<?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-7213870278246810791</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:39:22.798-08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Witt World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-3265919735813248127</id><published>2012-01-10T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:12:07.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Out There!</title><content type='html'>The holidays were fabulous for the Witts!  We spent time with our families and friends.  I can't believe what wonderful people we have in our lives.  More than anything, I can't believe that they choose to be there! Good memories were made, although not many photos were taken to document (resolustions to come...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things around our house have been crazier than ever as Allen starts his LAST SEMESTER before graduation and we prepare for this baby.  I can't believe how fast time is going by.  I feel like this pregnancy is cruising and I can't believe I only have 10 weeks left.  We still have a lot to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond our routine, Allen and I both have been attempting to better ourselves through our New Year Resolutions.  January has a tendancy of being one of my favorite months because of this tradition.  There is something so refreshing about looking at yourself and how you can be better.  My list is long, but realistic and I'm hopeful that I'll see personal improvement as well as improvement in our family.  I feel a personal stretch coming, and it's exciting for me.  I'm really hoping to share some of my goals and progression on this blog.  I think it's good to be accountable and this is a small way of doing that.  So stand by for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because so many of you keep asking for it, here we are at 29 weeks.  Yes, I know I'm big, but I'm loving the uncontrollable weight gain and everything else that comes with this opportunity.  Love this little girl...and we're getting more and more anxious to meet her.  Happy Tuesday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRFKqKNFsEg/TwybeS__8oI/AAAAAAAAC1o/LaLSXD5mvsE/s1600/29wkbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRFKqKNFsEg/TwybeS__8oI/AAAAAAAAC1o/LaLSXD5mvsE/s400/29wkbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098573515485826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-3265919735813248127?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/3265919735813248127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=3265919735813248127&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3265919735813248127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3265919735813248127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-out-there.html' title='Hello Out There!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRFKqKNFsEg/TwybeS__8oI/AAAAAAAAC1o/LaLSXD5mvsE/s72-c/29wkbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2636964327819476374</id><published>2011-12-23T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:40:51.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb-HdG1wqP8/TvT1TW_phgI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/PLUU7Putlio/s1600/christmas%2Bcard%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb-HdG1wqP8/TvT1TW_phgI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/PLUU7Putlio/s400/christmas%2Bcard%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689441942214641154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2636964327819476374?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2636964327819476374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2636964327819476374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2636964327819476374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2636964327819476374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb-HdG1wqP8/TvT1TW_phgI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/PLUU7Putlio/s72-c/christmas%2Bcard%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2700654321877281275</id><published>2011-11-10T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:28:40.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Where We Are and Where We've Been - Give Thanks Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h94O7_IL06M/TryISr2S66I/AAAAAAAAC04/5vWeNhPbliQ/s1600/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h94O7_IL06M/TryISr2S66I/AAAAAAAAC04/5vWeNhPbliQ/s400/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673559485169462178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was independent.  &lt;br /&gt;I was ambitious.  &lt;br /&gt;I was stubborn.  &lt;br /&gt;I was careful and untrusting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was carefree.  &lt;br /&gt;He was a "mountain man."  &lt;br /&gt;He was scruffy.  &lt;br /&gt;He was careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change.  People can help change people.  I'm still stubborn and he's still scruffy, but when I think of how much Allen and I have changed over the last 4 years, it blows my mind.  That's when I realize how good he is for me and (dare I say) I for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for all of the experiences we've had together.  And suprisingly, mostly for the tough ones.  No matter how painful at the time, these things have made us stronger and better.  Tough times don't last, but the lessons and perspective we gain from them?  Well...those do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to look back often, because it helps me to appreciate the wonderful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHWEGnRlBZI/TryHbvhsdJI/AAAAAAAAC0s/wSxi7Ns6E3o/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHWEGnRlBZI/TryHbvhsdJI/AAAAAAAAC0s/wSxi7Ns6E3o/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673558541263991954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2700654321877281275?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2700654321877281275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2700654321877281275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2700654321877281275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2700654321877281275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-we-are-and-where-weve-been-give.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Where We Are and Where We&apos;ve Been&lt;/em&gt; - Give Thanks Thursday'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h94O7_IL06M/TryISr2S66I/AAAAAAAAC04/5vWeNhPbliQ/s72-c/IMG_2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-3743348175131798792</id><published>2011-11-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:08:00.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Freak Outs and Kicked Back to Reality - Give Thanks Thursday</title><content type='html'>Lately we've been stressed, and by stressed, I mean strapped.  Money is a big issue for us right now.  From medical bills (past and present), to tuition, to groceries, we are really struggling.  It's so easy for me sometimes to freak out.  I'm really good at it.  Ask anyone who knows me.  If you ever need a good freak-outter, call me.  I'll hook you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up with a few hours before work.  I wanted to get a better grip on where we are at this month in moneyland as well as my busiest-photography-month-ever-AND-computer-breakdown.  After a few little stressors I felt close to freaking out.  Then I felt a strong kick from my little one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly started counting my blessings; each one.  I have an amazing husband who works hard for us, and who I love with every part of me.  I love the lives we are living and building together.  That includes this little girl growing inside of me.  I have the joy and promised blessings of the &lt;a href="http://lds.org"&gt;Gospel of Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt;.  We have a home.  We have food.  We have health, talents, and people who love us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What reason do I have to be freaking out?  Really.  I guess I did get a "better grip on where we are at..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks little lady for kicking me back to reality today.  I really needed it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6651bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-3743348175131798792?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/3743348175131798792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=3743348175131798792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3743348175131798792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3743348175131798792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/11/freak-outs-and-kicked-back-to-reality.html' title='Freak Outs and Kicked Back to Reality - &lt;em&gt;Give Thanks Thursday&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_IMG_6651bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-157617501201592471</id><published>2011-11-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:13:46.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way...</title><content type='html'>I can't even believe it.  This baby is going to be here before we know it.  I am loving every minute of this pregnancy, but time is flying.  What a privledge this has been.  Here are some of the answers to pregnancy related questions I been asked recently...plus a reluctant belly shot taken last week (because y'all keep asking and I love you that much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/IMG_6637e-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss:&lt;/strong&gt; +6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you wearing maternity clothes yet?&lt;/strong&gt; No.  Jeggings are my newly found best friend though thanks to my personal shopper, Monica Rirey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you felt the baby move?&lt;/strong&gt; All.the.time.  I've felt her since 15 weeks.  I think she might have some sort of ADHD, or she's just as excited to be in there as we are that she dances most of the day.  It's one of my very favorite things in all the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you crave any specific foods?&lt;/strong&gt; I wouldn't say I have a lot of cravings.  One thing that I've never enjoyed before now is steak.  There was a period of time where I could've had a medium-well steak for every meal.  The only other thing that I feel I go through a lot of is orange juice... Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you gone shopping yet? (followed by..."girls are so fun to shop for.")  &lt;/strong&gt; Well, I'm completely overwhelmed and intimidated by all things girly.  I have never owned a pink..anything so, no, I have not gone shopping yet.  And I feel completely lost.  I have a few helpful friends that have offered their assistance.  &lt;em&gt;*I'll try to make you not look homely little lady.  Love, mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on dad?  Well, Allen is the sweetest dad already.  He loves talking to his "baby girl" and has felt her move a few times.  I can't wait to see him with her.  The relationship between daddy and daughter is certainly a special one.  He's already impressing me with how much he loves his little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-157617501201592471?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/157617501201592471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=157617501201592471&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/157617501201592471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/157617501201592471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/11/half-way.html' title='Half Way...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-138603110752824315</id><published>2011-09-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:34:09.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jillwittphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/captured%20moments/fam11FALLMINIS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-138603110752824315?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/138603110752824315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=138603110752824315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/138603110752824315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/138603110752824315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/09/check-it.html' title='Check it'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/captured%20moments/th_fam11FALLMINIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6971250089086932005</id><published>2011-09-20T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:23:07.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Remember how I haven't been taking pictures of our lives like I should?  Well, someone else did...and look what they found! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LT0AxKaM7pg/Tni3vVnHdxI/AAAAAAAACzI/Pi-IxmS709o/s1600/IMG_20110829_182341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LT0AxKaM7pg/Tni3vVnHdxI/AAAAAAAACzI/Pi-IxmS709o/s400/IMG_20110829_182341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654471356046604050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's baby at 10 weeks giving mom and dad thumbs up.  I'm 13 weeks now and doing great.  I have enjoyed every pregnancy symptom so far.&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful to so many (of you) who have prayed, fasted, and supported us through our struggle with infertility.  Miraculously, this baby decided to come all on it's own.  We were truly and wonderfully suprised (as was our doctor).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Baby is due &lt;strong&gt;March 24th!&lt;/strong&gt;  And we.are.thrilled.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DA0Xmqu9cN4/Tni8xlBXUzI/AAAAAAAACz4/omNu4blhmFM/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DA0Xmqu9cN4/Tni8xlBXUzI/AAAAAAAACz4/omNu4blhmFM/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654476892101104434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6971250089086932005?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6971250089086932005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6971250089086932005&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6971250089086932005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6971250089086932005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-how-i-havent-been-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LT0AxKaM7pg/Tni3vVnHdxI/AAAAAAAACzI/Pi-IxmS709o/s72-c/IMG_20110829_182341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-7033297932168007741</id><published>2011-09-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:44:40.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday</title><content type='html'>I remember when I used to take pictures of my life; of MY life, not just the lives and events of those who hire me to do it.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to blog about.  Not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll simply say that today I'm thankful for orange juice.  It's just so good. &lt;br /&gt;So I've been going through gallons lately... with calicum! Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nvJ_mexOTA/Tl-X3wWx1ZI/AAAAAAAACzA/C78kwHtc_zY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nvJ_mexOTA/Tl-X3wWx1ZI/AAAAAAAACzA/C78kwHtc_zY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647399441874933138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-7033297932168007741?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/7033297932168007741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=7033297932168007741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7033297932168007741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7033297932168007741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/09/give-thanks-thursday.