<?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-4570770208732131189</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:03:10.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumncrombie and Mitch</title><subtitle type='html'>"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous"
                   - Ingrid Bergman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-7332113055359885245</id><published>2011-01-26T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:57:37.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/TUBudtwIFiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LAbt6oQ7yjQ/s1600/June%2B2009%2Bto%2BSeptember%2B2009%2B288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566570596206646818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/TUBudtwIFiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LAbt6oQ7yjQ/s320/June%2B2009%2Bto%2BSeptember%2B2009%2B288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that sometimes Heavenly Father throws things at you in life for multiple reasons. For one reason, to show you how much he believes in you. Two, to strenghten you. Three, to show you who and how people really are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned some superb qualities about my husband as of late. When we were in Lake Powell with my family we had terrible weather with a capitol errible. It was nice to see that in those circumstances, he does what needs to be done, is smart enough to see what needs to be done, and helps anyone in an emergency. It was a side of him I had never seen and I was pleasantly pleased by him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More recently and I think my most favorite is his heart of pure integrity. He is willing to risk it all, do anything for what he knows to be right. I love that about him. He has a pure heart and I never realized how pure it was until this last week. For events I don't feel appropriate to mention on this blog I am happy to say I married Mitchell Greaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its amazing to me how peoples true selves come out in a time of trial, emergency, or desperation. Sometimes we may be suprised, pleased and most tragically disappointed by how people handle situations. I am happy to know my husband has a good heart no matter the consequence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you with all my heart Mitchell Jon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Thanks to my sisters too for helping in the gathering of the The Wardrobe. Too bad we couldn't get the Lion and the Witch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-7332113055359885245?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/7332113055359885245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=7332113055359885245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7332113055359885245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7332113055359885245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2011/01/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/TUBudtwIFiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LAbt6oQ7yjQ/s72-c/June%2B2009%2Bto%2BSeptember%2B2009%2B288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-3313721660978914537</id><published>2011-01-18T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T11:14:22.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM...</title><content type='html'>Sorry this is nothing exciting. In fact no one will read this because Im sure everyone is getting used to not seeing anything new on my blog and who wants to read a sad story again? I got on my blog the other day to see what my friends have put on their blogs, but my blog is blank. Just a white page saying "nothing to see here....." Very sad it feels like blogger has shut me out. Ha ha but I have looked at other blogs that haven't updated in over a year and theirs still come up. Not sure what is going on, however this blog is merely to see if my blog will reappear. Its basically selfish intent because I just want to use it to see when my friends are updating. I would like to say I will blog more often but we all know I have said that thousands of times and yet nothing has happened. Maybe someday I will get the inspiration to blog, just not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-3313721660978914537?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/3313721660978914537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=3313721660978914537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3313721660978914537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3313721660978914537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmmm.html' title='HMMM...'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-8442963105457392494</id><published>2010-01-18T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:01:52.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Best Dog a girl could ask for!</title><content type='html'>This is about a month late, but in true Autumn fashion it should come to no surprise to any of you. This little sweet face below was the love of my life, my best friend, my kid, and the thing that loved me no matter what. We went through some tough times together he and I and just as our life settled as a real family, he left. I guess he was just there to make sure I go what I really deserved in life and when that was final he was safe to go.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0GODya1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/6KJU8Fk_iwU/s1600-h/1374230-R1-009-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433509494391991122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0GODya1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/6KJU8Fk_iwU/s320/1374230-R1-009-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew took these pictures of him his very first Christmas. I bought him for my ex-boyfriends kids but somehow my brother Josh knew he would eventually be mine. He told me yeah right we all know whos dog he really is. The poor boy was deserted by his first mom when she followed her boyfriend to vegas and took his sisters with him. He was left in my care and eventually his first dad was kicked out of his life. (Brodie never really like his first dad, funny thing is no one really did, I guess dogs really can judge character).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0FX0lw9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Z1GwbXR2FD8/s1600-h/1374230-R1-007-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433509479832732626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0FX0lw9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Z1GwbXR2FD8/s320/1374230-R1-007-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brodie loved ropes even as a baby. However give him a rope with anything on it and he would chew it off until it was just a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0EjlDRMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XR_f_d9BQoQ/s1600-h/_DSC7799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433509465808913602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0EjlDRMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XR_f_d9BQoQ/s320/_DSC7799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brodie started getting sick at the beginning of December, vomiting and diarhea was an everyday occurance. I eventually called the vet when it continued on for several days. Thinking he had some virus, and with a little magic pill it would clear up, unfortunately that was not the case. The night before I was petting him underneath his chin and felt some lumps on each side. The next day at the doctor I pointed them out to the doctor and he felt around some more and found six more lumps. Telling me what no pet lover ever expects to hear when their dog is only four. He had lymphatic cancer which is a form of leukemia. They could do Chemo however they consider six months a success. I couldn't bear to put my dog through that. I left there sad but thinking I had a couple of weeks. So I asked my nephew to take some pictures of our family ( I know its cheesy to say family, but I treated like my kid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0Dw7YVGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zKDNvssVTqI/s1600-h/_DSC7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433509452212360290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0Dw7YVGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zKDNvssVTqI/s320/_DSC7772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided I would take a picture of him everyday of his life after that, not knowing that would be one week and a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0DK6By2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/eeoNq4iZe0g/s1600-h/DSCF2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433509442006141794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0DK6By2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/eeoNq4iZe0g/s320/DSCF2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was such a funny dog about his food. He wanted it in its correct spot. Sometimes he would put himself on the starvation diet and not eat for a few days. He was so funny. This reminds me of when he was a puppy when their ears are so big they dangle in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ew6Zdp87I/AAAAAAAAAb0/tO7yel-mW3g/s1600-h/DSCF2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433505992759964594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ew6Zdp87I/AAAAAAAAAb0/tO7yel-mW3g/s320/DSCF2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He always had to be next to me. If I was cooking in the kitchen there he was laying in the room. Even when he was so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ew6LEo2II/AAAAAAAAAbs/431jOrebKlw/s1600-h/DSCF2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433505988896938114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ew6LEo2II/AAAAAAAAAbs/431jOrebKlw/s320/DSCF2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things about Brodie was when he would lay at my feet when I was sewing. He didn't like anything else to have my attention sometimes he would lay right on the pedal. I was busy working on his Uncle Josh's blanket while he was sick but at least he got to have me around all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ew4GN53wI/AAAAAAAAAbU/s0CS_7oRhrs/s1600-h/DSCF2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433505953233886978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ew4GN53wI/AAAAAAAAAbU/s0CS_7oRhrs/s320/DSCF2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my other favorite things was our routines. I would wake up in the morning and he would be there waiting and then walk to the door to be let out. Then he would walk to the cupboard where his food was and sit patiently waiting for his food. The other routine was the bathroom. Anytime I went pee or showered he wanted to be involved. He would always lay on my clothes while I showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev74wcf3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/--NVXyQ0i0U/s1600-h/DSCF2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433504918828515186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev74wcf3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/--NVXyQ0i0U/s320/DSCF2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man oh man did my brodie love the snow. Its one of the things that is the hardest to see. Everytime there is fresh snow I will think of him. He would always get so excited, it is a schmorgeshborg to him. He loved eating snow and ice. Anytime you would get out ice from the freezer he would come running to get ice, but he would never eat it in the kitchen he always took it back to a specific spot in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev7ePS1dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Tpkikzs28-0/s1600-h/DSCF2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433504911710148050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev7ePS1dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Tpkikzs28-0/s320/DSCF2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Brodies favorite spot to sleep right on the couch. It was the perfect place to lay his head in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev6-GyKpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7X9ZYfY1lTY/s1600-h/DSCF2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433504903084518034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev6-GyKpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7X9ZYfY1lTY/s320/DSCF2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite. He would always come to the edge of the couch when he needed something. Food, treats water, or to be let out. He would rest his head, look up and you and shake his tail. Or if you were busy doing something and he felt he needed attention. It became Jason's (Mitchs little brother) favorite thing about Brodie. This picture was a little forced so it doesn't have the sweet begging tenderness to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev6GRyX_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/RmY1Vy_UB1I/s1600-h/DSCF2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433504888098283506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev6GRyX_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/RmY1Vy_UB1I/s320/DSCF2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another sweet picture of Brodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev5QKlHLI/AAAAAAAAAas/wnmnhfGKdCs/s1600-h/DSCF2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433504873572539570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2ev5QKlHLI/AAAAAAAAAas/wnmnhfGKdCs/s320/DSCF2107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brodie loved riding in the car. He never layed down he always sat just like a person most of the time he would sit in the middle so he could look out the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2eub2UOrjI/AAAAAAAAAak/kF5SFg11Gg0/s1600-h/DSCF2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433503268905856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2eub2UOrjI/AAAAAAAAAak/kF5SFg11Gg0/s320/DSCF2125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved loved his little (or big) paws. They have always smelled like Corn chips, gross I know but they were his paws and a love petting the hair between his toes and foot pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2eubXkshAI/AAAAAAAAAac/xppms0L7L8A/s1600-h/DSCF2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433503260653421570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2eubXkshAI/AAAAAAAAAac/xppms0L7L8A/s320/DSCF2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His ears are one of my very favorite things. They were soft almost like velvet. When I would cry and he would come to console me like always I would grab his hears and pet them over and over again. Mitch loved his ears as well, he wanted to keep them. