks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-8266831894495404125?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8266831894495404125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=8266831894495404125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8266831894495404125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8266831894495404125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-found-fail.html' title='I FOUND A FAIL!'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SqANV_LnFMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CuzAbOoOuTM/s72-c/IMG_0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7551545428491855094</id><published>2009-08-18T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:05:42.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts of today (yes I have them occasionally)</title><content type='html'>Today we took trax down town for an event and what made me think was the ride home.  We were waiting at the station with a billion other kids and their many balloons when the train pulled up. It looked like we might have to stand so we headed for the first bench we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat across from this guy in a white shirt in tie.  He scooted up right next to the window and his legs were shaking.  "What is this guys problem?"  I thought he might be a missionary who lost his companion but that went away when I noticed no little black name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Brooklyn came and sat by me and he scooted over even more and was practically staring straight up looking at the top of the buildings.  Here are the things I began to think he was nervous about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germs&lt;br /&gt;kids&lt;br /&gt;women&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;small places&lt;br /&gt;worried his parents would yell at him for talking to strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually another bench opened up closer to my sister so I moved over there to give this guy some space. He only relaxed a little bit. My thought is if being on the trax makes you that nervous, why are you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second thought of the day happened when I turned into my neighborhood and saw a lady working in her yard. If you're going to work in the yard in a camisole PLEASE OH PLEASE where a bra!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-7551545428491855094?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7551545428491855094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7551545428491855094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7551545428491855094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7551545428491855094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-thoughts-of-today-yes-i-have-them.html' title='My thoughts of today (yes I have them occasionally)'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7100974197756391026</id><published>2009-07-19T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:23:11.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and what fun it brings.</title><content type='html'>I was able to go see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince at 11:59! I beet all you who saw it at midnight! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I knew there would be people dressing up so I brought along the camera and I'm glad I did. There were some great costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNArm7IVUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4iK9AkfaG44/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNArm7IVUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4iK9AkfaG44/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360199099428132162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this guy was just dressing up like a wizard but I thought he reminded me of Neville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNAsly5wiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4loqTihJ_iE/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNAsly5wiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4loqTihJ_iE/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360199116305056290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it real well but his hair was redder in person and I thought he looked like Ron but he said he dressed up as Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNAswZUTcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m47O30PtZLw/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNAswZUTcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m47O30PtZLw/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360199119150534082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best McGonagall I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNTX-WLJ2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/e_QhCOt7Lpk/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNTX-WLJ2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/e_QhCOt7Lpk/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360219652839122786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wins the award for the night of being the Nimbus 2000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another couple I saw that I couldn't get a picture of. One was dressed as Lucius Malfoy. He was carrying around his wig but I thought he did a good job. And the girl that was with him did a real good job of being Narcissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the movie was pretty good. The thing I didn't like was there was supposed to be a major battle at the end! And there was NOTHING! You would think that with all the money these movies make they could have a battle scene. Pretty much everything after they left the cave was a let down. I'd still watch it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNAsCqX8eI/AAAAAAAAAHs/p7hcf5tSPAs/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-7100974197756391026?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7100974197756391026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7100974197756391026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7100974197756391026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7100974197756391026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-what-fun-it-brings.html' title='Harry Potter and what fun it brings.'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SmNArm7IVUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4iK9AkfaG44/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-8150257996661717530</id><published>2009-05-28T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:35:45.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Savanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sh8Rq7LKy3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/NXFPdmHN2bs/s1600-h/Savanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sh8Rq7LKy3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/NXFPdmHN2bs/s320/Savanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341007112221412210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving all these funny photos for blackmail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-8150257996661717530?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8150257996661717530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=8150257996661717530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8150257996661717530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8150257996661717530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-savanna.html' title='I love Savanna'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sh8Rq7LKy3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/NXFPdmHN2bs/s72-c/Savanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-5665732509953421634</id><published>2009-05-08T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:28:23.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing up for a night out.</title><content type='html'>So last week I went to see X-men Oragins: Wolverine! Let me tell you how excited I was! I was so excited to get there, I forgot to put on my x-men shirt! For shame on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meeting my friend there who introduced me to x-men back in the day.  I arrived early and was expecting to see people dressed up because who else but crazy people would go to the midnight showing on opening day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, I was very disappointed.  I saw a ton of people walk by and no one was dressed up! I didn't see an x-men symbol either. The closest thing I saw was a little boy in a spiderman sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend finally arrived and right behind her were three boys in white tank tops and here's the funny part. They used a black marker to draw on a beard to look like Wolverine!!! We decided it was because they were not mature enough to grow a beard.  but kudos to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-5665732509953421634?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5665732509953421634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=5665732509953421634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5665732509953421634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5665732509953421634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/05/dressing-up-for-night-out.html' title='Dressing up for a night out.'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-9173822514329026400</id><published>2009-05-06T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:44:41.