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nvJ_mexOTA/Tl-X3wWx1ZI/AAAAAAAACzA/C78kwHtc_zY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-9191417540031434475</id><published>2011-07-07T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:44:04.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>GIve Thanks Thursday - Timely Text</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allen Witt&lt;/strong&gt;: Romans 5:3-5. Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: :) :) :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been struggling lately.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious.&lt;br /&gt;He helps me.&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;Love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-9191417540031434475?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/9191417540031434475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=9191417540031434475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/9191417540031434475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/9191417540031434475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-thanks-thursday-timely-text.html' title='GIve Thanks Thursday - Timely Text'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-8551472142493863227</id><published>2011-06-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:02:56.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO TEAM WITT!</title><content type='html'>Hello friends, family, and collegues!&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, we have been dreaming of and praying for a little one of our own since the day we were married in 2007. We have been through all kinds of fertility treatments over the last few years to help this dream come true, but with no success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since finding out that IVF is the avenue we must take, Allen and I have done everything in our power to raise and save money for this miraculous procedure (at $12,000 - $15,000 per cycle!). I have also been inspired to create Pound the Pavement for Parenthood which is a non-profit organization dedicated to helping other couples who struggle with infertility raise funds for fertility treatments and/or adoption. This last year our organization was able to help four couples get much closer to their dream and two of those couples will be going though with their treatments this summer. I’m so grateful to have this organization and opportunity, as it has helped me reach out to others who unexpectedly in turn have reached out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March of this year we had a failed IVF cycle and learned much about what we need to do for the next round to be successful. So here we are asking for help...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron and Kristin Call are a few of those 'others' who have offered to help and support us in our journey to parenthood.  They have offered to hold a silent online auction on &lt;strong&gt;June 24th and 25th&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://goteamwitt.blogspot.com"&gt;goteamwitt.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to help us raise these precious funds.  We are so lucky to be sponsored for an amazing auction with some fabulous products and packages, but we are still in need of donations.  Anything you would be willing to donate will be appreciated and move us a step closer to becoming parents.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Here's how you can help:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. If you are a business owner (or know someone) and would like to donate an item to be auctioned off, please click here for more information. We are also interested in finding a business that would be willing to match our total donation goal....!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Bid on our online auctions starting June 24th!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. If you are uninterested in either of these options, you can always go directly to http://goteamwitt.blogspot.com and click the donate button to make a monetary donation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Spread the word on your blog,facebook.or twitter!  This will be a huge help.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you have any questions.  Or contact Kristin Call, the lovely and generous genious behind this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your generosity!  We so appreciate your willingness to support our cause, and we appreciate the support you have already offered.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love, Allen and Jill (and Baby Witt)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-8551472142493863227?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/8551472142493863227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=8551472142493863227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8551472142493863227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8551472142493863227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/06/go-team-witt.html' title='GO TEAM WITT!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4620113013938062903</id><published>2011-06-09T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:23:20.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Motherboard and Sistas</title><content type='html'>This last Tuesday I was completely disconnected.  The motherboard on my phone was fried. I don't understand it but, it was irritating.  You don't really appreciate the necessity of technology in this modern world of ours until you step out of it.  Awful out there I tell you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other terrors of the day, I had to no-show on a new client for a newborn shoot! Not reschedule...NO SHOW!  AGH!!!  I almost died.  Simply had no way to let her know.  And the good-for-nothin' Sprint dude (who had ghastly facial hair) really offered no relief for me.  Bah! (don't worry, she was a sweetheart about it and I photographed the gorgeous baby girl this morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of this accident with the ever important motherboard, I was able to spend some time with &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; of my sisters.  And at the same time!  This unfortunately doesn't seem to happen as much as it really should.  But I really enjoyed the short time where it was just the three of us (plus little Nater-bug) talking and laughing.  They're good eggs those two.  Speaking of eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little sister a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/captured%20moments/sb1-7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant, no?  Yes.  She is due (I mean really due) to have my third most precious lil nephew, like now!  So on Tuesday, my sistas and I, well, we went back to the old days.  We jumped on the trampoline and played crack the proverbial egg.  Remember that?  WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9409.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she even did a trick - classic "bum." could possibly be the coolest pregnant chick in the world.  "what if I'm in labor and i'm just too tough to notice?"  love her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9423.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-13.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9421.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it work?  Not so much.  Tough "egg" to "crack" but we had spicey curry at Thai Village for lunch.  Delish!  Thankful for my sistas today because they are so bloody much fun! And they give me babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to baby Porter:  Come on out little man.  It is so time for you to meet the world and let your momma rest.  Also, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, your auntie Jilly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4620113013938062903?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4620113013938062903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4620113013938062903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4620113013938062903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4620113013938062903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-thanks-thursday-motherboard-and.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Motherboard and Sistas&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-956588235346392805</id><published>2011-06-06T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:33:59.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Searching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I need a challenge.  I need to stretch myself; to make myself uncomfortable. I'm wanting to discover new dreams.  And I'm doing it. &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-12.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-956588235346392805?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/956588235346392805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=956588235346392805&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/956588235346392805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/956588235346392805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/06/soul-searching.html' title='Soul Searching...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5360308684443554830</id><published>2011-06-02T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:03:15.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not?</title><content type='html'>I think "The Witt World" might be winding down... Perhaps I can combine two of my blogs together.  I'm hoping in the near future to revamp my photog blog/site (so NOT me as it currently stands) and perhaps share glimpses of our lives there.  I like writing.  I like expressing myself and documenting our lives.  I don't like keeping up 3 blogs, and this particular blog dear friends is what is taking the hardest hit. Is anyone out there even reading anymore? ha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, our memorial weekend was this (crappy point n shoot nikon pictures).  And for the record I will say that if it was ok to do so, I would spend my life's savings on the most awesomest equipement (that's right) and move to the mountains.  And there I would stay with A-Dub and the blissful outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArUHChGc4L0/TepMnj_wphI/AAAAAAAACvo/HCUaVyIxfgw/s1600/DSCN1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArUHChGc4L0/TepMnj_wphI/AAAAAAAACvo/HCUaVyIxfgw/s400/DSCN1196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614384128032024082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rJsxkfnRis/TepM-OWf5ZI/AAAAAAAACvw/2BZH0SSX7Ks/s1600/DSCN1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rJsxkfnRis/TepM-OWf5ZI/AAAAAAAACvw/2BZH0SSX7Ks/s400/DSCN1197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614384517358806418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRe5WXWifiU/TepNctHiRiI/AAAAAAAACwA/LCXt_4pfXpM/s1600/DSCN1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRe5WXWifiU/TepNctHiRiI/AAAAAAAACwA/LCXt_4pfXpM/s400/DSCN1212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614385041013622306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Onhcjk_L2oI/TepN1dR8EfI/AAAAAAAACwI/cVBdXGVxNCA/s1600/DSCN1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Onhcjk_L2oI/TepN1dR8EfI/AAAAAAAACwI/cVBdXGVxNCA/s400/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614385466259018226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFv9VUnxgCc/TepOQKF2HUI/AAAAAAAACwQ/XmqAFIm0L4g/s1600/DSCN1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFv9VUnxgCc/TepOQKF2HUI/AAAAAAAACwQ/XmqAFIm0L4g/s400/DSCN1223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614385924964490562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqY-unTqqwk/TepPE8OW0vI/AAAAAAAACwo/5KBue5VGbWU/s1600/DSCN1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3P8TRtTf7k/TepRJe1PzWI/AAAAAAAACxg/dS3rMqe-gQw/s400/DSCN1307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614389108807814498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vaB_HPQn50/TepRmSIi3YI/AAAAAAAACxw/4AQG0zzfncI/s1600/DSCN1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vaB_HPQn50/TepRmSIi3YI/AAAAAAAACxw/4AQG0zzfncI/s400/DSCN1311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614389603615300994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KpfuSbFjWX8/TepRXDhV3TI/AAAAAAAACxo/qO47Gi3XfHA/s&lt;br /&gt;1600/DSCN1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KpfuSbFjWX8/TepRXDhV3TI/AAAAAAAACxo/qO47Gi3XfHA/s400/DSCN1308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614389341994736946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5360308684443554830?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5360308684443554830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5360308684443554830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5360308684443554830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5360308684443554830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-blog-or-not.html' title='To Blog or Not?'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArUHChGc4L0/TepMnj_wphI/AAAAAAAACvo/HCUaVyIxfgw/s72-c/DSCN1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-480255750025843533</id><published>2011-02-19T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:21:37.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Love</title><content type='html'>We had FHE Valentine style at our house the week before the big day - "love shacks" with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which one is mine and which is Marv's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-11.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6612.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6603.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6604.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, one could say that Allen and I don't really celebrate Valentines Day. I wouldn't say it's a forgotten holiday in our house, just nothing special.  I love my husband.  He loves me.  And we try to celebrate and appreciate that often, not just on February 14th (although I do appreciate the holiday for what it represents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks before the day of love, I had a dream (nightmare really).  Allen and I were at the store.  Allen started filling his arms with Valentine...stuff.  He had a huge bouquet of red roses (and picked the very best of the best - ??), he bought chocolate cake, and other candies and toys people like for Valentines Day.  Then he proceeded to tell me who all these gifts were for.  He had other women in mind on this day, since we don't really celebrate it...needless to say, I was a bit sad.  I woke up the next morning and told Allen the dream.  He laughed when I made him promise that I would be his &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; Valentine, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I came home to Allen welcoming me at the garage door.  He had showered, shaven (treat for me!), and was wearing my favorite shirt.  He made me close my eyes and led me into the house where he had a candlelit dinner prepared with red roses everywhere.  He even made a heart shaped chocolate mousse cake for dessert.  Delish.  In the middle of the bouquet was a Valentines card (homemade with construction paper, no less) expressing his love and giving me more reasons to be crazy about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6637.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6641.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6639.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mr!  Thanks for making me feel special when I least expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-480255750025843533?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/480255750025843533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=480255750025843533&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/480255750025843533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/480255750025843533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-of-love.html' title='The Day of Love'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-740294899444929579</id><published>2011-02-03T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:06:46.