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2eua2E6-XI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tV26-HvO1Eg/s1600-h/DSCF2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433503251661781362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2eua2E6-XI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tV26-HvO1Eg/s320/DSCF2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another picture of my sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2euaOV1lzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KjNs_hdc4k4/s1600-h/DSCF2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433503240995313458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2euaOV1lzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KjNs_hdc4k4/s320/DSCF2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loved this picture he had a little life in him this day. Most days he just layed around like the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2euZbIUT4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/UaGXAlQPgKQ/s1600-h/DSCF2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433503227248398210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2euZbIUT4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/UaGXAlQPgKQ/s320/DSCF2114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was his favorite spot in the car. I swear you could have seat belted him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2etaJc12hI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BGnPULD8R8I/s1600-h/DSCF2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433502140170885650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2etaJc12hI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BGnPULD8R8I/s320/DSCF2126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes he would lay down. When he was a puppy he always layed his head down on my hand. You can tell he doesn't feel good, he needed some love from his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th2gCLMEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fFW-uJ9ChG4/s1600-h/DSCF2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428211777316532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th2gCLMEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fFW-uJ9ChG4/s320/DSCF2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another favorite thing was his scar. It was sad, but it was what made him Brodie. Before I had him he was with his first Grandma and she was carrying a pot of boiled potatoes and she tripped over him at her feet. The water spilled on his head and body. Well his first mom didn't take him to the vet for over a week until I threatened to take him in myself. Poor guy had to go everyday to get his burn treated. They were surprised actually at how well it healed, but it would have healed better had he been taken in earlier. Everytime we went out to dog parks, or anywhere in public people would always ask. I got tired of it so I just started saying he was a rescue dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th2Dxl1nI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VXuEHsFo_kE/s1600-h/DSCF2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428211769730782834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th2Dxl1nI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VXuEHsFo_kE/s320/DSCF2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the last day of his life. He was no longer eating anything (the cancer was all over inside his body). All he would eat was the snow. I walked outside to Mitch digging into the hard snow (crying), to give it to Brodie. It was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th10XZlWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/8qfkEZHbBNg/s1600-h/DSCF2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428211765594396002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th10XZlWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/8qfkEZHbBNg/s320/DSCF2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had been telling Brodie all week that I didn't want to make the decision when to put him down. I didn't want to give up his fight for him. Well on sunday he came in to our room and told me he was done. We called and made an appointment for the next day. We took him with us in the car, we had some errands and family pictures. I didn't want to leave him alone when he was so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th1Nc7r3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/8Za-M6YvPaY/s1600-h/DSCF2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428211755148619634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th1Nc7r3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/8Za-M6YvPaY/s320/DSCF2163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to go say goodbye to Aunt Shyla and his best friend and girlfriend Tacoma. He loved these two and they were his babysitters when we were out of town. He was always so excited at the mention of either or their names. Tacoma knew something was wrong and she didn't like it, so she avoided him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th0hqm2dI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7jFvG-9MgRA/s1600-h/DSCF2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428211743394814418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S1Th0hqm2dI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7jFvG-9MgRA/s320/DSCF2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He fell into the car as we left Shyla's house and when we got home he wouldn't get out of the car. I carried him into the house and layed him on the couch. Eventually he climbed off and layed on the floor. A few minutes after that my sewing machine just stopped working. I laid by him but he wouldn't look at me. I grabbed his face in my hands and realized he was having a hard time leaving me. That he would miss me, so I told him it was okay to go. He started breathing really heavy, but waited for Mitch his dad to say goodbye. Then he slowly passed away at home, like his mom asked him to do. The days that followed were so hard, you forget they are gone. I would wake up and expect to see him peer around the corner only to be reminded again he was gone. Or coming home from work expecting to be greeted by a happy dog, again reminded. Its like waking up and having water taken away. He was something constant in my life and suddenly he was gone. I still miss him, and even writing this makes my cry. I had him for exactly four years. I got him the week before Christmas and he died at midnight the monday before Christmas. He was an amazing dog who won over the hearts of many non dog lovers. I hope to see him again if we get our dogs back in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-8442963105457392494?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/8442963105457392494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=8442963105457392494' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8442963105457392494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8442963105457392494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-best-dog-girl-could-ask-for.html' title='To the Best Dog a girl could ask for!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/S2e0GODya1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/6KJU8Fk_iwU/s72-c/1374230-R1-009-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-624653221035912075</id><published>2009-07-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:27:57.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel Thursday!</title><content type='html'>This was our last family vacation TWO YEARS ago. We need to pull it together White Family. We went up to this cabin in Idaho that is like an hour away from Jackson Hole. We went there in 2001 for a Family Renunion on my dads side of the family. We had a lot of fun at this way nice cabin so we decided to go back. Lake Powell was always the Family Vacation but my sister-in-law couldn't be out in the sun, and my moms foot was having problems so we went back to this cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to Idaho I rode with Tiffany's little family and we saw the coolest rainbows ever. They were two complete bright rainbows, unfortunately you can't take a picture of the whole rainbow without a camera with the proper lens. Maddie and I were just talking about these rainbows just the other day so I thought I would include this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364272127659077618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG5FDel7_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/tcxFcHGRKbU/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anyways this was the Crew that went down to the Upper Mesa falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L to R: Corbin, Jaimie, Me, Maddie, Andrew, Shawna, Olivia, Tiffany, Natalie, Baby Emmie, Hayden, Josh, Lila behind Tom, Tom, and Canyon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG1fykcGRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7QLxULdut9I/s1600-h/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364268188930152722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG1fykcGRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7QLxULdut9I/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the waterfall, its very pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364272134520640754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG5FdChFPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KkJ_Hs_2nEU/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I took this picture of Troys family and I love it. I think this is such a cute picture.&lt;br /&gt;(L to R: Shawna, Andrew, Blanca, Augustus, Troy, Corbin, and Jaimie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364268177655101794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG1fIkQeWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8G8yJwSBg48/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You will see that I love these type of up close pictures when you scroll down through the rest of the pictures. This is Augustus and Canyon im surprised I actually got them to pose for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG1fT0VQlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0w9DlMbVbcQ/s1600-h/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364268180675314258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG1fT0VQlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0w9DlMbVbcQ/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ambers Kids at the time, Winter on back, Zarley and then little Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0cqTZPII/AAAAAAAAAWY/4cVC5i-KKfU/s1600-h/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267035659943042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0cqTZPII/AAAAAAAAAWY/4cVC5i-KKfU/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaimie and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0cNzcpvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/AqDIUH3GK-M/s1600-h/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267028009756402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0cNzcpvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/AqDIUH3GK-M/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Shawna and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0b3-1GyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/t8Fb2sWfQUA/s1600-h/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267022151916322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0b3-1GyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/t8Fb2sWfQUA/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Maddie. She looks so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0bVWwTXI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VUtcqWLflO4/s1600-h/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267012857023858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0bVWwTXI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VUtcqWLflO4/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie, Olivia and Me. Everyone always says Olivia looks like a Christenson, however I think she looks a lot like Tiffany in this picture for some reason. Something about her facial expression looks like Tiffany to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0bPce58I/AAAAAAAAAV4/GIHrhFby4r0/s1600-h/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267011270436802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG0bPce58I/AAAAAAAAAV4/GIHrhFby4r0/s320/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so funny to look back two years ago and see how much the kids have changed and grown. They all look so little to me. Its so weird to see myself because my face is so round and chubby. Thankfully I don't look like that now, ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-624653221035912075?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/624653221035912075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=624653221035912075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/624653221035912075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/624653221035912075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-travel-thursday_30.html' title='Time Travel Thursday!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SnG5FDel7_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/tcxFcHGRKbU/s72-c/Fam+dam+trip,+flowers,+some+girls+night+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-5060738132919078316</id><published>2009-07-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:14:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And this is why I love him! We went hiking last year with Mitch's brother and this girl. We went swimming in the lake and we were changing back into dry clothes. Mitch started struting around in just his speedo. We decided it would be hilarious for him to go walking past his brother and his date in just his speedo plus the socks look amazing. They were supposedly just waiting up the hill, however were not there. We started walking down as fast as we could to catch up to them. We fortunately for this family of like 15 people we caught up to them and not his brother. Nearly every single person that was holding a flash light turned around to see what was coming upon them and it was this beautiful sight. It was hilarious because the family was walking down the moutain in packs of three or four so it was several light flashes. He hiked down the entire mountain like this and his brothers date didn't even laugh. She was really lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SlZZv1N8diI/AAAAAAAAAVo/H0KCwiGJb5w/s1600-h/July+to+August+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356567485078074914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SlZZv1N8diI/AAAAAAAAAVo/H0KCwiGJb5w/s320/July+to+August+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He tried out his Calvin Klein underwear model face, "Blue Steel"! I think the socks make the outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SlZZvVKXimI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fBdn2kv6TwQ/s1600-h/July+to+August+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356567476473137762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SlZZvVKXimI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fBdn2kv6TwQ/s320/July+to+August+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my view coming down the mountain behind him.  I love this boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356570887629258850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SlZc14tXQGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/s5dibYUdLAM/s320/July+to+August+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-5060738132919078316?