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE THE WOLVERINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SgJnCSon6rI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VMhSrN7bCkY/s1600-h/IMG_2186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SgJnCSon6rI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VMhSrN7bCkY/s320/IMG_2186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332938197819714226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I had an affair with Wolverine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-9173822514329026400?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/9173822514329026400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=9173822514329026400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/9173822514329026400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/9173822514329026400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/05/beware-wolverine.html' title='BEWARE THE WOLVERINE!'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SgJnCSon6rI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VMhSrN7bCkY/s72-c/IMG_2186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-4330800880379085893</id><published>2009-05-04T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:29:06.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>box fun!</title><content type='html'>what's inside the box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sf_NTgqrdmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W6OVQcYz6xg/s1600-h/IMG_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sf_NTgqrdmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W6OVQcYz6xg/s320/IMG_2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332206218900108898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Shali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sf_NTw59fhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EgaRHFOCS3s/s1600-h/IMG_2160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sf_NTw59fhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EgaRHFOCS3s/s320/IMG_2160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332206223259172370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shali loves Wall-e so much she made a cardboard version of it. She likes to play Wall-e and her and Savanna take turns. Then while she's watching it, she sits inside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-4330800880379085893?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4330800880379085893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=4330800880379085893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4330800880379085893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4330800880379085893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/05/box-fun.html' title='box fun!'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sf_NTgqrdmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W6OVQcYz6xg/s72-c/IMG_2159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-8299515287145399323</id><published>2009-04-16T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:08:19.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a lovely view</title><content type='html'>So in the process of building out our in-laws basement, they threw all the trash out the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SefVBk_SdCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zPYiU9NVRCM/s1600-h/IMG_2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SefVBk_SdCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zPYiU9NVRCM/s320/IMG_2039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325459307474613282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SefVA4nobiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3XEWSmoCFIE/s1600-h/IMG_2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SefVA4nobiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3XEWSmoCFIE/s320/IMG_2036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325459295564230178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SefVBP1709I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2VuJSoeClZA/s1600-h/IMG_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SefVBP1709I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2VuJSoeClZA/s320/IMG_2041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325459301798237138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now they have cleaned up the trash and the kids can see right into our room when they play in the backyard. hmm I think its time for some curtains. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-8299515287145399323?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8299515287145399323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=8299515287145399323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8299515287145399323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8299515287145399323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-what-lovely-view.html' title='oh what a lovely view'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SefVBk_SdCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zPYiU9NVRCM/s72-c/IMG_2039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7872888288352473784</id><published>2009-04-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:24:29.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Survey</title><content type='html'>I received a phone call a few weeks ago from someone in Colorado. I don't answer the phone unless I recognize the number.  But he left a message saying there was going to be a survey in the area and was wondering if I was interested. I had done a survey for this company before so I was all for it!  He asked me a few questions and then said I qualified for this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What they do is they play 5-10 seconds of 500 songs. You fill in little bubbles and rate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SeTiC-dwY5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hsEf5CGZH5I/s1600-h/IMG_2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SeTiC-dwY5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hsEf5CGZH5I/s320/IMG_2115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324629200214188946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I did this I sat next to this annoying girl who sang along with every single 5-10 second song. Ya, that got old REAL fast. You know its going to end in 5 seconds but no! She had to sing along with the 4 words that were played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was much better but the people were very non social. The girl next to me read her book during a break and the other girl was texting on her phone.  It turns out that we did the survey for the local radio station X96.  And Todd Nukem came by after with his funny mohawk.  There's a reason some people are on radio and not television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I made my 60 bucks in 3 hours. Oh ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-7872888288352473784?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7872888288352473784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7872888288352473784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7872888288352473784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7872888288352473784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-survey.html' title='Music Survey'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SeTiC-dwY5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hsEf5CGZH5I/s72-c/IMG_2115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-8291967102938027659</id><published>2009-04-07T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:07:16.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another edition of gross things kids do</title><content type='html'>We were at Kmart looking for a birthday present for one of Shali's friends when I heard a big sneeze.  Then I heard Savanna say "Mommy! Mommy! Booger nose!"  I pulled out a wipey and handed it to her.  She held on to that thing the whole time we were at the store. Sneezing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     While we were in line to check out Savanna was getting in Kaila's face, as usual. Kaila tried to grab her wipey but what did Savanna do??? She gave Kaila the snot covered wipey to play with. I had to get it away from Kaila which made her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Another note, while I was writing this I heard Savanna sneeze so I looked over at her.  She licked her boogers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-8291967102938027659?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8291967102938027659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=8291967102938027659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8291967102938027659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8291967102938027659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-edition-of-gross-things-kids-do.html' title='Another edition of gross things kids do'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-73751840218999097</id><published>2009-03-21T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:54:57.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working at the car wash, oh oh oh oh</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago I had to go pick my sister up from the airport.  My sister is a very clean person so I had to clean out my car and give it a bath. It wasn't horrible but it could use it.&lt;br /&gt;I first vacuumed out my car and I have not mastered the speed of vacuuming. I had to use 2 dollars. AND I moved the girls car seats and it was um ya gross. Nothing gooey or grimy just lots of crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved on to the do it yourself car wash!  For two dollars I had four minutes to make my mini van beautiful! First the presoak, which after halfway through I decided I could get away with just doing this to wash my car. I decided to be good so I threw on the soap and then the foam brush. My girls loved the foam brush because there was tons of PINK to cover the car with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While foaming the car I saw I only had a minute and a half. I put in another dollar, its all I had left in quarters. Now was time for the rinsing. I must be a perfectionist but those darn bubbles would not come off!  