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - (even though it feels like Friday)</title><content type='html'>There is something to be said of a night out with the girls, and by "girls," I mean women; beautiful, strong, quirky women.  I have great neighbors, who have become more than neighbors really.  These people are now my supporters, friends, confidants, and a form of extended family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night some of us went out for cupcakes at &lt;a href="http://www.thesweettoothfairy.com/?gclid=CNPrxIaM7aYCFRtVgwodQykVIg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; darling little spot to celebrate &lt;a href="http://thetoblerones.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; birthday.  And oh how I love her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TUsNMVobWMI/AAAAAAAACt8/27ggxZIIrZk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TUsNMVobWMI/AAAAAAAACt8/27ggxZIIrZk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569559869790050498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us spent hours talking, laughing, and enjoying dense cupcakes and too-hot chocolate.  Endearing stories were shared (Keri, I seriously LOVE your tracing), as well as fears (guns, break-ins, fires), and favorite things.  And every time we do this, I feel more and more thankful that Marv and I live where we do and that we are surrounded by the good people that we are.  I feel lucky and thankful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to plan our girls trip this spring.  Get ready ladies!  It's going to happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the heavens above for girls nights!  &lt;br /&gt;Oh the sanity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-740294899444929579?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/740294899444929579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=740294899444929579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/740294899444929579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/740294899444929579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/02/give-thanks-thursday-even-though-it.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - (even though it feels like Friday)'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TUsNMVobWMI/AAAAAAAACt8/27ggxZIIrZk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5783636267638930479</id><published>2011-01-29T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:43:37.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Fog</title><content type='html'>This morning I went for a brisk run, and by "brisk" I mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freaking freezing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I couldn't see a block in front of me because the fog was so thick.  Near the end of my 3 miles, my eyeballs felt like they had a slight frozen layer about them and my vision was a little hazy.  I was quite cold the entire run, but the fog made it awesome anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how fog looks and I love the mood it sets. I'm hoping and praying for more of it tonight or tomorrow because the whole time I was running, I was dreaming of images I've been wanting to create for a month now. (I miss my camera)  So here's hoping for more fog this weekend!  Oh, and did I mention my eyelashes were icicles when I got home? Why, yes. Yes they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/icycles.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5783636267638930479?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5783636267638930479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5783636267638930479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5783636267638930479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5783636267638930479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-love-of-fog.html' title='For the Love of Fog'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6371577431881938885</id><published>2011-01-27T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:14:26.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Chips of Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I'm not talking the expensive gourmet smooth chocolate or coccoa dusted truffles and the like.  It seems that this week small chips of chocolate (the milk kind) have been my pacifier.  Let's talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel satisfied  right now...satisfied with me.  I don't feel like I'm reaching or working for anything, and I need that in my life.  Call me ambitious, call me bored, call me Attention Deficit, but that's how it is.  Working at the same place for the last 7 years, I just feel utterly unchallenged.  I want to go back to school, but our money is going in so many different directions, that it's just not an option right now.  I want a baby.  I've wanted a baby.  &lt;em&gt;I still don't have a baby.&lt;/em&gt;  Much needs to happen before we can continue that course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but believe changes are in the works.  Who knows what?  Who knows when?  But I have to believe that (for fear of completely loosing it).  I'm going through something, that's for sure.  One relaxing chip at a time along with &lt;strong&gt; more time&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I'll get through, and be better for it.  Dear blogging friends, remember on this Give Thanks Thursday that even the cheapest of chocolate can make a disappointing day &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much better.  Don't worry people, I'm not eating my problems.  Things aren't all that bad.  I'm just appreciating more of life's simple pleasures...cheap chips of chocolate!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are having a good week.  Only 4 more days left in January!  Thank the heavens above.  Bring on February, I say.  That'll bring us that much closer to spring.  And anyway, doesn't February require more chocolate than other months?  That's what I thought.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6371577431881938885?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6371577431881938885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6371577431881938885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6371577431881938885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6371577431881938885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-thanks-thursday-chips-of-chocolate.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - Chips of Chocolate'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-3648534071142268078</id><published>2011-01-20T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:56:30.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday Return - Little Things</title><content type='html'>Lately I can't focus (a possible explaination for the lack of blogging here).  Over the last few months I have found more reasons (big and small) to be so thankful.  Much has happened and much has been learned.  The big events of life's experience are affected so much by the little things of everyday life.  Today, I'm thankful for those little things and how they make life lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adventures&lt;br /&gt;comfort food&lt;br /&gt;Allen's "funny" facial hair&lt;br /&gt;new running shoes&lt;br /&gt;runny yolk&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;juice&lt;br /&gt;fingernail polish&lt;br /&gt;coupons&lt;br /&gt;games&lt;br /&gt;food network&lt;br /&gt;snuggling&lt;br /&gt;baths&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;clean sheats&lt;br /&gt;E.O.(s)&lt;br /&gt;date nights&lt;br /&gt;and blankets&lt;br /&gt;(to name a few)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to always look for and focus more on the little lovely things of life.  Join me, will you?  Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-3648534071142268078?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/3648534071142268078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=3648534071142268078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3648534071142268078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3648534071142268078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-thanks-thursday-return-little.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday Return - &lt;em&gt;Little Things&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-3187195027544833947</id><published>2011-01-11T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:00:54.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Do you wonder if I'll ever blog again here at "The Witt World?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-3187195027544833947?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/3187195027544833947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=3187195027544833947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3187195027544833947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3187195027544833947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6076223999986624074</id><published>2010-12-01T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:44:25.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Better</title><content type='html'>I'm a good person.  I mean, I'm pretty sure of it.  Afterall, I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; put my grocery cart in the clearly marked specially gated cart area in the parking lot.  I avoid smashing potato bugs and other creatures when I'm out jogging, even if it breaks my stride (yeah! I'm just &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kindhearted!).  I try to say yes, more than no.  And I almost always give to the boy scouts when they come knocking. But, after all of these good deeds and some pretty in depth soul searching, I've realized in so many ways...&lt;em&gt;I'm lacking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started thinking, which meant &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; soul searching (how tiring).  And here's what I came up with.  I really have no one else to blame...except for everyone around me.  Really. It's not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fault my friends and family are &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; good.  They're just better!  &lt;em&gt;They/you&lt;/em&gt; are the reason I look so bad.  That's all there is to it!  And what is a girl to do in this kind of predicament?!  Not much.  I guess that's just part of associating with people of this calibur.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm floored and amazed at the supremely genuine and considerate people in my life.  It forces me to be better.  Yes, even better and beyond my grocery cart etiquette.  I'm working on myself this holiday season.  Watch out world! I may just get better... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6124.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;(each year we buy an ornament - this is for 2010)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you are also enjoying the season!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6076223999986624074?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6076223999986624074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6076223999986624074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6076223999986624074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6076223999986624074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-and-better.html' title='Good and Better'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1451909584911846171</id><published>2010-11-29T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:44:56.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It was Thanksgiving last week, and this year was special.  It was just me and &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.  Our parents left Utah, so we chose to celebrate our thanks for this amazing year, just us.  When will that sort of intimate Thanksgiving celebration ever happen again? Perfect.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6111.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our feast began with stuffed mushrooms...mmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6102.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had all the essentials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb2-1.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6109.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-10.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;delish berry crumble to end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6122.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we enjoyed the parade, football, christmas movies, and games. together. love this guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6115.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We have much to be thankful for, as always, but this year I believe is one we will always remember.  2010 has proved to be an exciting and difficult year, full of learning and love.  The experiences we've had, the people we've met, and the blessings we enjoy...life is good my friends.  Life is really good.  And I'm excited to say, I believe it's only going to get better.  Happy holidays! Cheers. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1451909584911846171?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1451909584911846171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1451909584911846171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1451909584911846171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1451909584911846171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-indeed.html' title='Thankful Indeed'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6584581902681653815</id><published>2010-11-12T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:44:51.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow...it's happening!  I almost can't believe it.  On one hand, it seems like planning &lt;a href="http://poundthepavementforparenthood.com"&gt;this 5k &lt;/a&gt;has taken months.  On the other, I can't believe how much we still have to do before tomorrow morning!  I feel truly blessed that we managed to pull this all together in less than one month.  Never tell me I can't do something when I have such &lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt; friends who make things happen!  ;)  Hope to see you all there!  It really will be a good time and I can't tell you what your support means to me.  If you see me cry tomorrow...well, just ignore that.  See you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6584581902681653815?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6584581902681653815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6584581902681653815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6584581902681653815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6584581902681653815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-698697117902267931</id><published>2010-11-11T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:52:08.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Chicken Scratch</title><content type='html'>You all know I'm a list girl.  I'm totally motivated by my daily semi-organized chicken scratch and find serious satisfaction in action of crossing off.  This is my list today.  Looks lovely, doesn't it?  And manageable too, right?  &lt;strong&gt;Yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TNwTTlhbdQI/AAAAAAAACsI/KLZYkKD8OpA/s1600/CIMG0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TNwTTlhbdQI/AAAAAAAACsI/KLZYkKD8OpA/s400/CIMG0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538322868969633026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, like most days I'm thankful for my lists.  Lately this is what helps bring more sanity than anything else. I'm happy to say that my lists have been shrinking!  