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/5060738132919078316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=5060738132919078316' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/5060738132919078316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/5060738132919078316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-travel-thursday_09.html' title='Time Travel Thursday!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SlZZv1N8diI/AAAAAAAAAVo/H0KCwiGJb5w/s72-c/July+to+August+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-7401070845328398249</id><published>2009-07-02T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:15:38.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel Thursday!</title><content type='html'>So my sisters have certain days of the week they post an older picture. I thought it would be fun, since I have quite the boring life, plus I am a total copycat. I have been collecting wedding pictures of my ancestors for my wedding so I thought it would be the perfect start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is my grandparents. How cute are they? you can't tell in this picture but my Grandpa had a pinstripe suit on. My grandparents had the sweetest relationship ever. They were the best of friends and did everything together. If my grandpa was up fixing the roof my grandma was up there with him poor health and all. They loved each other so much, but they were equals. They both had their part but were always best friends. I hope the Mitchell and I can be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skz_KBCjrpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Cd9MrhilwBo/s1600-h/GrandmaGrandpa+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353934604579614354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skz_KBCjrpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Cd9MrhilwBo/s320/GrandmaGrandpa+Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This second picture is my cute parents. They look so little (cause they were) it makes me giggle a little bit. My parents are the best. They have seriously been put through the ringer throughout their whole lives together. The last three and a half years have been the hardest for them. My moms health has brought her close to death and much more beyond that. Watching my dad deal with that was so tough. I have never seen my oh so brave dad so scared. But I guess if you thought you might loose your best friend, love of your life, eternal companion you would be a little freaked out too. Thats a lot wrapped up into one person. No matter what though they have stuck it out together. The best part about it though is it has brought them closer together. I think that is when true love and strength comes out. When trials come in your life I believe that the way you deal with the trials show your true character. With that said I think my parents have amazing character. I know that Mitch and I will have challenges in our married life and I hope that we can approach them with the same tenacity, strength, and character as they have. I have learned so much from my parents and am so grateful to have them and their strength in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skz_Js4_6LI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lWjX8dRWv00/s1600-h/IMG5104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353934599170812082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skz_Js4_6LI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lWjX8dRWv00/s320/IMG5104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This third picture is my aunt Becky and her husband Mike. These guys are so much fun and so good with kids. I have always loved being around either of them at family parties growing up. They too have dealt with some tough things in life and handled loosing a son better then I ever could. My aunt gave me a letter right after my cousin died comforting me which was amazing to me at the time. That letter has always stuck with me and helped me through dealing with other hard times in my life. Becky is like my second mom and has always helped people around her that weren't her own kids. I hope to be like that to the youth that grow up around me. I met this girl once who knew Becky and said how much Becky had helped her through her teenage years. Becky was there for someone whos parents weren't and I hope to be intuned enough to be able to do the same.  Can I just say look at how awesome my uncles suit is? Those blue paid pants are sexy. Ha ha becky you look absolutely beautiful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skz_JjRItNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Un7Oh7VgCOA/s1600-h/Mike+and+Becky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353934596587697362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skz_JjRItNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Un7Oh7VgCOA/s320/Mike+and+Becky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-7401070845328398249?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/7401070845328398249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=7401070845328398249' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7401070845328398249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7401070845328398249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-travel-thursday.html' title='Time Travel Thursday!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skz_KBCjrpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Cd9MrhilwBo/s72-c/GrandmaGrandpa+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-1662905908710594790</id><published>2009-06-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:04:46.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two new posts!</title><content type='html'>So I am really going to try and keep up with this blog. That way people can get used to looking at my blog which in turn will help the comments that come. When you only blog every three months no one comments when you do blog, which is sad. I like comments because then it looks like people actually read my pointless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-1662905908710594790?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/1662905908710594790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=1662905908710594790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1662905908710594790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1662905908710594790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-new-posts.html' title='Two new posts!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-2103296425916055116</id><published>2009-06-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:02:10.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April/ St. George</title><content type='html'>Well all we really did in April was St. George. This was actually our first vacation together, which was just a short little weekend. I go to St. George every year to support my sister and nieces as they battle it out in Dance Competitions. This year I drug Mitch along and he was so good about it all. He sat through solos, and hours upon hours of dances. He is very patient and I love it. We roomed with Corbin and Jaimie which was a lot of fun. They are always good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mitch's attempt at getting a picture of Corbin and Jaimie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skrd61krAWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/B08n-QIwQnY/s1600-h/DH030034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335109966299490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skrd61krAWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/B08n-QIwQnY/s320/DH030034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are! Whoa look at the Albino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skrd6Tln3LI/AAAAAAAAAUo/byxBLWiDjXs/s1600-h/DH030027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335100843482290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skrd6Tln3LI/AAAAAAAAAUo/byxBLWiDjXs/s320/DH030027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaimie and I, I think this is a really cute picture of Jaimie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skrd6ATw-7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/brEbSZX0yVM/s1600-h/DH030025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335095668308914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skrd6ATw-7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/brEbSZX0yVM/s320/DH030025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-2103296425916055116?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/2103296425916055116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=2103296425916055116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/2103296425916055116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/2103296425916055116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/06/april-st-george.html' title='April/ St. George'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Skrd61krAWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/B08n-QIwQnY/s72-c/DH030034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-8747046009664823684</id><published>2009-06-30T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:49:23.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March!</title><content type='html'>I know that I was doing some silly thing I named backwards blogging. However, it has been so long and I just have more recent stuff to blog about. Besides the fact that most people really don't care about the stupid things I do anyways. We are moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the significance of March in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my sisters birthday. She worked on her birthday (which I think there should be a law about not doing) and I felt bad so I decided to decorate the Beauty Shop door for her. The sign in the background said Happy Birthday if you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SkraBtHmg0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/vbjUedDRrzo/s1600-h/DH030039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353330829909459778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SkraBtHmg0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/vbjUedDRrzo/s320/DH030039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two I went Four Wheeling with Mitch's family. It was so much fun, Mitch taught me how to drive the four wheeler. I had only been four wheeling with my friend Shlya and she always drove. I was super excited to be able to drive it on my own. I got a little confident in my driving abilities and decided to follow Mitch and his dad up this steep hill at the Sand Dunes (no not the huge straight up one, but next to it). Well I got most of the way up when I realized I was going to have to make it down so I decided to turn around. That is not something for Novus drivers. Mitch's dad had to come rescue me cause I almost flipped the four wheeler over. I felt like an idiot, but he just said I was really brave. Needless to say I am hooked, its too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SkrZYZr8ngI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JbFH0nGUXQg/s1600-h/DH030038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353330120318557698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SkrZYZr8ngI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JbFH0nGUXQg/s320/DH030038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-8747046009664823684?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/8747046009664823684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=8747046009664823684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8747046009664823684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8747046009664823684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/06/march.html' title='March!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SkraBtHmg0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/vbjUedDRrzo/s72-c/DH030039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-7250565734256060122</id><published>2009-03-26T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:43:30.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008!</title><content type='html'>We are to Christmas in our backwards blogging adventure. This year I spent Christmas morning with Mitch's family. I was worried I was going to feel weird intruding on their day, but it was nothing of the sorts. Mitch's mom made sure that I felt included in their family. My stocking had everything her kids' did. They also gave me too many gifts, it was a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Mitch also gave me way too much but made sure to make it a special day and it was. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I didn't take any pictures of either of our families for some reason. We had a good time with my family that night at our Traditional Christmas dinner with my moms side of the family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScvKKw6ihsI/AAAAAAAAASY/5EZYcPV1bA0/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317566071318939330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScvKKw6ihsI/AAAAAAAAASY/5EZYcPV1bA0/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is in front of my Christmas tree at my house Christmas night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScvKJ0_WEOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yf5NB3Uss7g/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317566055232966882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScvKJ0_WEOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yf5NB3Uss7g/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the Christmas tree at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greaves&lt;/span&gt; house, I don't think you can even see all the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-7250565734256060122?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/7250565734256060122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=7250565734256060122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7250565734256060122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7250565734256060122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScvKKw6ihsI/AAAAAAAAASY/5EZYcPV1bA0/s72-c/October+2008++to+February+2009+265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-3402885520615728671</id><published>2009-03-25T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:40:54.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Annika Sue!</title><content type='html'>Little miss Sue has been coming to Sarah Daft since she was five weeks old. My sweet residents have watched her grow. Many of them come to the office looking for her every friday just to see her. They all ooh and ah about her cute outfits, or her new tricks she can do. These ladies truly love her, and having a baby around here has truly impacted their lives. Its like therapy, its so fun to see the ladies light up around her. My boss Marsha and I decided to throw her a Birthday Party for the residents to be able to celebrate her birthday with her. It was so cute the residents would leave one by one to their rooms coming back with various things to give to her. It was the sweetest thing. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7hOW1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/TZpEbmTpiXM/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317178781316076818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7hOW1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/TZpEbmTpiXM/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of her party guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7VHVFjI/AAAAAAAAASA/paNLg-Q-Ie0/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317178778065376818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7VHVFjI/AAAAAAAAASA/paNLg-Q-Ie0/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Birthday! Those books Marsha bought those books for Annie. It was the gift from The Sarah Daft Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7PZfNKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jIzRK6yfyEw/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317178776530924706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7PZfNKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jIzRK6yfyEw/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute Annie Sue in her birthday girl chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7Lf_6DI/AAAAAAAAARw/pO3TSPUk8DM/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317178775484491826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7Lf_6DI/AAAAAAAAARw/pO3TSPUk8DM/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my little Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp6kR1-RI/AAAAAAAAARo/C8ZRUJcAxzs/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317178764956137746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp6kR1-RI/AAAAAAAAARo/C8ZRUJcAxzs/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uh oh mom my belly is too big for my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-3402885520615728671?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/3402885520615728671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=3402885520615728671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3402885520615728671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3402885520615728671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-annika-sue.html' title='Happy Birthday Annika Sue!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpp7hOW1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/TZpEbmTpiXM/s72-c/October+2008++to+February+2009+313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-1462474930145303092</id><published>2009-03-25T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:12:06.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iceskating with the crew!</title><content type='html'>Ben had a date that he asked us to tag along with. (Ben is always on a date with a different girl I swear. It is still a mystery where he finds these girls.) Mitchell, Jason and his date, Ben and his date and I all went ice skating. It was pretty fun although ice skates kill your feet. They either dig into your ankle or they are too lose to even skate. All in all we had a good time. Here are a few pictures to share.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpjq4MkJlI/AAAAAAAAARg/QzTrbp2aC9A/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317171898355033682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpjq4MkJlI/AAAAAAAAARg/QzTrbp2aC9A/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quality picture during mid skate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjBNAdVmI/AAAAAAAAARY/YNnkTkS7E2w/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317171182386894434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjBNAdVmI/AAAAAAAAARY/YNnkTkS7E2w/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A happy group of kids holding hands, isn't that sweet. Ha ha tacky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjA55JThI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MAt4pXaY0SE/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317171177255947794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjA55JThI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MAt4pXaY0SE/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute little brother, oh how I love him so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjAqAfeaI/AAAAAAAAARI/Vnk1v3LFUg0/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317171172991793570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjAqAfeaI/AAAAAAAAARI/Vnk1v3LFUg0/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there is crazy Ben, whom we love also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjAcjqv7I/AAAAAAAAARA/WfBbRijI-eA/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317171169381236658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjAcjqv7I/AAAAAAAAARA/WfBbRijI-eA/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have to get one of these pictures everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjAFFtpPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TCCULtKYwgk/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317171163081581810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScpjAFFtpPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TCCULtKYwgk/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiny Dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-1462474930145303092?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/1462474930145303092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=1462474930145303092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1462474930145303092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1462474930145303092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/03/iceskating-with-crew.html' title='Iceskating with the crew!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Scpjq4MkJlI/AAAAAAAAARg/QzTrbp2aC9A/s72-c/October+2008++to+February+2009+346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-1757064721099684627</id><published>2009-03-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:47:05.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Six Month's</title><content type='html'>In six months from today I get to marry this little cutie. I am so excited I can't even stand it. He is so perfect for me. We get along so well, he makes me laugh all the time, and he has helped me to become such a better person. I couldn't have asked for a better partner, best friend and future husband. We fit in so well with each others family it couldn't be better. We both grew up with a love for our families and with our siblings as our best friends. He even waterskis which is very important to my family. My dad has yet to see him waterski, but he knows that he can. I think thats why my dad likes him so much. He's a return missionary, slalom skier, and good looking what more could my dad ask for? Ha ha just kidding. I love you so much Mitchell Jon Greaves I can't wait to marry you and raise a cute little family to be best friends like we are with our siblings. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScExBr1u5dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YV8XkwyuN_Q/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314582940291622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScExBr1u5dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YV8XkwyuN_Q/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-1757064721099684627?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/1757064721099684627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=1757064721099684627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1757064721099684627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1757064721099684627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-six-months.html' title='Only Six Month&apos;s'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScExBr1u5dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YV8XkwyuN_Q/s72-c/October+2008++to+February+2009+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-1576006087713879082</id><published>2009-03-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:41:07.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kid in us!</title><content type='html'>Sadly enough Mitchell, myself and our friends like to buy toys for kids on a regular basis. Sometimes its just the cheesy toys at Nickelcade that we waste all our money getting tickets for, other times its buying cap guns at Macy's. We frequent the toy isle of Macy's when we run to the grocery store and this is our most recent purchase. That plastic goo you put on the end of a straw and blow bubbles with. Its smells toxic and I seriously doubt that it is safe but we are adults we will be fine. Ben decided to put nearly the whole tube of goo and blow a huge balloon. This is just my shout out to Ben Larsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314568205048456738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScEjn-x_piI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J329CxYtU0I/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314568194183001042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScEjnWTd89I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IcJbN3q86Bc/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-1576006087713879082?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/1576006087713879082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=1576006087713879082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1576006087713879082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/1576006087713879082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/03/kid-in-us.html' title='The kid in us!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScEjn-x_piI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J329CxYtU0I/s72-c/October+2008++to+February+2009+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-3569850454786656080</id><published>2009-03-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:16:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards Blogging!</title><content type='html'>I haven't put my pictures onto my work computer yet, so I decided to start from the most recent event and move backwards. I decided I have the saddest blog out there and since Mitch has recently discovered my blog and has looked at it I better start actually blogging.&lt;br /&gt;The first event I will blog about is the Valentines Dance we went to the night before we got engaged. I went out looking for a dress because it was semi-formal but couldn't find anything I was willing to spend my money on. I tried on my dresses from highschool and they all still fit so I just had to choose one to wear. When we went out looking there was a dress exactly like one of my dresses that I bought nine years ago. Of course I wore that one so I would still be in style. (Since 90% of the people there at the dance graduated no more then 2 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;My sister did my hair for me, which was just like old times. She always did my hair for the school dances and I must say she did and does an amazing job. I felt like I was in highschool again, we went with our friend Ben and his date. It was pretty fun to get all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;There was this really nasty couple that would sit on top of each other even though there was seats next to them. When they would dance they would feel each other up and make out. It was really awkward, not only because it was in public but because it was at the Institute. (Which doubles as a church on Sundays). Mitch and I got a kick out of them. Needless to say we had a pretty good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScAOblGwwZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9L6nlBnvXgw/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314263427276915090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScAOblGwwZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9L6nlBnvXgw/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScAObEuT5OI/AAAAAAAAAQI/RfUnp144-x4/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314263418584425698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScAObEuT5OI/AAAAAAAAAQI/RfUnp144-x4/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Super Cheesy Balloon Entrance to the Dance. I love it, its classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z_5IaCfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a78IXMGjH1M/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234364313864690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z_5IaCfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a78IXMGjH1M/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were a little bored so we took some super sweet pictures. I love it, look at Mitch's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z_g-D7MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1UoWB0G_7gg/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234357828021442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z_g-D7MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1UoWB0G_7gg/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another angle of my favorite type of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z_DqbsgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_3qltpZw6V0/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234349961064962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z_DqbsgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_3qltpZw6V0/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little love from me to him. Look at my cute flower, you cant see it very well in very many of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z-rP3_0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SOnN1gZq8RQ/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234343407222594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z-rP3_0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SOnN1gZq8RQ/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how stinkin cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z-Sr_4-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/vpSLDlV_d4A/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234336814293986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/Sb_z-Sr_4-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/vpSLDlV_d4A/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Ben and his date. Isn't my little friend Ben cute? We love Ben! Isn't the Bear cheesy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-3569850454786656080?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/3569850454786656080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=3569850454786656080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3569850454786656080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3569850454786656080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/03/backwards-blogging.html' title='Backwards Blogging!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/ScAOblGwwZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9L6nlBnvXgw/s72-c/October+2008++to+February+2009+372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-814196902590835418</id><published>2009-02-25T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:07:18.