I made it around to the front of my car and the sprayer turned off! I didn't hear any beeps! Stupid car wash, not warn me when I'm out of time. So I had to go get two more dollars just to turn it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in the two dollars for four more minutes. I went to grab the sprayer which I did not put back in its holster. I wasn't the smartest person for doing that. It had whipped itself around and underneath the van.  I started to pull on it and it didn't move. I pulled harder and it whipped out and turned in circles making its way back under the van. It was like trying to catch a wild animal! I slowly worked my way up the hose as it kept spinning. I had to jump over the nozzle once or twice than I grabbed it! I came out fairly unscathed.  I finished spraying off the van and saw I had more than two minutes. What was I going to do for two minutes! I turned it to the tire/engine setting and sprayed one tire then I said forget it and drove away. Now I have a clean car. HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-73751840218999097?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/73751840218999097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=73751840218999097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/73751840218999097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/73751840218999097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-at-car-wash-oh-oh-oh-oh.html' title='Working at the car wash, oh oh oh oh'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7958153008898503837</id><published>2009-03-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:32:21.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm, sort of glad I moved.</title><content type='html'>things that have happened in my neighborhood since I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=5832428&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard about a break-in in that neighborhood that involved two little girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-7958153008898503837?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7958153008898503837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7958153008898503837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7958153008898503837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7958153008898503837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmmm-sort-of-glad-i-moved.html' title='Hmmmm, sort of glad I moved.'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7670474806156438917</id><published>2009-03-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:54:41.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal vendetta</title><content type='html'>Travis was going through our boxes in the garage and he said he found a casualty. I heard this news on the phone. My first reaction was " EW EW EW A MOUSE THROW THE BOX AWAY!!!" than I thought about it and asked what was in the box. It was the girls dresses I had been looking for since about a month after we moved all our stuff there.  I took a breath and told him to save it and I'll go through it.&lt;br /&gt;Well its been about two months now since that phone call. I finally got enough courage to go through the box.  I opened it and found droppings but I prevailed. There were a couple dresses that the mouse had eaten but most of them survived.  The top of the box was the dresses and I found where a lot of the clothes I had been looking for were.  I pulled out a couple things and then I saw it. THE MOUSE!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!&lt;br /&gt;I was outside and ran around the trailer five or six times squealing.  I called Travis and he said he would take care of it when he came home.  But then I would be thinking about that mouse ALL day. So I decided to take care of it myself. I walked back over to the box and looked at it then ran around some more squealing. (this is not my proudest moment, I thought I was braver). I found a caulk gun and decided to use that to move the mouse into the bag.  I tried to shove it over. Its tail moved from me touching it so I round around the trailer some more, squealing.&lt;br /&gt;After about five or six tries I finally got it in the bag and in the trash.  Then I decided to toss the rest of the box. I couldn't handle it anymore. The dresses are what I cared about anyway.  The funny thing is there was a small part of me that thought the mouse was cute because it was snuggled up in the clothes asleep. well dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SbrTgQRoThI/AAAAAAAAAFs/99_qznLmztA/s1600-h/house_mouse_uc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SbrTgQRoThI/AAAAAAAAAFs/99_qznLmztA/s320/house_mouse_uc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312791261515107858" 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/7235847984194384570-7670474806156438917?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7670474806156438917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7670474806156438917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7670474806156438917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7670474806156438917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-personal-vendetta.html' title='My personal vendetta'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SbrTgQRoThI/AAAAAAAAAFs/99_qznLmztA/s72-c/house_mouse_uc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-1056477906409391742</id><published>2009-03-13T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:09:00.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been hiding in your oven?</title><content type='html'>The appliances we have for the basement were previously used at my inlaws.  They have been sitting in storage for about 4 years now I think.  I was excited to finally be able to cook because I was tired of cereal and pb&amp;amp;j.  I turned on the oven to preheat so I could cook my frozen lasagna (I know not much better).&lt;br /&gt;   It started to smell funny to me.  I've never used a gas oven before so I went upstairs to ask my inlaws if they would come down and see if it smelled funny to them.  They said it was fine.  I thought they were crazy because as soon as they went upstairs the smell became A LOT worse.  I really didn't want that smell to stick to my lasagna. I turned off the oven, opened ALL the windows and cooked the lasagna in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;  I told Travis about my little endeavore and he decided to investigate.  He found that a mouse had been living in the drawer underneath the oven! No, the mouse was not in there but there was a ton of droppings. He cleaned it out and let it run on 500 degrees for awhile. with all the windows open. &lt;br /&gt;  After all that I was still paranoid to use it so I bought some heavy duty oven cleaner.  It made it look almost new! the scary thing is I don't know if that smell is engraved in my head or if it  still does smell but I think I smell it still when I open the oven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-1056477906409391742?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1056477906409391742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=1056477906409391742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/1056477906409391742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/1056477906409391742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-been-hiding-in-your-oven.html' title='What&apos;s been hiding in your oven?'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-3863047216655468376</id><published>2009-03-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:34:41.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress ups or things to come???</title><content type='html'>Shali and Savanna love to dress up in their costumes. 90% of them are Fairy costumes because Shali has been a fairy 3 years in a row now for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;The other day Shali had a friend over and they went straight for their dress ups.  I was laughing so hard at what Shali came up with.  She came out wearing the undershirt to one of her fairy costumes which has one strap broken. (I know I'm lazy for not fixing it but I hate to sew.)  And for the bottom, it is one of her ice skating skirts.  Flimsy and short short, well because you wear it ice skating. AND of course, the plastic heals.  She looked like she was gloing clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7dSDxpcMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kYUFbMKd_jI/s1600-h/IMG_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7dSDxpcMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kYUFbMKd_jI/s320/IMG_2031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309424313037320386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         She was very creative at coming up with another costume so everyone had one.  Savanna likes to wear her supergirl costume.  What she's holding in her hands is a little apron that she got for her birthday. She likes to wear it on top of her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7d51DQ58I/AAAAAAAAAFM/K_P6JLVJaxM/s1600-h/IMG_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7d51DQ58I/AAAAAAAAAFM/K_P6JLVJaxM/s320/IMG_2031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309424996279445442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their friend came out with a costume on backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7efoRS2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pIZV4F2uWIk/s1600-h/IMG_2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7efoRS2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pIZV4F2uWIk/s320/IMG_2032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309425645683661202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of when Celine Dion wore a tux backwards to the oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7gk5rOtiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cyVqTBVNZcI/s1600-h/CelineDion3_350x435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7gk5rOtiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cyVqTBVNZcI/s320/CelineDion3_350x435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309427935278446114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/Undressed_Oscars2004/CelineDion3_350x435.