And after Saturday, sweet relief!  Come join us, won't you?  10 am, a measley 3.1 miles, and a lot of fun following.  Come &lt;a href="http://poundthepavementforparenthood.com"&gt;Pound the Pavement!&lt;/a&gt; You won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-698697117902267931?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/698697117902267931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=698697117902267931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/698697117902267931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/698697117902267931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-thanks-thursday-chicken-scratch.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Chicken Scratch&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TNwTTlhbdQI/AAAAAAAACsI/KLZYkKD8OpA/s72-c/CIMG0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1495073092851080422</id><published>2010-11-04T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:29:15.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Good November - {Give Thanks Thursday}</title><content type='html'>Sure, this post was copied from my infertility blog.  Where's the problem in that?  I just don't have the time people!  But, I do want to express thanks so, here ya go.  I love this time of year and this time of my life.  It's been an incredible learning experience.  Soaking it all in, and trying not to become a &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; stress case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, November brings with it clarity.  After the candy rush from Halloween leaves my system, it seems I'm able to focus on important things.  I have much to be thankful for.  Especially right now in my life and current life-happening, it's clear and right here for me to see how blessed I really am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, the people in my life are the huge realized current blessing.  &lt;em&gt;What would I do without these people?&lt;/em&gt;  That question has left me stumped many times over the last 18 days. I have two friends who have stepped up...I mean, stepped up big time!  Thank you to those two friends again and again. &lt;em&gt;("love you, bye!")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced with life challenges like this, you do indeed see who your real and true friends are, as well as the character of those with whom you associate with.  Believe it or not, insensitivity has reered it's ugly face in bigger ways than the usual, which wasn't suprising but always disappointing. It's been...enlightening to say the least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very strange and difficult thing for me to ask for help.  Asking for help suggests my inability to take care of it myself, a feeling I'm uncomfortable with.  Beyond that, opening up and letting the world know and asking it to be a part of this very personal part of me is more than vulnerable...it's a raw, exposed feeling.  It's uncomfortable.  I'm living with this new uneasy feeling and with it has come some amazing experiences as people show genuine concern and generosity towards me and Marv.  It's been a special thing to witness.  It's overwhelming.  It's changed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm just so thankful for people, the &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; people who have shown their true colors in amazing ways.  The world really is full of people with heart.  I'm thankful to be able to glimpse into that rare and necessary part of the heart and soul of humankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS...YARD SALE THIS WEEKENEND!!!  If you still have stuff to donate, let me know and we'll still come get it.  I'm amazed at some of the donations thus far.  Thank you!  Come join us Saturday!  It's supposed to be good weather.  Harvest Hills Park in Saratoga Springs.  8-4 (or whenever) 2100 N Providence Dr.  Easy to find.  Let me know if you have any questions.  Thanks all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1495073092851080422?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1495073092851080422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1495073092851080422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1495073092851080422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1495073092851080422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-november-give-thanks-thursday.html' title='Good November - {Give Thanks Thursday}'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6337777164921849686</id><published>2010-10-18T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:08:28.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>(I know I never update this blog.  My other blogs seem more important nowdays. But...)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need help!&lt;/strong&gt;  Allen and I learned last week that we will have to do IVF in order to have children.  We have decided we want to go through with it, but we need to raise $12,000 in order to do one cycle!  No, we're not rich.  We want desperatly to raise and save this money so we're asking everyone (even Drew Brees) for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be putting on a HUGE yard sale the first Saturday in November.  That is November 6th.  In the meantime, we're asking for donations of any kind.  If you have anything you'd like to donate for us to sell at the yard sale, we will so gladly and very appreciativly come pick it up from your house and store it until the yard sale. Please let me know if you do have any items.  We will love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm planning (or trying to plan) to put on a 5k run.  Unknown time and place.  Still in the works, but if you work for a company that may be interested at all in donating to a 5k, please let me know.  I'm open to any and all suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of bake sales, photography sessions at a discounted price, as well as selling my kidney, hair, and any other unnecessary things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're willing, please call, text, comment, or email.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6337777164921849686?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6337777164921849686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6337777164921849686&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6337777164921849686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6337777164921849686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/10/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-977204396678802432</id><published>2010-09-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:55:58.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I couldn't spend money yesterday.  Hated that.  UCCU put a freeze on my card.  Turns out someone in Iowa (I'm going to go ahead and guess an illegal immigrant named Juan) somehow stole my debit card number and spent over a thousand dollars of &lt;em&gt;my money&lt;/em&gt;!  And at Walmart of all places!  Come on fella, there are better stores out there.  What a wonderful thing to learn first thing in the morning huh?  Hope you're enjoying your new toys Juan!  Hate Juan.  Thanks to UCCU for flagging this as suspicious activity. No way do I just go to Iowa and blow money.  I prefer to do that here in Utah.  UGH!!!....hate dishonesty.  Happy Wednesday to you all!  I will be here trying to purge all the hate I just spewed all over the internet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-977204396678802432?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/977204396678802432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=977204396678802432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/977204396678802432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/977204396678802432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/09/iowa.html' title='Iowa?!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2420784796082274832</id><published>2010-09-16T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:10:17.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Change</title><content type='html'>Apparently last weeks post is still lingering in my mind, because I can't stop thinking about the wonders of change.  It's refreshing and exciting to me!  Our lives are never stagnant!  If you feel that it is...well...that's just bordom friends, and it may be time to switch something up a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize it or not, change is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; happening and &lt;strong&gt;thank goodness &lt;/strong&gt;(I bore easily).  Whether its weight, hair color, the weather, even at a cellular level - always changing, and how scientific of me, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a some of the changes in the Witt World, with the hope of more to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marv got a new job 2 weeks ago. &lt;strong&gt;(Praise the Lord and Hallelujah!)  &lt;/strong&gt;He came home from a 16 hour day this week, covered in saw dust and clad with lacquer stained clothes.  He hugged me and said, "I like my job." (it's like a movie, isn't it?) Oh it does something to a wife when a happy husband is happy partly because of his employment.  Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marv is also back in shop class and working on creating more beautiful furniature to fill our home.  I felt spoiled last weekend when he took me to RC Willey.  He followed me around as I pointed out whatever beautiful wood piece I wanted him to build.  It was as close as I'll ever get to being the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, the ongoing debate of dark vs light will continue.  I'm back to dark and like it!  So there!  My poor hairdresser... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_0026.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really do love my camera as much as it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to take my photography business to a whole new level.  I'm ready to fully invest my money and &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; to get the images and business I've been dreaming of.  Still brainstorming, but it's oh so exciting!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've &lt;a href="http://vance.dressingyourtruth.com"&gt;Discovered My Truth&lt;/a&gt;.  How 'bout that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're excited to make some health changes and some major health decisions in the next month.  I'm anxious and ready.  Refer to my fertility blog occasionally if you are curious.  And as always, prayers are very appreciated.  Much obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love change.  You should too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2420784796082274832?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2420784796082274832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2420784796082274832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2420784796082274832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2420784796082274832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/09/give-thanks-thursday-change.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Change&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-8224229105416129690</id><published>2010-09-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:32:11.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, Allen and I spent a good part of the day remembering and honoring loved ones.  We attended the Intermountain Healing Hearts annual fundraising walk that morning.  This is the third year I've attended since my baby cousin Wyatt passed away.  It still brings tears to my eyes every time.  Such tender feelings and memories.  You can read past posts about him &lt;a href="http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2008/09/angels.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-wyatt.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/09/intermountain-healing-hearts-angels.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It's always a special event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Wyatt's name before the butterfly release in place of Andrea who lives in St George.  Love you Andrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9838.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families who have lost gather together for the butterfly release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9839.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours hung around for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9851cr.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for a long while...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9857.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9859.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Wyatt knew his mom would like some good photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9853.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send these and the rest to you soon Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-9.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the Orem Cemetary and saw Allen's mother's headstone for the first time.  It's a beautiful stone...  She is surely missed.  It's still strange for both of us at times to realize she's not here.  Holidays will be so different this year.  Such a great lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9871.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9868.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also walked around and found my great grandparents headstones and other family members who are buried there.  It was neat to reflect on the lives of so many wonderful people and spirits that are a part of us.  It was a special day indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-8224229105416129690?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/8224229105416129690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=8224229105416129690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8224229105416129690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8224229105416129690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day to Remember'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6303698534858278673</id><published>2010-09-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:35:49.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Have you ever been so behind on laundry that you find yourself in a pair of someone else's underwear?  &lt;br /&gt;And by someone, I mean my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm at today people!  &lt;br /&gt;We've been the good kind of busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I have quite the TO DO list. (actual blogging of our lives included) &lt;br /&gt;Please bless I get it done...or at least the laundry part, because good grief!  &lt;br /&gt;There is far too much room in certain areas for my liking. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6303698534858278673?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6303698534858278673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6303698534858278673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6303698534858278673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6303698534858278673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-do.html' title='To Do'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5680979629189881139</id><published>2010-08-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:05:55.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Season</title><content type='html'>I keep hearing people say goodbye to summer.  Is it really gone already?!  How could I have missed '&lt;strong&gt;thee&lt;/strong&gt; last day of summer?'  Because I DIDN'T!  Phew... Maybe people are confused because most have children who are back in school, or spouses that only attend during months not classified as summer (unlike Marv).  