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Okay, Okay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWyvUiGJaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AQeZPR5NwcM/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306844261961311650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWyvUiGJaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AQeZPR5NwcM/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWycCGhCzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/t7UDRJY5YfQ/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306843930596281138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWycCGhCzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/t7UDRJY5YfQ/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWycL5XQPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RFt91N2SLyY/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306843933225468146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWycL5XQPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RFt91N2SLyY/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWyb0TpQ1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/HO3_kf_kC34/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306843926893249362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWyb0TpQ1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/HO3_kf_kC34/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWyboWIlZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0UC9ZZ4JhAQ/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306843923682465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWyboWIlZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0UC9ZZ4JhAQ/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWybEfjJRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/roPQK2PHHnw/s1600-h/October+2008++to+February+2009+392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306843914058278162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWybEfjJRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/roPQK2PHHnw/s320/October+2008++to+February+2009+392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know that I am officially the worst blogger in the world. I have this issue where I feel like things need to be done in an order so I have been postponing blogging until I could get all my pictures on my flash drive to be able to put them on my crappy computer that won't read cd's or memory cards. However it has taken forever and I have had a major event happen in the meantime so I will just blog about that first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog has been delayed because I have been trying to take the christmas background and put up a cute new one but my computer was giving me guff. (Like I mentioned earlier I need to do things in a certain order). Getting to the point of this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM ENGAGED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got engaged on February 14th. I know Valentines Day is so cliche but I think that is why Mitch did it. My sister teased me saying that he was going to do it at Temple Square or a Jazz game because I am such a brat about where and when the proposal happens. Thankfully he did it the perfect way, in the privacy of my apartment. We had gone out to breakfast while he enlisted the help of his little brother to decorate my apartment. When we got back there was little red and white candles all over my living room, rose petals on the floor, and bunches of balloons all over the perimeter of my living room. At first I had no idea what was going on, I thought it was just a valentines day surprise. I decided that I needed to document how cute he was so I started taking pictures. There was a bunch of balloons tied to some flowers on my coffee table that said to "pop each balloon 1-5 there is a special message for you inside. They all just said something cute and cheesy in true Mitch fashion. The last one said "do you have a question for me". Well I had no idea what was going on so I said "I don't know, I don't think so". He then said, "I thought you would want to know how much time we would spend together." And then in one very fluid movement he pulled the box out of his pocket, opened it, and got down on one knee and proposed. It was perfect, simple, sweet and private. ( Well except Little Brother was in my bedroom). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-814196902590835418?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/814196902590835418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=814196902590835418' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/814196902590835418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/814196902590835418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-okay-okay.html' title='Okay, Okay, Okay!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaWyvUiGJaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AQeZPR5NwcM/s72-c/October+2008++to+February+2009+421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-6720767946173068624</id><published>2008-11-24T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:33:57.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Meagan!</title><content type='html'>My friend had this posted on her blog and I really liked it, so I thought I would share it with my blog viewers. My family really has a passion for Thanksgiving so I thought they would appreciate this. I know my blog is super outdated but my camera broke and I need to put my pictures on a CD cause I can't get them off my camera. Stay tuned for an update soon, it will have to be a fall recap like my summer one. Sorry folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   A Thanksgiving Proclaimation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the duty of nations as well as of men to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God; to confess their sins and transgressions in humble sorrow, yet with assured hope that genuine repentance will lead to mercy and pardon; and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history, that those nations are blessed whose God is the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         ..................................................&lt;br /&gt;We know that by his divine law, nations, like individuals, are subjected to punishments and chastisements in this world. May we not justly fear that the awful calamity of civil war which now desolates the land may be a punishment inflicted upon us for our presumptuous sins, to the needful end of our national reformation as a whole people?&lt;br /&gt;                                                         ..................................................&lt;br /&gt;We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in numbers, wealth, and power as no other nation has ever grown.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          ..............................................&lt;br /&gt;But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us, and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God that made us.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           .............................................&lt;br /&gt;It has seemed to me fit and proper that God should be solemnly, reverently, and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November as a day of Thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens."&lt;br /&gt;                                                        ...................................................&lt;br /&gt;                                                          - Abraham Lincoln, 1863&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-6720767946173068624?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/6720767946173068624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=6720767946173068624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6720767946173068624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6720767946173068624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-meagan.html' title='Thanks Meagan!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-3754303839034561160</id><published>2008-09-11T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:29:02.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMm7WmlTbXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7WtZMB6B8dE/s1600-h/August+to+September+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244929238038179186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMm7WmlTbXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7WtZMB6B8dE/s320/August+to+September+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Meagan Bag tagged me, it is a little scary my friends.&lt;br /&gt;1. My camera, which is always in my purse or else I panic.&lt;br /&gt;2. My wallet. Which is one of those huge old lady checkbook wallets but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;3. My eyeglass case. I take it with me when I wear contacts in case my eyes hurt, but right now the glasses are at home but there is a contact case.&lt;br /&gt;4. Orbit Gum. ( Raspberry Mint)I always like to have gum, one fruity flavor&lt;br /&gt;5. and one minty flavor. (Cinnamint)&lt;br /&gt;6. Its my frequent shopper card holder. Most importantly Cafe Rio and Cold stone.&lt;br /&gt;7. An old prescription that I never had filled. (Im dumb sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;8. A very old picture of my friend Shyla. I don't know how it got in there.&lt;br /&gt;9. A UTA bus map.&lt;br /&gt;10. Clear Nail Polish. (Don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;11. Rewetting eyedrops because contacts make your eyes dry.&lt;br /&gt;12. My Ipod cause I always have it. You need something to do on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;13. My Ipod connecter in case I need to download some music and because I don't really have anywhere else to put it.&lt;br /&gt;14. A flash light, I got it as a gift at work but have never taken it out of my purse. You laugh but it came in handy one night when Mitch's car wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;15. Dove Deodorant because sometimes I forget and I don't want to smell bad. And sometimes you want to reapply.&lt;br /&gt;16. Anti-itch cream, I don't know why but it has come in handy several times.&lt;br /&gt;17. A giant ring that I took off one day. It reminds me of the pretty pretty princess game jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;18. A bottle cap to a drink I bought on the way home from my nephews wedding. I know a little girl who collects them.&lt;br /&gt;19. Lip Smackers Dr. Pepper Chapstick. It's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;20. Burts Bees Pomegranate Chapstick. (Just stick to the original its better)&lt;br /&gt;21. Burts Bees Chapstick. Its a necessity. Its the best chapstick ever.&lt;br /&gt;22. Burts Bees Shimmer Chapstick White. Don't buy it it's expensive and makes your teeth look really yellow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Burts Bees Shimmer Chapstick Pink.&lt;br /&gt;24. Lip Smacker Giant Chapstick, ahh the good old days. I had a few when I was younger I used to call them Dolly Parton Chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;25. Old Navy Peppermint Lip Gloss. Their lipgloss is the best, its not sticky and it feels like it actually moistuirzes your lips rather then dry it out.&lt;br /&gt;26. Old Navy French Vanilla Mint Lip Gloss.&lt;br /&gt;27. Old Navy Strawberry Mint LipGloss.&lt;br /&gt;28. Chopstick Helpers&lt;br /&gt;29-30. Two Dimes.&lt;br /&gt;31. An Orbit Gum Rapper.&lt;br /&gt;32. A South City Institute Caribeaner, Mitch said I need to show my support. Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;33. A tampon.&lt;br /&gt;34. An Old UTA bus transfer.&lt;br /&gt;35. A bottle of various pain pills. Ibuprophen, Tylenol, and Tramadol.&lt;br /&gt;36. My keys to my house, and garage.&lt;br /&gt;37. Lotion.&lt;br /&gt;38 A Pen.&lt;br /&gt;39. My work keys that make me feel like a Janitor.&lt;br /&gt;40. I should have something else just to get to 40. Thats sad I have almost 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Audrey, and anyone else who looks at my blog. Post a comment so I know you did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMm7XL1-feI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CdFkk1RHfRo/s1600-h/August+to+September+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244929248040222178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMm7XL1-feI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CdFkk1RHfRo/s320/August+to+September+096.jpg" 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/4570770208732131189-3754303839034561160?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/3754303839034561160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=3754303839034561160' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3754303839034561160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3754303839034561160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/bag-tag.html' title='Bag Tag!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMm7WmlTbXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7WtZMB6B8dE/s72-c/August+to+September+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-8618934655773562224</id><published>2008-09-09T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:45:21.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer has now ended:(</title><content type='html'>In commemoration of summer coming to a close. (Sniff sniff). I thought I would highlight a little of my summer. The sad thing is that I feel like Summer is over and I have nothing really too exciting that happened to me over the summer. No Lake Powell trip, no camping, and I went boating like three times. With that out of the way, the few points I have to highlight are a little dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be the first of many fires, but it was actually the first and last fire. We usually have a ton more. This picture has a little east side pride. Can I get a Wha wha.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsX0rHu5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/IXq6FeY4A2A/s1600-h/April+to+May+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242520229024086930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsX0rHu5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/IXq6FeY4A2A/s320/April+to+May+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the annual Breast Cancer marathon. We have been walking this for three years now, ever since we found out Blanca our sister-in-law had breast cancer. The group has changed every year as to who comes, but there is always a group that supports the cause and hopefully always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsYCkvfGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xGkxmlnFZAE/s1600-h/April+to+May+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242520232755428450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsYCkvfGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xGkxmlnFZAE/s320/April+to+May+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of my summer was spent hanging out with Mitch and his brother Jason . This is an example of the randomness of the activities we did. Ha ha Hands up Stands up, a childhood summer classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsYm5F7WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vD8cKAdm2cs/s1600-h/May+to+June+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242520242504461666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsYm5F7WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vD8cKAdm2cs/s320/May+to+June+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Xavier James came into our Crazy family June 5, 2008. Little Annie Sue is a monster next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsY8ZAyWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bwiGtTF_IAU/s1600-h/June+to+July+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242520248275487074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsY8ZAyWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bwiGtTF_IAU/s320/June+to+July+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to spend some time with Augustus my cute nephew that lives in Denver that I hardly get to see. Look how cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsZIxSa6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tuHPYIl24VA/s1600-h/June+to+July+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242520251598531490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsZIxSa6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tuHPYIl24VA/s320/June+to+July+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-8618934655773562224?