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But atleast she is modest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-3863047216655468376?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3863047216655468376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=3863047216655468376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3863047216655468376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3863047216655468376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/dress-ups-or-things-to-come.html' title='Dress ups or things to come???'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/Sa7dSDxpcMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kYUFbMKd_jI/s72-c/IMG_2031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7596303690270354531</id><published>2009-02-26T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:50:48.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain came down and floods came up</title><content type='html'>We finally moved in on Valentine's Day.  I'm not quite sure why though.  The kitchen was still under construction, no cupboards, counter top or kitchen sink!!!  We were living off of cereal and pb &amp;amp; j. the staples in life are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well a few days later I was walking into my bedroom and some water squished up from the side of the wood floor!  My first thought was the girls spilled some water. Then I thought the bathroom sink was leaking.  Travis was smart as usual and looked into the laundry room where the main drain is and we had a few inches of water in there. IT WAS BACKING UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We grabbed all the towels we could but it kept coming.  It started to seep into our new hotel carpet! We couldn't stop the floods from coming.  We tried calling a plumber but it was upwards of 300 at night we we decided to wait till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took apart our room and shoved everything to one side.  My computer desk made a great night stand! I kind of missed it when we put it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we got a plumber and some fans to dry our carpet. Luckily it was bath water that came out of the drain and not um *cough* other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SabXJkQFqcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LT3f2VId38w/s1600-h/IMG_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SabXJkQFqcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LT3f2VId38w/s320/IMG_2018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307165770252659138" 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/7235847984194384570-7596303690270354531?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7596303690270354531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7596303690270354531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7596303690270354531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7596303690270354531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-came-down-and-floods-came-up.html' title='The rain came down and floods came up'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SabXJkQFqcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LT3f2VId38w/s72-c/IMG_2018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-5757007666420819453</id><published>2009-02-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:07:17.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpet'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Hotel Burnett de casa</title><content type='html'>In building out the basement of my brother in law we have come upon issues that I'm sure lots of people come across.  The MONEY issue.  We came to a stand still and couldn't go much further without this so called money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Through Travis's work they are connected to this thing called Tradia where you can do work for trade and get other things back.  Well we dove in and searched for carpet.  It took awhile for them to get back to us and then they told us how things would go down.  They would come install the carpet for free and we could get whatever surplus carpet they had for free. All we had to do was buy the padding.  I figured we could do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So Travis went to pick up the carpet samples we could choose from. Over the phone he sounded really excited.  IT WAS A CRUEL JOKE!  He came back with grey pokey office carpet and this weird flower carpet that looks like it came from a hotel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SabKKxrwywI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9PHQ9v6ZADU/s1600-h/IMG_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SabKKxrwywI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9PHQ9v6ZADU/s320/IMG_2019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307151497387100930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I asked Travis what other options we had like getting remnants or something. But it all came back to that one thing, MONEY.  So we decided to go with the flower looking hotel carpet. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     So now I have my very own hotel! The weird thing is it goes with every color we painted on the wall. The girls room has pink in it, the hallway is green and the other rooms are browny beige.  and it hides things a little too well. We keep stepping on little toys and what not because it blends in with the carpet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-5757007666420819453?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5757007666420819453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=5757007666420819453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5757007666420819453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5757007666420819453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-hotel-burnett-de-casa.html' title='Welcome to Hotel Burnett de casa'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SabKKxrwywI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9PHQ9v6ZADU/s72-c/IMG_2019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-5380192499674894127</id><published>2009-02-10T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:19:47.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>Let them eat cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; This year for Savanna's birthday I thought I would put a little more effort into her cake.  She really likes Cinderella so I thought I would try.  I used the wrong end of the paintbrush, a toothpick, and a baby spoon. Yay for not buying decorating tips! lol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZH28GhjM1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-gMHtv7eFe8/s1600-h/IMG_1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZH28GhjM1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-gMHtv7eFe8/s320/IMG_1991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301289748795700050" 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/7235847984194384570-5380192499674894127?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5380192499674894127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=5380192499674894127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5380192499674894127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5380192499674894127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat cake!'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZH28GhjM1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-gMHtv7eFe8/s72-c/IMG_1991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-3843728537734484288</id><published>2009-02-10T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:55:21.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendover pt.3: the Gambler . . .</title><content type='html'>Smelly and I sat at a video poker machine. She says she does better on those.  I sat next to her and played nickel video poker. I figure I was paying my 5 cents to keep me entertained because I knew I wouldn't win anything.&lt;br /&gt; Candilander told us about this amazing thing that when  you sit at a slot machine or something they bring around FREE WATER AND SODA!!!  Smelly and I were really looking forward to this.  We sat down and kept our eyes pealed for the drink lady(for lack of better term).  After I was down two dollars we decided to switch machines.  And then we heard that glorious sound of the waitress saying "free drinks?"!!! Smelly and I both said cherry coke at the same time.  There version of cherry coke is coke with marchino cherries in it.  Not the premade stuff. OOOOH were we excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHyNKWoMMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uCKZJjbhtrI/s1600-h/IMG_1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHyNKWoMMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uCKZJjbhtrI/s320/IMG_1980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284544323268802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As soon as we had our drinks we went to find Candilander being I was down another dollar.  We finally found her and she didn't want to say how much she had lost.  She was very annoyed that I was only down 3 dollars.  