Well, according to me, the last day of summer = the first day of fall.  So my friends, I for one am still enjoying our summer season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got thinking about the seasons when I first prematurely heard that one of my favorites was over.  How lucky are we to enjoy all four seaons?! (I know there will be comments about the length of this or that, and I'll probably agree, but still...we are lucky). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the freshness of spring.&lt;br /&gt;I love the busy fun of summer.&lt;br /&gt;I love the winding down feeling and nip of fall.&lt;br /&gt;I love the homey-ness of winter(it's a word. look it up).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do look forward to each season for different reasons.  Some I enjoy more than others, but I'm thankful for the opportunity to experience and look forward to each of them, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some good times from our summer so far.  I will miss you summer, but you better believe I will enjoy you to the fullest until September 22 when my attention will turn to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_2311.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_1833.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_1910.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-7.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/4-3.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-8.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan at Tuachan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/27.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_6452.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9588.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9590.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital Reef (more coming from this trip to include one of my favorite hikes EVER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_8772.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_8940.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_9030.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_8779.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am Thankful for Seasons and all of the fun that comes with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5680979629189881139?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5680979629189881139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5680979629189881139&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5680979629189881139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5680979629189881139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-thanks-thursday-season.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Season&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4551836900469579535</id><published>2010-08-19T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:00:00.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Stress Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TG1v6pjZskI/AAAAAAAACqA/ZtF-uRArDn8/s1600/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TG1v6pjZskI/AAAAAAAACqA/ZtF-uRArDn8/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507180972721418818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back.  If you are a "thankful" follower, you'll notice that it has been months since my last "Give Thanks Thursday" post.  Time to bring it back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for &lt;em&gt;stress relief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned about myself over the past few months and apparently I stress with the best of 'em and had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;It took a doctor telling me I'm stressing my body out big-time and me being acutely aware of me to realize that yes, I'm close to heart attack.  Not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; close...don't worry. :)&lt;br /&gt;So I've tried hard to de-stress when I feel it coming on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I've learned to feel it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the grand list of &lt;em&gt;stress relief&lt;/em&gt; my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Essential oils&lt;/strong&gt;.  I really can't tell you enough how glorious lavender and peppermint are.  If you want to learn more or learn where to order some, click &lt;a href="http://www.scribbleswithdoterra.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I also have an awesome sister who is very educated on this subject.  Thank the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Warm baths&lt;/strong&gt;. (preferably with lavender)  It can make any long day seem ok, and any stressful event seem like a breeze.  Bubbles are nice.  Candles are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Being in nature&lt;/strong&gt;.  For me there is stress when I come home.  If you know me, you know I'm a list person.  I have a list a mile long for my house so when I'm at home, that list creeps up on me and stresses me out. "CROSS ME OFF!"  It yells at me.  I promise.  Escaping to the mountains and other pretty places I love really helps.  Even a walk around the neighborhood can do wonders for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Massage&lt;/strong&gt;.  Naturally. (another plug for essential oils? Ok!)  After one of those days, Allen rubbed my feet with oils and I was out.  Like WAY out.  Never slept better.  It was like had taken a sedative but without the drowsy hangover the next morning.  And the world was a lovely place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm talking about good books in general, but mostly the scriptures.  When I'm stressed, certain verses jump out at me and give me much needed perspective and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Laughing&lt;/strong&gt;.  "Marv" sure helps me with this one.  It may be short lived, but it helps just the same.  Good friends and awesome family also get me laughing and it's a good escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Quiet&lt;/strong&gt;.  Noise makes stress worse for me.  In the car, I turn off the radio.  At home, I turn off the TV.  Listening to quiet is good.  It also gives more opportunity for reflection and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Yoga&lt;/strong&gt;.  I need to make it more regular.  It makes me strong physically and is yet so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Giving Thanks&lt;/strong&gt;.  One reason I wanted to start this up again is because there is something theraputic about recognizing your blessings.  I need to express this because I am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for &lt;em&gt;stress relief&lt;/em&gt;.  What helps you with yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4551836900469579535?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4551836900469579535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4551836900469579535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4551836900469579535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4551836900469579535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-thanks-thursday-stress-relief.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Stress Relief&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TG1v6pjZskI/AAAAAAAACqA/ZtF-uRArDn8/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1016562422794147476</id><published>2010-08-12T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:08:18.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating</title><content type='html'>Allen and I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to hike.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the majority of our courtship in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good way to get to know eachother.&lt;br /&gt;You get close quick when you sweat alongside people. (that sounds odd)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we decided on a "little" hike up Rock Canyon.  &lt;br /&gt;We ended up hiking to the top of squaw peak (8.2 miles up up up).&lt;br /&gt;No problem. &lt;br /&gt;We are "experienced" hikers!&lt;br /&gt;Um...were...3 years ago...when we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it. I was pooped!  &lt;br /&gt;It was so &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;We will do it again, and we'll be more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we were both drenched with sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Both starving!  &lt;br /&gt;We went to Los Hermanos for dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;I basically drank 2 1/2 bowls of salsa, which impressed (disgusted) the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;Allen ordered a salad.  ??  &lt;br /&gt;For conversation we pretended we were on a first date.  &lt;br /&gt;I like to do that sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;It's fun to see if Allen can still impress me.  &lt;br /&gt;He can.&lt;br /&gt;I like dating him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note: No time to edit photos of us.  What you get is straight out of camera, my photography in it's most raw form.  Nature shouldn't be messed with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-6.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_7374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/IMG_7372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making blogging goals to include bringing back "Give Thanks Thursdays."  You will hear from me more often.  I know you are all excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1016562422794147476?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1016562422794147476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1016562422794147476&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1016562422794147476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1016562422794147476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/08/dating.html' title='Dating'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_IMG_7374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2395928376146234358</id><published>2010-07-20T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:59:06.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining</title><content type='html'>You know you can't complain about your &lt;strong&gt;marriage&lt;/strong&gt; when, even if initially you try, you just can't get yourself to complain about how the &lt;strong&gt;bed is made&lt;/strong&gt; because, well &lt;strong&gt;he's&lt;/strong&gt; the person who made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/allensbedmaking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Alno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2395928376146234358?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2395928376146234358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2395928376146234358&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2395928376146234358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2395928376146234358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/07/complaining.html' title='Complaining'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_allensbedmaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-840550426543622138</id><published>2010-07-13T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:13:56.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TDyeAxz7LtI/AAAAAAAACoQ/dXSPZWv3RNQ/s1600/browser_page.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TDyeAxz7LtI/AAAAAAAACoQ/dXSPZWv3RNQ/s400/browser_page.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493439381693476562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Black Witt&lt;br /&gt;1938 ~ 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Black Witt passed away on July 10, 2010 in Provo, Utah surrounded by her husband and children. Sandra was 72 years old at the time of her passing. She was born March 18, 1938 in St. George Utah, daughter of Allen Clarence and Genevieve Hardy Black. She married her sweetheart Alvin Wesley Witt on March 13, 1959 in the St. George Temple. Sandra was preceded in death by her parents, and her brother Robert Gile Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra devoted her entire life to the service of her family. She was a homemaker and loving wife of 51 years. She enjoyed sewing, camping, cake decorating and the company of her loved ones. She was a devoted member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survived by her husband, Alvin of Orem; 10 children , Lori, Orem; RaChelle, Orem; Tom (Marla), Rochester, Washington State; Bob, Austin, Texas; Cara (Tony), Orem; Erin (Brady), Richfield, Utah; Kenny (Jennifer), Spanish Fork, Raylene, Orem; Jonathan (Katrina), Spanish Fork; Allen (Jill), Saratoga Springs. 22 grand-children, and 1 great-granddaughter. Mom will be missed by everyone who knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral services will be held Wed, July 14, 2010 at 11:00 a.m. in the Orem Lakeview Stake Center 1750 South 400 West. Public viewing Tuesday 6-8 p. m. same location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TDydUOHdkvI/AAAAAAAACoI/ojmcfgsi1eY/s1600/browser_page2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TDydUOHdkvI/AAAAAAAACoI/ojmcfgsi1eY/s400/browser_page2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493438616197501682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-840550426543622138?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/840550426543622138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=840550426543622138&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/840550426543622138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/840550426543622138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/07/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TDyeAxz7LtI/AAAAAAAACoQ/dXSPZWv3RNQ/s72-c/browser_page.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-22907698310149296</id><published>2010-07-08T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:29:45.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>Allen's mother has been in the ICU at UVRMC for over 3 weeks fighting multi-system organ failure.  She is a fighter and has beat odds.  There have been a lot of prayers and fasting on her behalf.  She has gone up and down but her current prognosis is grave.  She may or may not make it to the weekend but beyond that would be miraculous...but not suprising for her.  That's just the way she is. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a special and heartwrenching thing to prepare to say goodbye.  It's neat that she is alert and talking now because weeks ago we were trying to read expressions through her eyes and guessing what she wanted to say.  Yesterday she expressed her love for the Lord and her family to Allen and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;"It's a mess, but I'm sure proud of it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a sweet lady with a personality and quirks I will surely miss.  I feel so blessed to have her as my mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen's parents are the best in-laws I could ask for.  They are so sweet and have been so supportive of Allen and I.  They instantly made me feel like a part (albeit small) of the big Witt family and I can truly say that I love them both and respect the love they share together.  Alvin is so sweet with her...makes me teary thinking of it.  He loves her and has lived for her.  He is a great man and husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen is just like him too.  How lucky am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make a post of summer activities soon but for now, I'm grateful and focused on important things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; "When it comes right down to it, the only thing that really matters is the Lord and family...the rest can go right out the window." &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Sandra Witt July 7, 2010 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-22907698310149296?