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/8618934655773562224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=8618934655773562224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8618934655773562224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8618934655773562224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-has-now-ended.html' title='Summer has now ended:('/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMEsX0rHu5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/IXq6FeY4A2A/s72-c/April+to+May+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-7453651828554892382</id><published>2008-09-09T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:45:44.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part two.</title><content type='html'>The amazing Summer Sunset in June coming down from swimming at Snowbird. This picture didn't even capture how beautiful this sunset really was.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWC62-IW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/amvJQLhLnXM/s1600-h/June+to+July+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243741288842943410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWC62-IW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/amvJQLhLnXM/s320/June+to+July+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fireworks on July 3,2008 this was some good times. Jenny Jones (my old roommate) her roommate Jenine and I and a bunch of other people I didn't really know. The fireworks at Granite High School are actually really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWC7fw6eBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v1Z4wEgH-Dk/s1600-h/June+to+July+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243741299793360914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWC7fw6eBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v1Z4wEgH-Dk/s320/June+to+July+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lagoon, as I alreadly posted before I went to Lagoon, but like I already mentioned my summer was lame. (Not a whole lot to talk about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWBX1W5MZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AZo_SxiT0KA/s1600-h/June+to+July+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243739587602887058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWBX1W5MZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AZo_SxiT0KA/s320/June+to+July+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friends Kim and Shyla, and I all went on a Night Hike together to Lake Mary at Brighton. The moon was super cool that night and again the picute does not do it justice. Ah Lake Mary is the best Hike ever, especially swimming when you get to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWBYcqWcnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f7EzuS0YNz0/s1600-h/July+to+August+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243739598153478770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWBYcqWcnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f7EzuS0YNz0/s320/July+to+August+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John Mayer! Need I say more? This was a super fun night, good times I had all my amigos there (Shyla, Kim, Holly, and Amy). Colbie Cailet was there too and I really love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWBYay412I/AAAAAAAAAHM/AG9FyoityPo/s1600-h/July+to+August+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243739597652416354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWBYay412I/AAAAAAAAAHM/AG9FyoityPo/s320/July+to+August+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-7453651828554892382?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/7453651828554892382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=7453651828554892382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7453651828554892382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7453651828554892382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/part-two.html' title='Part two.'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWC62-IW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/amvJQLhLnXM/s72-c/June+to+July+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-2277490407112065541</id><published>2008-09-09T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:46:20.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part three</title><content type='html'>Hiking Lake Mary with Mitch, Jason, and Jasons friend Rana. This is my favorite spot of the hike, the view of the canyon below is beautiful.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGbtp0D5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KPHoLYF46vs/s1600-h/July+to+August+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745151812374418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGbtp0D5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KPHoLYF46vs/s320/July+to+August+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rana, Jason, Mitch and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGbyiJuAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mdoCwJecdyY/s1600-h/July+to+August+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745153122416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGbyiJuAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mdoCwJecdyY/s320/July+to+August+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the longest hike up to the Lake ever. Jason and Mitch like to play this game. "We have to play my favorite game." Mitch said. "You pick a pole or a tree and throw rocks at it" Well Jason was right on board. So this was the hike the entire time, throwing rocks at trees or poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGcP8Vo2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JI5To7gcpwo/s1600-h/July+to+August+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745161016877922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGcP8Vo2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JI5To7gcpwo/s320/July+to+August+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to get into the water up there. The water was so high, the jump was only like five feet if that. Overall this hike to Lake Mary was so much fun. The three of us together (Mitch, Jason, and I) we are like 12 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGcaYfRtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zJfXfIHvub4/s1600-h/July+to+August+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745163819304658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGcaYfRtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zJfXfIHvub4/s320/July+to+August+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Nickelcade a couple times just before Jason left for school at Snow College go badgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGcyaxenI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EXr6BbXPrHc/s1600-h/July+to+August+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745170271337074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGcyaxenI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EXr6BbXPrHc/s320/July+to+August+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-2277490407112065541?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/2277490407112065541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=2277490407112065541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/2277490407112065541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/2277490407112065541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/part-three.html' title='Part three'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWGbtp0D5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KPHoLYF46vs/s72-c/July+to+August+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-6678040286894973950</id><published>2008-09-09T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:46:47.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4</title><content type='html'>So we all pooled our tickets together and got a cap gun, it made Jason's day. He had lots of fun with that on the way home. It was good times at the Nickel Cade it felt like high school all over again.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWS7qLh_0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pK8ZFKVURBM/s1600-h/July+to+August+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243758894775402306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWS7qLh_0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pK8ZFKVURBM/s320/July+to+August+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went boating with Mitch's family. It was so much fun, we had the most chill day on the lake. They hardly take anything serious. This is Mitch Slaloming, hes pretty good. Good enough to impress even my dad I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWS71S1sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A0o7ntxthnU/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243758897758843218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWS71S1sVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A0o7ntxthnU/s320/July+to+August+part+2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah he is really like twenty shades darker then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWRFINzdxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NxVBaDq57Y4/s1600-h/July+to+August+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243756858433566482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWRFINzdxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NxVBaDq57Y4/s320/July+to+August+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jason Wakeboarding, he is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWRFJngEzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/su0Z09Flk1c/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243756858809783090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWRFJngEzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/su0Z09Flk1c/s320/July+to+August+part+2+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang these Greaves boys have some lakeside talent. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWRFjhyJoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bds1VsrBD7A/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243756865765123714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWRFjhyJoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bds1VsrBD7A/s320/July+to+August+part+2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-6678040286894973950?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/6678040286894973950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=6678040286894973950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6678040286894973950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6678040286894973950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/part-4.html' title='Part 4'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWS7qLh_0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pK8ZFKVURBM/s72-c/July+to+August+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-7163223138615019087</id><published>2008-09-09T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:47:13.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Five</title><content type='html'>This is Mitch's Dad and his brother Jason kneeboarding together. Like I said this was such a fun day. They started out just normal, then they were crossing under each others ropes. Then the next thing I know Mitch's dad is right next to Jason's kneeboard and I couldn't figure out what they were doing. Then I realized what they were doing....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVLscOMvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/blqOcncZUoc/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243761369283441394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVLscOMvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/blqOcncZUoc/s320/July+to+August+part+2+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch's dad was getting on the back of Jason's kneeboard. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVL9oEhwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U5CXXZ2JlHc/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243761373896541954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVL9oEhwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U5CXXZ2JlHc/s320/July+to+August+part+2+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Mitch got out there and he always has to make a game out of everything. So he went on his back for a minute, then stood up for a minute and fell. This picture is when he and Jason did it at the same time. I swear they can do anything they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVMBMNt5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/uW00k8Ssy6A/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243761374853445522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVMBMNt5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/uW00k8Ssy6A/s320/July+to+August+part+2+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They thought it would be fun to share just one rope for a minute, but it took them forever to pick up the other rope. You can see it flapping around on the edge of the left hand side of this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVMNowjZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/40j8W5C6usw/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243761378194394514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVMNowjZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/40j8W5C6usw/s320/July+to+August+part+2+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they decided to play the same game. Everything becomes a game to this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVMXVbWfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ivgV2TqUgUg/s1600-h/July+to+August+part+2+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243761380797667826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVMXVbWfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ivgV2TqUgUg/s320/July+to+August+part+2+019.jpg" 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/4570770208732131189-7163223138615019087?