I headed for the penny slots because thats what I'm best at and its only a penny!  Smelly found another video poker machine and Candilander sat next to me. I told her I had to win my three dollars back.  Not even kidding, the third time I pushed the button it started beeping because its all electronic now and it doesn't ding.  I was thinking yay I might get my three dollars!  When it hit that point it kept on going and I started to laugh.  It beeped for about 5 minutes.  I had won 1247 credits which translates to $12.47! Ya baby! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHxZl6yaKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CNKu1C6lTdQ/s1600-h/IMG_1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHxZl6yaKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CNKu1C6lTdQ/s320/IMG_1982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301283658369493154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that had been a dollar machinge I would have over one thousand dolalrs, but I dont play those because I'm not supposed to gamble. . . .&lt;br /&gt;    Candilander gave me that annoyed look and was being gitty for my 12 dollars.  I printed my voucher and ended it there.  We headed to the cash machine so I could get my 12 dollars and Smelly could get her two dollars.  I think Candilander was embarresed by us but we all have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHxaGBw5YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eUHSbnE4BEY/s1600-h/IMG_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHxaGBw5YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eUHSbnE4BEY/s320/IMG_1984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301283666988688770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHxaUvViKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1huVzg1ZQHo/s1600-h/win.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHxaUvViKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1huVzg1ZQHo/s320/win.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301283670937929890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a link to Smelly's podcast of our trip. http://www.emhedrick.com/emLogs/Podcast/Entries/2009/2/1_026_|_emLogs_|_Wendover.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-3843728537734484288?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3843728537734484288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=3843728537734484288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3843728537734484288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3843728537734484288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/wendover-pt3-gambler.html' title='Wendover pt.3: the Gambler . . .'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SZHyNKWoMMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uCKZJjbhtrI/s72-c/IMG_1980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-6137568563666085602</id><published>2009-02-06T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:08:12.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What were you thinking???</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Travis on the phone and he said he was going to the office. He had to pick up another toilet because the one they had was broken.  He pulled into the parking lot and said there it is. I asked if it was just sitting there in the parking lot.  He said yes.  This picture is the first thought that came to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYzCRwsE1AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ncN2NRyovvY/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYzCRwsE1AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ncN2NRyovvY/s320/toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299824471891563522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random toilet sitting in the parking lot.  I then asked him while I was laughing but he said it was in a box. I was kind of disappointed. Oh well, my thoughts are better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-6137568563666085602?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6137568563666085602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=6137568563666085602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/6137568563666085602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/6137568563666085602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-were-you-thinking.html' title='What were you thinking???'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYzCRwsE1AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ncN2NRyovvY/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-1260547951526675930</id><published>2009-02-02T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:30:53.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs6YXX7YI/AAAAAAAAADU/Upj1ARcK2bU/s1600-h/IMG_1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs6YXX7YI/AAAAAAAAADU/Upj1ARcK2bU/s320/IMG_1964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298252868109200770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other amazing point of interest of the drive to Wendover is a sculpture!  Its some tree that looks like it has tennis balls and croquet balls stuck to it.  I found out more information when I googled it!!&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaphor:_The_Tree_of_Utah&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Metaphor: The Tree of Utah&lt;/b&gt; is an 87 feet (26.5 m) tall sculpture that was created by the Swedish artist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Momen" title="Karl Momen"&gt;Karl Momen&lt;/a&gt; in the 1980s and dedicated in 1986. It is located in the desolate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Salt_Lake_Desert" title="Great Salt Lake Desert"&gt;Great Salt Lake Desert&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utah" title="Utah"&gt;Utah&lt;/a&gt; on the north side of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I-80" title="I-80" class="mw-redirect"&gt;I-80&lt;/a&gt; about 25 miles east of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wendover,_Utah" title="Wendover, Utah"&gt;Wendover, Utah&lt;/a&gt;. The sculpture, which is constructed mainly of concrete, consists of a squarish 'trunk' holding up six spheres that are coated with natural rock and minerals native to Utah. There are also several hollow sphere segments on the ground around the base. The sculpture is also sometimes called the &lt;b&gt;Tree of Life&lt;/b&gt; and was visited by the contestants on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Amazing_Race:_Family_Edition" title="The Amazing Race: Family Edition" class="mw-redirect"&gt;The Amazing Race: Family Edition&lt;/a&gt; in 2005.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inscribed on the plaque are the words: "A hymn to our universe whose glory and dimension is beyond all myth and imagination." It has been said that Momen was moved to create the 87 foot tall tree by the "vastness and relative emptiness" of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonneville_Salt_Flats" title="Bonneville Salt Flats"&gt;Bonneville Salt Flats&lt;/a&gt;, and that the tree "brings space, nature, myth and technology together"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Who new it was on a TV show. I must have missed that episode.  Any way we had fun stopping at the tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs65f_qEI/AAAAAAAAADk/wiioXSbEIY8/s1600-h/IMG_1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs65f_qEI/AAAAAAAAADk/wiioXSbEIY8/s320/IMG_1966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298252877003728962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs6sKOwtI/AAAAAAAAADc/uqJ0cmFh4oM/s1600-h/IMG_1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs6sKOwtI/AAAAAAAAADc/uqJ0cmFh4oM/s320/IMG_1965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298252873422783186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the middle of that broken piece there was a very tiny frozen pool. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs7HSVjpI/AAAAAAAAADs/JgXwEna3Os0/s1600-h/IMG_1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs7HSVjpI/AAAAAAAAADs/JgXwEna3Os0/s320/IMG_1967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298252880704540306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-1260547951526675930?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1260547951526675930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=1260547951526675930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/1260547951526675930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/1260547951526675930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/tree-of-life.html' title='Tree of Life'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcs6YXX7YI/AAAAAAAAADU/Upj1ARcK2bU/s72-c/IMG_1964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-2141352135907373820</id><published>2009-02-02T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:17:57.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Flats</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday my friends and I decided to spend the day together at Wendover.  There was no particular reason to go there, just something to do.&lt;br /&gt;The drive there is not a very interesting drive.  When you look to the left. . .. nothing, to the right .. . . nothing but possibly a mountain in the distance.  The first major thing you pass is the salt factory.  What a great place to get salt since they are next to The Great Salt Lake AND the Bonniville Salt Flats!