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/22907698310149296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=22907698310149296&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/22907698310149296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/22907698310149296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/07/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4673183774176170166</id><published>2010-06-05T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:46:04.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely weekend...</title><content type='html'>When my husband is gone, I call my dad.  When my dad is gone, my mom calls my grandpa.  The circle of life my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAp-JrGhJoI/AAAAAAAACng/GRV53t6U1UM/s1600/P1050170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAp-JrGhJoI/AAAAAAAACng/GRV53t6U1UM/s400/P1050170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479330601303615106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAp_CMirCvI/AAAAAAAACno/BZ4sgyswTG8/s1600/P1050172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAp_CMirCvI/AAAAAAAACno/BZ4sgyswTG8/s400/P1050172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479331572352748274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a nice and relaxing weekend so far.  Allen went on an overnight campout with his dad, so I spent the evening and night with my mom.  We talked, got snow cones, and started to watch "Becoming Jane." (still need to finish it)  This morning was GORGEOUS.  I went running.  We had sweet strawberries along with oranges, pineapple, and kiwi.  My mom keeps her home so nice, welcoming, and clean.  I love it.  Feels good to go and feel home once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend everyone!  It's turning into a really great one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4673183774176170166?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4673183774176170166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4673183774176170166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4673183774176170166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4673183774176170166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovely-weekend.html' title='Lovely weekend...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAp-JrGhJoI/AAAAAAAACng/GRV53t6U1UM/s72-c/P1050170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6717803083703840883</id><published>2010-06-02T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:46:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>I am not one of those girls who ever expected to be swept up by some perfect man through charm and romance.  I don't believe in a one true love or that "we were meant for eachother."  Recently though, I've been wondering about love, romance, and reality.  I've learned a bit about myself.  Maybe I'm not as much an unromantic as I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Allen, take note)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my sister and I (due to her new found freedom) went and saw Letters To Juliet.  It was lovely.  Just me and her as we soaked in a cheesy but so sweet story of love, albeit the unrealistic kind.  I don't watch "chick flicks" too often.  This movie got me thinking, and longing to have that kind of romance.  It also made me crave Italian food, and remember how I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; visit Italy someday. &lt;em&gt;aka "The City of Love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question:  Why can't every day love include romance like the kind in movies?  What I would give to eat bread and drink wine (literally) in some untouched land in Tuscany.  Now how can I invite that kind of romance into my life, besides whining to Allen, who no question is suprised by my new found desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ungrateful or naive.  Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would recommend watching or reading love stories regularly, although it may cause frustration.  Still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAbYT2uqDdI/AAAAAAAACnY/sjpiTzKepUc/s1600/letters_to_juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAbYT2uqDdI/AAAAAAAACnY/sjpiTzKepUc/s400/letters_to_juliet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478303832363109842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAbXz7dSBYI/AAAAAAAACnQ/mus_adyxAeo/s1600/letters-to-juliet-reviewjpg-de64038cc285ae00_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAbXz7dSBYI/AAAAAAAACnQ/mus_adyxAeo/s400/letters-to-juliet-reviewjpg-de64038cc285ae00_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478303283876595074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6717803083703840883?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6717803083703840883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6717803083703840883&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6717803083703840883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6717803083703840883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/06/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/TAbYT2uqDdI/AAAAAAAACnY/sjpiTzKepUc/s72-c/letters_to_juliet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2089047944681578488</id><published>2010-05-14T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:19:19.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I've decided I needed a different place to be honest.  I started a blog called &lt;a href="http://insidemyinfertility.blogspot.com"&gt;Inside My Infertility&lt;/a&gt;.  I decided to start this blog so that only those interested can read my feelings about this struggle.  My hope is that it will not only be an outlet for me, but also for others.  I know there are so many people out there who struggle with this and I hope we can help eachother.  If you are interested, click the link to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2089047944681578488?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2089047944681578488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2089047944681578488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2089047944681578488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2089047944681578488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5485576226988475452</id><published>2010-05-13T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:29:20.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - One Day For Me</title><content type='html'>Today I am without a phone.  That's right.  For one day, no calls.  No texts.  My camera is also gone for a while.  6-8 weeks.  Terrible.  Don't fret, they'll both be replaced soon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got a little anxious this morning.  I felt like Allen needed to talk to me or I needed to talk to him.  I needed to return phone calls and I knew there were texts waiting for a response.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes in my mind, I'm just that needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I realized, 'this is so nice.'  This morning was quiet.  It was peaceful.  I had no thought of any distraction as I studied this morning.  I could think clearly.  I could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy for me and I'm sure for all of you to get distracted by our techy world.  The need to always be on the alert for the beep of our phones, or the new messages in our inbox really is a sneaky way to overwhelm and distract. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the easiness of the day so far.  If you need to reach me...sorry.  But you are welcome to try. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful to be &lt;strong&gt;"digital detached"&lt;/strong&gt; - my one day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... we must recognize when electronic distractions keep us from quieter, more significant uses of our time. We must guard against becoming so attached to digital devices that we become detached from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the most productive “point and click” application is that of pointing our finger at the power button and clicking our digital devices off."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Elder Scott D. Whiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I dare you to try it. ;) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5485576226988475452?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5485576226988475452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5485576226988475452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5485576226988475452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5485576226988475452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-thanks-thursday-one-day-for-me.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;One Day For Me&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2312196781484675912</id><published>2010-05-10T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:59:20.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.&lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,&lt;br /&gt;And the Master so gently said, 'Child, you must wait'.&lt;br /&gt;'Wait? You say, wait! ' my indignant reply. &lt;br /&gt;'Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;My future and all to which I can relate&lt;br /&gt;hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,&lt;br /&gt;or even a 'no' to which I can resign.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, You promised that if we believe&lt;br /&gt;we need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied once again, 'You must wait.'&lt;br /&gt;So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut&lt;br /&gt;and grumbled to God, 'So, I'm waiting.... for what?'&lt;br /&gt;He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,&lt;br /&gt;And he tenderly said, 'I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;You would have what you want But, you wouldn't know Me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence were all you could see.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience that fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;&lt;br /&gt;You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;br /&gt;The glow of My comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight,&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked&lt;br /&gt;Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for Thee.'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!&lt;br /&gt;So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer of all is still, 'WAIT.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S-g27fLozQI/AAAAAAAACl4/Rn-9F2VQBng/s1600/DSC_0237-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S-g27fLozQI/AAAAAAAACl4/Rn-9F2VQBng/s400/DSC_0237-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469682143051959554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When suffering, we may in fact be nearer to God than we've ever been in our entire lives.  That knowledge can turn every such situation into a would be temple.  Regarding our earthly journey, the Lord has promised,  'I will go before your face.  I will be on your right hand and on your left.  My spirit shall be in your hearts. And mine angels round about you to bear you up.'  That is an everlasting declaration of God's love and care for us, including and perhaps especially in times of trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2312196781484675912?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2312196781484675912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2312196781484675912&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2312196781484675912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2312196781484675912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/05/wait.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Wait&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S-g27fLozQI/AAAAAAAACl4/Rn-9F2VQBng/s72-c/DSC_0237-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2816493886927823093</id><published>2010-05-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:35:49.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Way to Wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true, I am 27.  That is dangerously close to 30. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up today fairly late.  I let myself sleep in.  &lt;br /&gt;I looked at my phone to see a few early Happy Birthday texts.  So nice.  &lt;br /&gt;I also had a voice message.  &lt;br /&gt;My sister Natalie had called. &lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a Happy Birthday message from her.  Maybe her kids singing the traditional song?  &lt;br /&gt;What I got made me cry. You'll think it's strange, but this is me.&lt;br /&gt;I often get these kind of messages from Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;The kind where her purse calls me, or one of her children make a "play" phone call.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as I lay in bed, I listened for 5.16 minutes as my oldest sister, who I love and look up to in ways I can't express, simply played with her children.  &lt;br /&gt;I heard my nephew laughing in the gut busting kind of way.  I heard my neice talking ears off...as usual.  &lt;br /&gt;They were enjoying their mother, and she was enjoying her precious children.  &lt;br /&gt;What do I want for my birthday??...Maybe you can guess...  &lt;br /&gt;And this is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the message Natalie.  For some reason, it already made my day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2816493886927823093?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2816493886927823093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2816493886927823093&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2816493886927823093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2816493886927823093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-way-to-wake.html' title='Perfect Way to Wake'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_sb-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4772673082776766084</id><published>2010-04-19T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:27:39.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise Allen!</title><content type='html'>Dear Allen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had fun on your 27th birthday!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you were suprised.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to screw up your first suprise party. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You beat everyone in bowling.  &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't hard to believe.  &lt;br /&gt;Afterall, you have your own ball and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much means you are a pro.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-4.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/4-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/1-3.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/5.jpg  "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/7-1.jpg "/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Please remind me to jump in for a few pictures with the birthday boy next time.&lt;br /&gt;PPS  We have pretty good friends and family...don't ya think?  Not to mention that awesome cake.  &lt;a href="http://cakesbyjennylynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4772673082776766084?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4772673082776766084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4772673082776766084&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4772673082776766084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4772673082776766084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/04/suprise-allen.html' title='Suprise Allen!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-393651543504294358</id><published>2010-04-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:22:50.