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/7163223138615019087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=7163223138615019087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7163223138615019087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/7163223138615019087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/part-five.html' title='Part Five'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWVLscOMvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/blqOcncZUoc/s72-c/July+to+August+part+2+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-3428375676447346416</id><published>2008-09-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:47:34.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Six.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My whole life eversince I was 10 I have been trying to get up on the kneeboard and have not been able to do it. It't my boating arch nemesis. When Jason got tired it was my turn but I was nervouse cause Mitch can get right up and well me I can never get up. So I told him it wouldn't be any fun for him but okay. So needless to say I got right up first try. I was super stoked. I crossed the wake and didn't fall. Then Mitch decided I was ready for more tricks. He was going to go under my rope and I agreed with a lot of reluctance. So I did as I was told lift the rope higher so he could go underneath. However at the same time we hit a wave and my arms bounced back down just as he was going underneath. I was afraid of decapitating him so I let the rope go causing the kneeboard to smack me in the bridge of the nose. My kneeboarding stunts were over. Jason took a picture so I could see what it looked like. Although I got hurt on my first boat outing with the Greaves it was so much fun, and I am excited to get back out on the kneeboard. I still have a tiny battle wound scar. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWfMLIh_kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4wg6wwVXJM/s1600-h/July+to+August+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243772372638629442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWfMLIh_kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4wg6wwVXJM/s320/July+to+August+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last fun thing I did this summer was the U2 laser show at the Clark Planetarium with Jason, Mitch and their little sister Nicole. Mitch wanted to do something special the night before Jason went off to Snow so this is what he planned, it was actually really fun. We spent like an hour in the gift shop. (Mitch, Nicole, and Jason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWfMlAgAgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p_7nHb0lwR4/s1600-h/July+to+August+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243772379584266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWfMlAgAgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p_7nHb0lwR4/s320/July+to+August+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Jason, Nicole and Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWfNPm-NnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YFfKqG2KgDc/s1600-h/July+to+August+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243772391019918962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWfNPm-NnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YFfKqG2KgDc/s320/July+to+August+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So now that summer is over I will have to do something exciting this fall so I can actually feel like I have a somewhat exciting life. Also so my blog isn't the most boring blog in all the blog land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-3428375676447346416?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/3428375676447346416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=3428375676447346416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3428375676447346416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/3428375676447346416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/part-six.html' title='Part Six.'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SMWfMLIh_kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4wg6wwVXJM/s72-c/July+to+August+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-6762996918910687207</id><published>2008-09-04T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:05:49.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did anyone ever play TV tag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ttached or Single: Attached, not married though, so legally Single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;est friend: Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ake or Pie: Cake! Funfetti cake by Pillsbury and the Betty Crocker Rainbow chip frosting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ay of Choice: Sunday &amp;amp; Friday. Sunday just always has a certain quality to it, and friday cause its the weekend and I get to watch my sweet Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ssential item: ChapStick! or Water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;avorite color: Green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;ummy bears or worms: Worms they taste better for some reason. Mmmm. I love the sour ones with sugar coating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ometown: Sandy, Utah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Favorite &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ndulgence: Buying new clothes or going out to eat. I don't do either enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;anuary or July: July for sure, that usually means Lake Powell, except the last two years. Come on Family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ids: None except for the cutest Black Lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ife isn't complete without: Someone to share it with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;arriage date: Some time in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;umber of brothers and sisters: 2 brothers and three sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ranges or apples: Depends on the day. I like both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;hobias: Midgets, clowns, sharks, fish, Cockroaches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uote: "Life isn't about weathering the storm, its about learning to dance in the rain." or one my dad said to me once. Happiness is what you find when you are looking for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;easons to smile: Babies, things that make me laugh, Mitch, life, my sweet residents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;eason of choice: Summer or fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ag 3 people: Um i think only three people look at my blog and Meagan tagged me. Audrey, Megatronbomb, and Aubrielle. (If they even look).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nknown fact about me: I love the orange drink at McDonalds like my sister Audrey and that is the only reason I will ever go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;egetable: Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;orst habit: Being late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;-ray or ultrasound: This question is lame but I guess a ultrasound however I have never really had either besides teeth x-rays and my teeth hurt bad. Your favorite food: Mexican, mostly Chips and Salsa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;odiac sign: Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-6762996918910687207?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/6762996918910687207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=6762996918910687207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6762996918910687207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6762996918910687207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-anyone-ever-play-tv-tag.html' title='Did anyone ever play TV tag?'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-5943520487212710235</id><published>2008-08-20T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:39:41.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag your it...</title><content type='html'>My sister had this on her blog so I guess I will fill it out since it said tag your it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Totally random facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to drink water but I am picky about how. If it is at a restaurant I need a straw. If it is at someones home I need a plastic cup. I do not like to drink water from glass cups because I think that the water smells like lake water so in turn my brain thinks it tastes like lake water. Hence the straw I can't smell the water plus I don't think that cups are clean enough at restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cant stand it if my foods touch. I have some food issues and they have gotten much better but I still don't like my food to touch. It grosses me out to watch people mix corn in their mashed potatoes. I only eat one food item at a time and I eat things in circles. (Hamburgers, cookies, sandwiches, toast.) I also like to use separate utensils. If anyone knows me they understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a new love! Lost the show. It is the most addicting show it is like crack cocaine. My favorite part is that they are all connected in their pasts and don't even know it. This show is so well thought out its crazy. I started watching them on DVD and we are almost through season three on DVD we can't wait until December for four. Ahhh. You should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am going back to school to become a Pharmacist but because I was going to be a Social Worker I have lots of classes to take. So its like 6 or 7 years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have recently learned that hair is just hair and it will grow back. I used to have a centimental irrational attachment to my hair and freak out everytime I cut my hair convinced my sister had cut off all the growth. But since I have cut my hair about 14 inches since april I'm completely over it. I cut of 8 then 2 more two weeks later. Then another 2 inches 8 weeks later, and just recently I chopped off another two to three inches. So counting the regrowth its been about 14 inches. I love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to work at Hot Dog on a Stick and I absolutly loved it. I would work there again is the sad thing. So far it was probably my favorite job ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you are reading this you have to post your own so I can read them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-5943520487212710235?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/5943520487212710235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=5943520487212710235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/5943520487212710235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/5943520487212710235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-your-it.html' title='Tag your it...'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-5063144493233643861</id><published>2008-08-06T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:19:22.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your friends will come and go, but your sisters will always be there"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SJn5KONHdgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IMqkvuuLzhE/s1600-h/June+to+July+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231486396174661122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SJn5KONHdgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IMqkvuuLzhE/s320/June+to+July+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SJn5KU7mljI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dRBX1Kttw-E/s1600-h/Autumns+Pics+as+of+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231486397980251698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SJn5KU7mljI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dRBX1Kttw-E/s320/Autumns+Pics+as+of+329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never would have thought that the comforting words of my mom when I was seven years old would continue to ring true throughout my life. When my sister Audrey and I were younger I had this friend named Kim who was my friend first. Then Audrey started coming to hang out with us, so we would get in fights. When I would complain to her she would always just say "Your friends will come and go but your sister will always be there." I think she meant it more as this is so lame you will both be over it in a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all you moms out there, chose your words wisely cause they will stick with your kids for life. The good and the bad, hopefully they will remember the good more. Pass along the most inspirational or influential words of your parents to your own kids. I know that I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend has decided to live up to my moms words on more then one occasion, which when you have been friends for 21 years its like losing a sister in a way. The only difference is she can actually leave and my sisters can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to my three longest Best Friends (my sisters). I love you! I don't know about you but I am truly greatful that Heavenly Father put you guys in my life. With all the good and the bad at the end of the day we will always be sisters. May we have many more good memories and grow old together. Sorry ladies but your stuck with me. Audrey you have been with me since I could only call you audwe. We have many memories as kids together, you and I were the most like friends you have always been my best friend ever since we spent our summers at the pool and ran around barefoot in the rain singing money for the poor. Amber you have always been the sister that I looked up to and thought was so cool. You took me to my first day of kindergarten when I was scared to go to school. You are always so funny, especially when we are alone. I think that I have enjoyed you more as a friend as an adult but its better late then never. I think I needed to grow up. Tiffany you have always been the one that took care of me. Your the sister that has always put a special vested interest into my life and happiness and for that I am infinatly grateful. You have been the sister I have always looked to for advice and probably always will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you all have sisters and if you don't I am very sorry, hopefully you have amazing sisters-in-law. May all of your daughters be blessed with sisters. They are the best friends Heavenly Father intended you to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-5063144493233643861?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/5063144493233643861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=5063144493233643861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/5063144493233643861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/5063144493233643861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-friends-will-come-and-go-but-your.html' title='&quot;Your friends will come and go, but your sisters will always be there&quot;'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SJn5KONHdgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IMqkvuuLzhE/s72-c/June+to+July+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-8056543807266781983</id><published>2008-07-17T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:19.