&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a rest stop to play at the salt flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcpySCJjgI/AAAAAAAAADE/y4TugXduX3w/s1600-h/IMG_1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcpySCJjgI/AAAAAAAAADE/y4TugXduX3w/s320/IMG_1975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298249430435728898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcpxhFJXNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OkHtk_YyB30/s1600-h/IMG_1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcpxhFJXNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OkHtk_YyB30/s320/IMG_1970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298249417294961874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert Smelly's picture here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discovered at the rest stop there was a pet corral, with no gate. Is it the designated poop area? No, because as we discovered on the Salt Flats, there was poop everywhere.  There is no gate on the corral to lock up your horse or cow or um sheep. So I don't really understand the point of it but it made some fun pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcpyzRpLfI/AAAAAAAAADM/XCOCpoDouEc/s1600-h/IMG_1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcpyzRpLfI/AAAAAAAAADM/XCOCpoDouEc/s320/IMG_1976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298249439359086066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*again, insert picture here when Smelly e-mails me them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-2141352135907373820?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2141352135907373820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=2141352135907373820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/2141352135907373820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/2141352135907373820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/salt-flats.html' title='Salt Flats'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SYcpySCJjgI/AAAAAAAAADE/y4TugXduX3w/s72-c/IMG_1975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-146067865490112392</id><published>2009-01-21T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:46:51.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>lose something?</title><content type='html'>I was at a wrapping party before Christmas. Some of the wives got together (that sounds polygamist) to wrap all the gifts without being bothered.  Everybody brought some kind of snack to share.  Somebody brought apples and I think it was caramel dip? I dunno but I had some.  I was sitting on the couch munching away waiting for others to show up. (I'm friends with the others from lost. =D)  I don't remember how it happened but I think Kaila made a grab for my plate and it went flying!  I had three apple slices on it but I could only find two.  I looked under the couch, by the end table, all over the floor. It was no where to be seen.  I gave up and began to wrap presents.&lt;br /&gt;  About an hour later I decided it was time to go home because Kaila was helping me unwrap presents instead of wrap them. I grabbed my shoes to put them on and I sat down and felt a lump by my ankle.  I FOUND THE APPLE SLICE!  It was in the cuff of my pants.  A little background as to why I couldn't find it.  The sewing machine and I are not friends.  I bought a pair of pants that was slightly too long.  So I decided just to have a cuff . . . . that is 4 inches long.  So that's why I couldn't find the apple.  Moral of the story: hem your pants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-146067865490112392?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/146067865490112392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=146067865490112392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/146067865490112392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/146067865490112392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/lose-something.html' title='lose something?'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-8637186321097024242</id><published>2009-01-20T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:48:48.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faceless Pictures. Insert here!</title><content type='html'>While we were in California we ventured down to Ventura to hang out at the beach. It was sad because it was very very very very cold. Shali wanted to go swimming.  So instead we walked around the shops and we stumbled upon some of those  headless paintings you can put your face in and be anybody you want to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTLRIOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vB8t9rBPEIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTLRIOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vB8t9rBPEIQ/s320/IMG_1859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293509865062155122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTKyREexI/AAAAAAAAACk/0VEd1ZjQRRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTKyREexI/AAAAAAAAACk/0VEd1ZjQRRQ/s320/IMG_1857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293509856777763602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTKbS3SJI/AAAAAAAAACc/ONeD9YtRfPE/s1600-h/IMG_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTKbS3SJI/AAAAAAAAACc/ONeD9YtRfPE/s320/IMG_1856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293509850611271826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTLDUyYaI/AAAAAAAAACs/kLN3mYrgKsw/s1600-h/IMG_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTLDUyYaI/AAAAAAAAACs/kLN3mYrgKsw/s320/IMG_1858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293509861356757410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although now that I actually look at the pictures, its kind of weird and creepy to see Savanna as a mermaid with umm that chest.  Maybe I should delete it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-8637186321097024242?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8637186321097024242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=8637186321097024242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8637186321097024242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/8637186321097024242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/faceless-pictures-insert-here.html' title='Faceless Pictures. Insert here!'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SXZTLRIOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vB8t9rBPEIQ/s72-c/IMG_1859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-4465852483736115327</id><published>2009-01-11T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:06:14.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>Nastalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqZlZntp7I/AAAAAAAAACU/YlonzskqrHk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqZlZntp7I/AAAAAAAAACU/YlonzskqrHk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290209580111734706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqYykRShUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/skfZTqj2lzg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;For Christmas this year my sister surprised me and gave me a photo of me sitting on Santa's lap when I was little. She has been working on scanning slides and she came across this one.  She put it in a cute little frame and took the time to hot glue little red jingle bells all around the frame.  Only problem was the glue didn't like the surface so I am slowly losing little red balls everywhere. I giver her an A for effort though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look closer at the picture I noticed there was something funny.  She scanned the slide in backwards because there is a sign above me that is supposed to say NEW but instead it says WEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqYyzvlYEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5m7DnmkyBEs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqYyzvlYEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5m7DnmkyBEs/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208710950740034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed this out to her and then she showed me a candy cane growing out of my head. Which is a huge Faux pa in the photography world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqYzDW-8bI/AAAAAAAAACE/gfjuoLh6WrY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqYzDW-8bI/AAAAAAAAACE/gfjuoLh6WrY/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208715142525362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she looked closer and saw an arm growing out of the side of me which was holding the candy cane growing out of my head. Ya, it Lisa who gave me the picture sabotaging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqYzp5hU-I/AAAAAAAAACM/OR4q3sInEbE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqYzp5hU-I/AAAAAAAAACM/OR4q3sInEbE/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208725487932386" 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/7235847984194384570-4465852483736115327?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4465852483736115327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=4465852483736115327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4465852483736115327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4465852483736115327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/nastalgia.html' title='Nastalgia'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWqZlZntp7I/AAAAAAAAACU/YlonzskqrHk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-40609698851952448</id><published>2009-01-11T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:17:02.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS ALIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>Kaila was crawling under my desk and she proceeded to hit the printer like she usually does. Then to my surprise I hear the scanner turn on and it appears on the computer. KAILA FIXED IT! I don't know what she did but it works. HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-40609698851952448?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/40609698851952448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=40609698851952448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/40609698851952448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/40609698851952448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-alive.html' title='ITS ALIVE!!!'