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's His Birthday Today</title><content type='html'>...and oh how I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare you the mushy stuff.  I have a fun day planned and I'll clue you in later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Alno!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-393651543504294358?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/393651543504294358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=393651543504294358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/393651543504294358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/393651543504294358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-his-birthday-today.html' title='It&apos;s His Birthday Today'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6189603748990400805</id><published>2010-04-05T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:55:50.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter...and Spring?</title><content type='html'>Besides it being General Conference weekend and Easter, this weekend was great because they are here.  Oh how I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/addieandjake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please PLEASE let Spring come to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/spring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/spring2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6189603748990400805?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6189603748990400805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6189603748990400805&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6189603748990400805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6189603748990400805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/04/easterand-spring.html' title='Easter...and Spring?'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_sb-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2764307380448417567</id><published>2010-04-01T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:54:10.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Push</title><content type='html'>I believe there is a beauty that can be found in discomfort.  Lately I've been made aware yet again what good, great,...&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; people there are out there.  When I feel intimidated, inspired, or motivated by these people, I get a little uncomfortable with myself.  It's that feeling that &lt;em&gt;pushes&lt;/em&gt; me to get out of my comfort zone more often.  I think this is the best way for me to get better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've felt that &lt;em&gt;push&lt;/em&gt; in most every aspect of my life.  I was able to learn from a beautiful and talented artist last Saturday.  You can hear and see more about that on my &lt;a href="http://jillwittphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;photography blog&lt;/a&gt;.  That experience has given me new inspiration and desire to improve my work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been touched by friends and family who struggle and share their struggle and triumphs with me.  It really is amazing.  I feel like the people I surround myself with &lt;em&gt;push&lt;/em&gt; me to be great.  It's a special experience.  I hope this never stops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for the &lt;em&gt;push&lt;/em&gt; I feel from people.  I will keep &lt;em&gt;pushing&lt;/em&gt; to be better, and someday I will be my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S7VtyLoLjmI/AAAAAAAAClo/124AVciyeys/s1600/DSC_0265-2bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S7VtyLoLjmI/AAAAAAAAClo/124AVciyeys/s400/DSC_0265-2bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455387232511430242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2764307380448417567?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2764307380448417567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2764307380448417567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2764307380448417567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2764307380448417567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-believe-there-is-beauty-that-can-be.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Push&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S7VtyLoLjmI/AAAAAAAAClo/124AVciyeys/s72-c/DSC_0265-2bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4287600142564679026</id><published>2010-03-29T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:28:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot To The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn' know, I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; running outside.  Inside doesn't do much for me.  I am tickled to death that it's getting warmer and that consistent good weather is right around the corner (in theory).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was told by a doctor that I need to cut back...alot.  My heart still hurts from the blow.  He limited me to only &lt;strong&gt;one mile&lt;/strong&gt; a day.  One measley mile?!  I can walk to the moon and back but was advised to find some sort of satisfaction with a really short run.  I suppose I'll just have to love every minute of that little mile.  Maybe I should go by yards...1760 yards sounds much more satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4287600142564679026?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4287600142564679026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4287600142564679026&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4287600142564679026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4287600142564679026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/03/shot-to-heart.html' title='Shot To The Heart'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-495739324188153964</id><published>2010-03-18T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:22:13.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday...Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Some people know just when to call.  &lt;br /&gt;Angels in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;You may not even know who you are...but thank you.  &lt;br /&gt;These last few weeks have been a turning point for me.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, a little scared, and humbled to be where I am now.  &lt;br /&gt;Good things are coming, even if they're not my ideas.  &lt;br /&gt;The sweet comments and emails mean more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-495739324188153964?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/495739324188153964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=495739324188153964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/495739324188153964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/495739324188153964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-thanks-thursdaythanks.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday...Thanks'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-7142167431513593372</id><published>2010-03-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:03:11.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry And Live</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just wanted to cry?  &lt;br /&gt;I have.  And I do.&lt;br /&gt;Tears are healthy.  &lt;br /&gt;Whether they are sad or happy tears, tears of graditude and humility, or tears caused by our lovely hormones, I think crying is relieving.  &lt;br /&gt;I cry often.  &lt;br /&gt;I am a happy person and I love my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have cried just because.  &lt;br /&gt;Who knows why?  &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm figuring things out in a way I never have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stop for silence during some part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I "unplug" myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I cry.&lt;br /&gt;But I learn about me.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown closer to my God.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see maybe an outline of the woman I want to become.&lt;br /&gt;I'm discovering how I want to see and treat the world, my life, and all that surrounds it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm embracing and learning to love the trials Allen and I face, not just survive them.&lt;br /&gt;I try to make the most out of each situation, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for the first time in my life, I'm &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;living...&lt;br /&gt;because I'm &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop. Feel&lt;/em&gt;...and &lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt; if you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/captured%20moments/t22c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-7142167431513593372?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/7142167431513593372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=7142167431513593372&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7142167431513593372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7142167431513593372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/03/cry-and-live.html' title='Cry And Live'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/captured%20moments/th_t22c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4334661223837354230</id><published>2010-03-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:20:53.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Strenth isn't something you have, it's something you find..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; - Emma Hale Smith &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is in every true woman's heart a spark of Heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; - Washington Irving &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word.&lt;br /&gt;More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief.&lt;br /&gt;More meekness in trial, more praise for relief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; - Philip P. Bliss &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words help and comfort me.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need them today?  &lt;br /&gt;I'll share.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4334661223837354230?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4334661223837354230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4334661223837354230&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4334661223837354230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4334661223837354230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/03/strenth-isnt-something-you-have-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-8479069891357668361</id><published>2010-03-13T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:08:09.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Bad</title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasn't turning out to be the kind of day I wanted.  Fridays are supposed to be the best day of the week are they not?  Well even though my Friday was not, it quickly turned from bad to the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to a teary-eyed Allen ready to hug me tight and let me cry, and these were on the table.  Tulips are such a happy flower.  I was instantly cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was more...&lt;br /&gt;I spent time with good friends (and a sweet husband) who care.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a planned &lt;em&gt;"theme night."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bundled up and headed for the "hills."  It got me so excited for spring and summer activities.&lt;br /&gt;We devoured good-for-you food cooked in a fire.  &lt;em&gt;Mmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of laughing.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about life and the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;We then enjoyed an expensive &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; something. (it's worth it every time).  This place was ADORABLE and &lt;em&gt;Yummy&lt;/em&gt;!  Nice find!  I will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb-2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/cupcake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/cupcake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our fill, or pretended to, we discovered hidden talents (you know who you are) by doing something &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed some more and decided to do &lt;em&gt;themed nights&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect ending to a miserable day.  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-8479069891357668361?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/8479069891357668361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=8479069891357668361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8479069891357668361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8479069891357668361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-so-bad.html' title='Not So Bad'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_sb-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-3463375994114681066</id><published>2010-03-10T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:31:19.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Inspiration. Still good.</title><content type='html'>Remember how it's March 10th and this is my first post of the month?...&lt;br /&gt;Remember how that's not normal for me?...&lt;br /&gt;I blame the hormones...&lt;br /&gt;for most things now days.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to call it a lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've just felt uninspired.  I've felt a little off, but strangely happy.  Allen and I have been given new trials and opportunities recently.  Maybe that has occupied my time more than trying to find inspiration in every day life.  I think these opportunities for growth have brought us closer and while things are stressful right now, I feel like we've never been happier or better together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the Lord is guiding us in every sense.  &lt;br /&gt;We both feel His love.  &lt;br /&gt;We both feel peace.  &lt;br /&gt;We both feel the winds of change, which is...good.&lt;br /&gt;We're working on ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;Together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was with &lt;a href="http://thetoblerones.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S5gq5vWTVZI/AAAAAAAACk4/2vhhjIXrTYk/s1600-h/DSC_0635(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S5gq5vWTVZI/AAAAAAAACk4/2vhhjIXrTYk/s400/DSC_0635(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447150920755533202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://tbholyoak.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S5gqgh-MDEI/AAAAAAAACko/k2UdTew4RsQ/s1600-h/Hawt+Tenille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S5gqgh-MDEI/AAAAAAAACko/k2UdTew4RsQ/s400/Hawt+Tenille.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447150487668001858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We spent some time rummaging through books at one of my favorite places.  We looked through self help and church books, books we used to disect our dreams and nightmares, and bios to enlighted us.  We talked about sci-fi books and dreamed of reading ALL the classics.  We then indulged in chocolatey goodness and promised to start a book club to reach all of our reading dreams.  What better way to use our spare time?  Reading.  I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, I appreciated time spent with good women; women I can and do learn from often.  Thank you ladies.  Shall we do it again soon?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shhh..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good people in my life and the every day trials and experiences are inspiration enough.  