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGOON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2tfQWM3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5M8duiJwIe8/s1600-h/June+to+July+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224446829094384498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2tfQWM3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5M8duiJwIe8/s320/June+to+July+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2PZMefTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kVmI09n4tFU/s1600-h/June+to+July+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224446312071462194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2PZMefTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kVmI09n4tFU/s200/June+to+July+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2PzJYJlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5jzTnmvuCA4/s1600-h/June+to+July+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224446319037785682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2PzJYJlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5jzTnmvuCA4/s200/June+to+July+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2QZUO2vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6Z8UCxUMw0Y/s1600-h/June+to+July+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224446329283861234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2QZUO2vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6Z8UCxUMw0Y/s200/June+to+July+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID1yspMwRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KbttGot-Pcg/s1600-h/June+to+July+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224445819076002066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID1yspMwRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KbttGot-Pcg/s320/June+to+July+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been told many times that I act like I am seven years old. This last weekend I went to Lagoon and I was so excited all week that I could hardly sleep. It's like when you are in elementary school and you have a lagoon day and you just can't wait. That is really how excited I was. I just want to know if anyone was as upset as I was about the ride "The Samuri" being put in? When I think about Lagoon as a little kid I think of Eight things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Swings and being afraid to lose your shoes in the water or putting your arms on the outside of the chains and leaning forward but being totally scared to fall in the water. (all at the same time thinking that its the coolest swing you have ever been on and wondering if this is how birds feel when they fly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Tidal Wave and lifting your hands up experiencing that first funny tummy feeling that you get on amusement rides, trying to be the loudest side to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Magic Carpet Ride which I know made a lot of people sick but I loved that ride, going backwards and forwards around and around. I loved that ride (you feel like Jasmine). So much to my dismay a few years ago they took that ride out and put in the Samuri which gives me a screaming headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The White rollercoaster and going on that ride a million times at the end of the night with my sister Tiffany and her friend Julie the first year I was tall enough to ride that ride. The sound of the old track and the old wood as you make the journey up that first hill. I also think of the family legend that my aunts friend Barb got stuck on that ride and had to ride around like 9 or 10 times. I don't know if it's true or not but I tell every new person I go to Lagoon with that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Colosus (Which many of you know is not the real name. Isn't it the Dragon something or other?) and being scared to ride it for the first time and having to pee so bad my family told my my pee would hit eveyone on the ride when we went on those two loops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Jet Star II (Whatever happened to Jet Star I?) and hearing about the kids that weren't prepared for the stop and the one in backs teeth went into the head of the other one. (Which I am sure is so untrue). Its amazing how you go on the new rides like Wicked and they practically box you in just to keep you safe, but on this ride its like an open bob sled with one loose seat belt holding you in. I am sure it is not super safe but I love that ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Airplanes I don't care what anyone says I love those silly airplanes and trying to get them to go as far out as possible by moving that heavy metal wing back and forth with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Terror Ride I was so scared of that ride when I was little. Wasn't there a witch or something that came out of the shutters on the top? Or did I just imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I just love lagoon. I even ditch my favorite shoes (flip flops) just so I can ride the swings. The new things that I love are dipin dots. You just can't go to Lagoon and not get some. Also that they have many water rides so you don't sweat to death. Which I like the Cliffhanger but unless you want to get everything wet including your kidneys don't ride that ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-8056543807266781983?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/8056543807266781983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=8056543807266781983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8056543807266781983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/8056543807266781983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/07/lagoon.html' title='LAGOON!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SID2tfQWM3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5M8duiJwIe8/s72-c/June+to+July+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-2539500862732344895</id><published>2008-07-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:20.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Diablo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5PbxKMhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KGePKZMvuwA/s1600-h/June+to+July+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224097767576187410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5PbxKMhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KGePKZMvuwA/s400/June+to+July+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5PssYLsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ovAvus7PvWA/s1600-h/June+to+July+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224097772119535298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5PssYLsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ovAvus7PvWA/s400/June+to+July+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5Qdrq3fI/AAAAAAAAADE/31dfsCjLn40/s1600-h/June+to+July+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224097785269902834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5Qdrq3fI/AAAAAAAAADE/31dfsCjLn40/s400/June+to+July+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5QkJQpyI/AAAAAAAAADM/jPa1-tqi9gM/s1600-h/June+to+July+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224097787004626722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5QkJQpyI/AAAAAAAAADM/jPa1-tqi9gM/s400/June+to+July+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5Q0kCMXI/AAAAAAAAADU/nROpD6MqJcc/s1600-h/June+to+July+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224097791411892594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5Q0kCMXI/AAAAAAAAADU/nROpD6MqJcc/s400/June+to+July+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told to update my blog although I really have nothing exciting going on in my life right now. I thought I would share my story of the devil spider that was lurking in my bathroom one fateful day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come home and go to get in the shower, I take off my glasses and climb in. As many of you may know I am blind as a bat so things are a little fuzzy for me. I look in the corner of my shower and see this big black dot in the ceiling. So I thought to myself is my neighbor drilling holes in my ceiling spy on me. I get a little closer (too close) and its a spider a giant one. Well I am not too terrified of spiders so I continue showering with one eye open. My shower has the shower head that is actually a hose so I turn on the water full pressure and spray it on the spider. It caught the spider off guard and he goes dropping down from the ceiling. Then with the full pressure of the water on this devil spider he still climbed his way back up to the ceiling. Then I sprayed some cleaner on the spider, hairspray, and water but this spider was hanging on. I finally got him down into the tub and used nail polish remover on him and that polished him off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture of him next to my toe is when he is a little shriveled from all the chemicals. He must be a very strong spider. I showed the Bugman that comes and sprays my work and he says that this spider is actually a really good spider that eats posionous ones but I wasn't taking my chances. My dog likes to eat spiders so I don't want any around. I have now developed this obsession with taking pictures of spiders or bugs in my house but sometimes they disappear while I am getting my camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-2539500862732344895?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/2539500862732344895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=2539500862732344895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/2539500862732344895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/2539500862732344895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-diablo.html' title='El Diablo'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SH-5PbxKMhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KGePKZMvuwA/s72-c/June+to+July+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-6311525621171140200</id><published>2008-06-08T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:20.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutest mullet ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx7yNzlalI/AAAAAAAAACU/WQ6twA4BC2w/s1600-h/May+to+June+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx7yhtlFSI/AAAAAAAAACc/SBXwXUuigT4/s1600-h/May+to+June+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209674976934040866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx7yhtlFSI/AAAAAAAAACc/SBXwXUuigT4/s400/May+to+June+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx7y6q43HI/AAAAAAAAACk/ybKhfWzukv8/s1600-h/May+to+June+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209674983633640562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx7y6q43HI/AAAAAAAAACk/ybKhfWzukv8/s400/May+to+June+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx7zfQYVMI/AAAAAAAAACs/yUHkPlTZB4U/s1600-h/May+to+June+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I do have a family I can write about and they actually have children and things going on in their lives I can write about. So my newest nephew Xavier James (I hope I spelled that right), was born on thursday the Fifth. He was number 14, crazy right. The funny thing is 8 of those 14 are under the age of 4. This little guy was the seventh boy bringing the boys back up to even with the girls. This little bundle of joy came 18 days early to my sister Amber and her husband Mike, weighing in at a healthy weight of 7 pounds and 2 ounces. He is so stinkin cute and he came rocking a mullet, he must be all about business and partys. Anyways I can't wait to get to know the little man and what can I say my family has beautiful children. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx37G5GbEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4lGV3hwCMXc/s1600-h/May+to+June+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209670726306917442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx37G5GbEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4lGV3hwCMXc/s320/May+to+June+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx37sxmKsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nEp77JAF6Yw/s1600-h/May+to+June+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-6311525621171140200?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/6311525621171140200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=6311525621171140200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6311525621171140200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/6311525621171140200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/06/cutest-mullet-ever.html' title='The cutest mullet ever!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SEx7yhtlFSI/AAAAAAAAACc/SBXwXUuigT4/s72-c/May+to+June+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570770208732131189.post-886188149800049848</id><published>2008-06-06T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:02:23.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog!</title><content type='html'>So my sister Audrey asked me to start a blog because she wants to list her friends on the side of her blog but she doesn't have very many blogging friends. At first I was unwilling for various reasons. First of all I think that blogs are so cute when you are married and/or have kids. Well I don't have either. Personally I think that some of the blogs I have seen where it's just a single person are quite lame like "Oh my gosh the other day at school....". I really don't have that much going on in my life so for the three people who will actually read my blogs, you may be bored out of your gills. Like I mentioned before I don't have any kids except for a four legged hairy black dog. He is two so he has learned all his tricks, so I can't even blog about that. He can sit. stay, speak, rollover, catch treats off his nose, and do that last trick with just hand movements. He is a good boy and I am a proud mom, but that is not much to talk about. The only other thing I have going on in my life is work. I work at a raisin ranch and sometimes funny things happen, so that may be what I have to blog about. It may be a lame blog but I love my sister so I will do anything for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570770208732131189-886188149800049848?l=autumnbbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/886188149800049848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4570770208732131189&amp;postID=886188149800049848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/886188149800049848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4570770208732131189/posts/default/886188149800049848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnbbottom.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-blog.html' title='First blog!'/><author><name>Autumn and Mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00632630418466059678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O6FKr31954/SaW1yuUOXeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5yRkrLeXM0U/S220/October+2008++to+February+2009+420.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