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-340685858693030145</id><published>2009-01-11T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:28:46.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump'/><title type='text'>Everybody needs to have fun</title><content type='html'>This past December we were on our way to California for a funeral for Travis's Grandpa. Along the way we stopped at state line and stayed at Whiskey Pete's. I know, what a lovely place to bring your kids!  I was hoping we would get there soon enough to go swimming because its always hot in Nevada!!!  We get there and the first thing I do is look at the pool and its closed for the season. LAME! oh well. Good thing I didn't tell my kids about it or they would have pesterd me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;  We make it up to our room and we have a while before bed time plus they've been sleeping in the car so there's no way they are going to sleep.  With a little encouragement from me we started to jump around the room from bed to bed and to the chairs. It was a blast.  Who say's you&lt;br /&gt;can't have fun in the middle of no where!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWp_8FUcRwI/AAAAAAAAABk/oh3vB9AkEvg/s1600-h/IMG_1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWp_8FUcRwI/AAAAAAAAABk/oh3vB9AkEvg/s320/IMG_1850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290181382496864002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWp_8s6Yo3I/AAAAAAAAABs/5GXZ219o8ow/s1600-h/IMG_1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWp_8s6Yo3I/AAAAAAAAABs/5GXZ219o8ow/s320/IMG_1846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290181393124991858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWp_7hTkUyI/AAAAAAAAABc/tVVRQfB5JSs/s1600-h/IMG_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWp_7hTkUyI/AAAAAAAAABc/tVVRQfB5JSs/s320/IMG_1853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290181372829520674" 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/7235847984194384570-340685858693030145?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/340685858693030145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=340685858693030145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/340685858693030145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/340685858693030145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/everybody-needs-to-have-fun.html' title='Everybody needs to have fun'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SWp_8FUcRwI/AAAAAAAAABk/oh3vB9AkEvg/s72-c/IMG_1850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-5830014983794622317</id><published>2009-01-08T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:20:36.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross things kids do.</title><content type='html'>Shali and Savanna  recently went to a birthday party.  They were very kind to send a thank you note and some gum for the girls.  I gave the girls the reminder about chewing gum and making sure it goes in the garbage and not going to sleep with it in your mouth because it gets stuck in your hair and then we have to cut all you hair off. (run on sentence, I know.) &lt;br /&gt;   This morning as I was getting the girls ready, I was brushing Shali's hair and found a big wad of gum stuck at the end. I was able to get it out with out shaving her head.  Apparently I left it on the counter because this afternoon she comes in chewing gum. I asked her where she got it and she said from Katie.  There were only two peices of gum in the envelope and Savanna had the other.   Eventually I got her to confess she grabbed it off the counter and started chewing it again. Boy was she mad I made her spit it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-5830014983794622317?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5830014983794622317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=5830014983794622317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5830014983794622317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5830014983794622317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/gross-things-kids-do.html' title='Gross things kids do.'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-26477784265919176</id><published>2008-12-30T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:27:32.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical difficulties</title><content type='html'>So I have all these things I wanted to blog about but they all required a photo of some sort. One of which needed to be scanned.  I think my scanner is rejecting me because every time I push the scan button it blinks at me like "haha I will not scan for you!" &lt;br /&gt;Then I tried taking a picture of the photo and it didn't turn out how I wanted it too.  Electronics don't like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-26477784265919176?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/26477784265919176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=26477784265919176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/26477784265919176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/26477784265919176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical difficulties'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-3444420141407787939</id><published>2008-12-16T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:43:29.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck'/><title type='text'>Here's your sign . .</title><content type='html'>I live in Utah and it snows a lot here. You would think by now people would have some savvy when it came to snow.  As I was driving home today I saw someone on their 4-wheeler plowing the sidewalks.  He proceeded to do a three point turn at which his second point he backed down a hill slightly.  And you guessed it!! HE GOT STUCK!! &lt;br /&gt;     I was sitting at a stoplight so I was able to amuse myself and watch him struggle to get out.  But alas, the light turned green so I wasn't able to see the end result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-3444420141407787939?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3444420141407787939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=3444420141407787939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3444420141407787939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3444420141407787939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-your-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s your sign . .'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-1033191533496434678</id><published>2008-12-13T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:46:45.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know how Santa pays for Chirstmas!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So this weekend we were heading down to California and we stayed the night at the state line.  Which is a whole different blog in its self.  But in the morning when we were taking our bags out to the car I spotted someone leaving the casino.  IT WAS SANTA!!!!!  He had a beard, red shirt and suspenders. I think the reindeer were invisible because I couldn't find his sleigh.   He must either be very good at gambling to pay for everything or very bad and that's why he has elf slaves making all the toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-1033191533496434678?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1033191533496434678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=1033191533496434678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/1033191533496434678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/1033191533496434678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-how-santa-pays-for-chirstmas.html' title='I know how Santa pays for Chirstmas!!!!!'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-2803657451891279272</id><published>2008-12-09T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:39:00.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST9OdX68CCI/AAAAAAAAABU/qroKHriUGX0/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST9OdX68CCI/AAAAAAAAABU/qroKHriUGX0/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278023554845902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Awww the Santa pictures. It's nice to not have grumpy children even though they make the best pictures.  This is the 7th year with this same Santa and I think I'm going to stop going there.&lt;br /&gt;     Normally when we go to visit Santa there is a line with some cheesy decorations and you can bring your own camera if you want along with their service of taking pictures.  This year it was way to high tech and over stimulating.  They had the Christmas music playing and all these different buttons and movies and crazy lights. It was very over stimulating.  And you HAD to buy one of their picture packages if you wanted to use your camera.  We stood in line for an hour but Shali was so excited to see him that I didn't want to tell her we are going somewhere else.  So if they use this same company again representing Santa we will be going somewhere else.  Sorry for my rant but aren't the girls CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-2803657451891279272?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2803657451891279272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=2803657451891279272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/2803657451891279272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/2803657451891279272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST9OdX68CCI/AAAAAAAAABU/qroKHriUGX0/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-5991304090662565880</id><published>2008-12-08T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:59:01.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>It seems like every time I try to take a family picture, there is at least one very unhappy child. Don't believe me? Look at the photos. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4h-YHnqFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ahKzPaYsTWI/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4h-YHnqFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ahKzPaYsTWI/s320/fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277693168834816082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4jDB8omlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/glwLjBOsTC8/s1600-h/Family+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4jDB8omlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/glwLjBOsTC8/s320/Family+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277694348294134354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4jkssH8xI/AAAAAAAAABE/pGKr8tcSh5w/s1600-h/Picture+406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4jkssH8xI/AAAAAAAAABE/pGKr8tcSh5w/s320/Picture+406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277694926703293202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4igt-kLJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ko1ZXoUFfo0/s1600-h/IMG_1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4igt-kLJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ko1ZXoUFfo0/s320/IMG_1466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277693758817971346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of some miracle we pulled one off tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4lAvWYYJI/AAAAAAAAABM/1aTgkxwi60M/s1600-h/Dec+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4lAvWYYJI/AAAAAAAAABM/1aTgkxwi60M/s320/Dec+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277696507965366418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I really want to take one at the beach. Who knows what will happen . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-5991304090662565880?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5991304090662565880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=5991304090662565880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5991304090662565880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/5991304090662565880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/ST4h-YHnqFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ahKzPaYsTWI/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-7144811490957665731</id><published>2008-12-06T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:06:54.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snack time</title><content type='html'>So, I'm getting the munchies and I decide to go upstairs and see what there is to eat. I look in the pantry and nothing calls to me so I head over to the fridge. I open it and find these ugly fish heads staring at me! Who can eat when a fish is staring at you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/STtn6vz6YZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BQQtVkDvgPY/s1600-h/IMG_1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/STtn6vz6YZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BQQtVkDvgPY/s320/IMG_1831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276925647358943634" 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/7235847984194384570-7144811490957665731?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7144811490957665731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=7144811490957665731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7144811490957665731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/7144811490957665731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/snack-time.html' title='snack time'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/STtn6vz6YZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BQQtVkDvgPY/s72-c/IMG_1831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-4033683790782725567</id><published>2008-12-05T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:37:30.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not easy picking green.</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that we are in the process of building out a basement.  We are now into the fifth month of working on this and we are finally painting.  Which means I have to pick out colors!!&lt;br /&gt;          My old house was blue with a blue kitchen and a tan room here and there.  Travis rushed me to pick out all the colors for the whole house in one night and I wasn't happy with it but I didn't want to fork out the money to repaint it.  So yesterday, Travis tried to force that upon me again and pick out everything all out once. OH! but I have learned this time.&lt;br /&gt;         Tara and I went to Lowe's a few days earlier and picked out "Hazy Jade" for the kitchen/dining area.  I left the sample at her house and of course it was lost.  So I met Travis at the paint store thinking it would be no problem to find a similar color because I already had one picked out.&lt;br /&gt;    Low and behold I walk to the paint samples and there are 50 different kinds of GREEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/STmesiKG8_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WZpbS4SwAJg/s1600-h/swatches2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/STmesiKG8_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WZpbS4SwAJg/s320/swatches2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276422926361883634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile they all started looking the same color of green.  My brain turned to mush and I went eeny meany miney mo. Use that green.  And after all of that Travis tried to get me to pick the color for our bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-4033683790782725567?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4033683790782725567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=4033683790782725567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4033683790782725567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/4033683790782725567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-easy-picking-green.html' title='Its not easy picking green.'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/STmesiKG8_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WZpbS4SwAJg/s72-c/swatches2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-3069121190333663815</id><published>2008-12-04T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:07:37.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I iz smert</title><content type='html'>To all my many, many, many, many blog followers, you have probably noticed my lack of blogging. Well, I forgot how to find my blog. I told Emily and she linked it for me. So look for great things to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SThuJY5_prI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6hEyReVtqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276088071048111794" style="width: 229px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SThuJY5_prI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6hEyReVtqQ/s320/IMG_1827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Facepalm: because expressing how dumb that was in words just doesn't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-3069121190333663815?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3069121190333663815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=3069121190333663815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3069121190333663815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3069121190333663815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-iz-smert.html' title='I iz smert'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/SThuJY5_prI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6hEyReVtqQ/s72-c/IMG_1827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7235847984194384570.post-3548540852836373241</id><published>2008-11-11T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:27:51.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a good thing we have necks</title><content type='html'>Necks are a wonderful part of our body. They help us move our head around so we can see this wonderful world. Necks also keep our head from falling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The reason I bring up this fascinating body part is my baby's new found use for it.  She is 7 months old and has discovered how to shake her head.  It started with her daddy teaching her.  When we put her in her car seat she shakes her head. When we put her in bed she shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she shook her head so much I thought she was going to get shaken baby syndrom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Its a good thing her neck is there to hold her head on and bring me this joy and definate laughter of watching my baby shake her head and tell me I'm not her mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7235847984194384570-3548540852836373241?l=burnettblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3548540852836373241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7235847984194384570&amp;postID=3548540852836373241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3548540852836373241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7235847984194384570/posts/default/3548540852836373241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnettblogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-good-thing-we-have-necks.html' title='Its a good thing we have necks'/><author><name>Burnett Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789540117116054157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nC4DQmZX-U/S94EWg9zzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/wLjyI_07MqU/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