Time to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration is all around us.  &lt;br /&gt;It really is.  &lt;br /&gt;Let's go inspire eachother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-3463375994114681066?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/3463375994114681066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=3463375994114681066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3463375994114681066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3463375994114681066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-inspiration-still-good.html' title='No Inspiration. Still good.'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S5gq5vWTVZI/AAAAAAAACk4/2vhhjIXrTYk/s72-c/DSC_0635(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-9086617815509503577</id><published>2010-02-28T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:32:04.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighstand Symbolism</title><content type='html'>This is my nightstand.  It's getting more and more crowded these days.  &lt;br /&gt;Is that really all for me?  All for one goal?  &lt;br /&gt;All of this means hope to make our dream come true.  &lt;br /&gt;Fitting to be sitting where it does.  Afterall, &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/the-restoration-of-truth/god-is-your-loving-heavenly-father"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; is the only reason we will be granted this blessing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/meds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I know this; that He knows and loves me.  Here's hoping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm not mean. (suprising?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-9086617815509503577?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/9086617815509503577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=9086617815509503577&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/9086617815509503577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/9086617815509503577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe.html' title='Nighstand Symbolism'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_meds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-7857439539466913325</id><published>2010-02-23T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:07:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Favor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!&lt;/strong&gt;  Please vote for me on &lt;strong&gt;Brooke Snow's &lt;/strong&gt;blog!  I would get the chance to mentor with her for a weekend and I'd love to pick her brain.  It's simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://blog.brookesnow.com/?p=611"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click by my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!  I'd really REALLY appreciate it.  Please spread the word.  You can only vote once on each computer so...vote on all the computers you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-7857439539466913325?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/7857439539466913325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=7857439539466913325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7857439539466913325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7857439539466913325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/small-favor.html' title='Small Favor...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4573733427587915681</id><published>2010-02-18T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:47:06.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation."&lt;/em&gt; - RENT &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how and what people create.  Always have been.  Whether it's food, music, art, buildings, or the blessed ability to create people, I think &lt;em&gt;creation&lt;/em&gt; is a gift; a beautiful gift from a loving God who created all things great and good.  I think because we are His children, He wants us to create, as He did, and this ability to create is in us all.  We just need to work at it and discover what it is; our passion to &lt;em&gt;create&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for Allen's creative passion.  He has a major ability to work with wood.  Ask anyone who has seen him work or who has seen the finished product.  You'll know that he has talent.  It's a joy for me to watch him be proud of something he creates.  He puts thought, time, and sweat into every project, which makes finishing very rewarding for him.  It's a special thing for me to witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a selfish note, this talent benefits me completely!  I have beautiful custom furniture throughout my house that we otherwise could NOT afford.  I can't wait to show off his most recent finished piece of furniture.  He brought it home this week, and I'm in love to say the least.  His list of projects seems to mysteriously keep growing as he improves and realizes his love and ability for this, his passion to create.  Here's a glimpse for now until we get it all set up in our family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/media.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; can you see the heart? (Allen's signature) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love creating beautiful images through photography, and I can't wait to learn and stretch myself in more creative ways throughout this year.  It's a bit of a goal of mine to explore art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far...&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn a play at least one song on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm currently taking a cake decorating class.  I'm going to be the next Buddy Vilastro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know so many talented people who create amazing things.  Bro in law Dan = artist extraordinair. Bro in law Larry = musician...like CRAZY (apparently Vance girls go for talented, creative guys. Who knew?).  My friend Shannon is a known interior decorator (click &lt;a href="http://saltlakedesignergal.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  Dr Greg Pavich, my boss and friend is an amazing cook!  Like Bobby Flay amazing!...well almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired by others and their creative abilities.  I hope we all appreciate and tap into this gift.  Let's get out there and CREATE!  Whatever it is, creation is a gift and a joy and today I'm thankful for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4573733427587915681?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4573733427587915681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4573733427587915681&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4573733427587915681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4573733427587915681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-thanks-thursday-creation.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Creation&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_media.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5638625361485346146</id><published>2010-02-11T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:10:00.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Habits. Take it and Leave it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Realization!&lt;/strong&gt;  I am a creature of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;habit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (good and bad), and I like it.  I've realized that this is good.  I'll explain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start every day the same.  &lt;br /&gt;I wake up. &lt;br /&gt;I get ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;I study at the same time in the same spot every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I make a list of things to be done. &lt;br /&gt;I have some breakfast, usually eggs and toast (Mmmm).&lt;br /&gt;I leave the house at that same time, always wishing I had gotten up earlier to get a little bit of house work done before leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a routine at work.  It makes doing my job easy. Almost too easy. The "I could do it in my sleep" kind of easy.&lt;br /&gt;I come home from work.&lt;br /&gt;I eat.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I run.&lt;br /&gt;I edit.&lt;br /&gt;I clean.&lt;br /&gt;Every night I wish for Allen to come home sooner than I know he will be. &lt;br /&gt;Every.night.&lt;br /&gt;Still, there never seems to be enough time in the day to completely cross every item off of my daily "to do" list.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Then I dream.  &lt;br /&gt;Not the sleepy dreams.  &lt;br /&gt;I stop and think about long term goals.  &lt;br /&gt;I think of how I want to reach them and what's hindering me (refer to &lt;a href="http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-methis-is-who-i-want-to-be.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;for specifics).  &lt;br /&gt;It's then I decide and plan to work on breaking some bad habits, because I have those too.  &lt;br /&gt;We all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never understood the idea that bad habits can't be broken.  I believe they can.  And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; must.  It happens when I work on it daily, and I'm glad &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is also a habit of mine; to break the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm thankful for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;habits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, good and bad.  I'm thankful for my good habits for giving my life the structure I need to be productive and busy which translates to happy.  I'm also thankful for my bad habits because these give me the motivation I need to keep working on myself, to make myself uncomfortable, and in so doing make me more comfotable with the person I keep striving to become.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to taking the good and leaving the bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S3SqPMqKTgI/AAAAAAAACkg/PcPk3sW6n24/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S3SqPMqKTgI/AAAAAAAACkg/PcPk3sW6n24/s400/books.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437157828215852546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5638625361485346146?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5638625361485346146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5638625361485346146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5638625361485346146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5638625361485346146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-thanks-thursday-habits-take-it-and.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Habits.&lt;/em&gt; Take it and Leave it.'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S3SqPMqKTgI/AAAAAAAACkg/PcPk3sW6n24/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6670288119062480445</id><published>2010-02-08T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:04:36.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allen's Glory - Superbowl 44</title><content type='html'>It happened.  It actually happened.  &lt;strong&gt;THE SAINTS WON THE SUPERBOWL!&lt;/strong&gt;  My husband has been a die-hard Saints fan since junior high, throughout all their years of struggle, and through all their loosing so you can imagine how this football season has been at the Witt house.  Well, if you follow football at all, you should be able to imagine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He meticulously followed the Saints website and ESPN...but I guess that's going to happen regardless of a good or bad year. He pretty much knows all there is to know about the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some good friends and family over for the game.  Thanks for coming everyone!  Didn't get pictures of everyone. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a New Orleans feast, complete with Gumbo (yuck by the way). Too.Much.Food.No.More.Meat.  Thanks for the surprise balloons Sarah.  Allen loved that "prize." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/sb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT A GAME&lt;/em&gt;!  We went from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/10-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen was in his heaven.  It was so fun for me to watch him enjoy everything about the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sarah, &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/9.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the NFC championship, then a SUPERBOWL championship?!  It was a football miracle and it was quite the ride to take with Allen.  I was jumping and screaming right along with my obsessed husband and it was a blast.  I've never seen him so &lt;em&gt;blissfully happy&lt;/em&gt;. :)  It couldn't have been a more exciting game with a better ending.&lt;br /&gt;Victory is sweet. WHO DAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was everything you thought it would be Alno.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6670288119062480445?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6670288119062480445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6670288119062480445&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6670288119062480445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6670288119062480445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/allens-glory-superbowl-44.html' title='Allen&apos;s Glory - &lt;em&gt;Superbowl 44&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4181817032222034718</id><published>2010-02-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:02:51.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S2tu5H6bwCI/AAAAAAAACkQ/YfROQ7D_zdw/s1600-h/lifemonies-glass-water-half-full-positive-mental-attitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S2tu5H6bwCI/AAAAAAAACkQ/YfROQ7D_zdw/s400/lifemonies-glass-water-half-full-positive-mental-attitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434559303008370722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; image courtesy google &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hearing how other people view the world. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perspective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is valuable, varied, and educational. A person's perspective comes from intimate experiences and can shed light on the soul of a person.  It also makes for some GREAT discussion, which I hope to have happen here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something recently that made me think.  This particular perspective I didn't and still don't understand. Maybe you can help. First let me explain my understanding and belief on a topic most important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as &lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt;, we are born with certain yearnings. We have built in desire to take care of someone, to nuture, to mother, to serve. I believe this is part of the beauty of women spoken of by so many scholars and prophets. It's an important position and I honor and embrace it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read as a woman described her role as wife and mother as something she &lt;em&gt;"earned."&lt;/em&gt; I read her perspective and appreciated things that were said, but I just can't get myself to stomach the idea of these precious roles of wife and womanhood as something to be &lt;em&gt;"achieved."&lt;/em&gt; I don't think I &lt;em&gt;"earned"&lt;/em&gt; the right to be Allen's wife, or &lt;em&gt;"earned"&lt;/em&gt; the right to be called a good one at that. To me, it's nothing short of a &lt;strong&gt;blessing&lt;/strong&gt; (and miracle really) that someone who I love chose to love me back and bravely promise to spend eternity with me. (Good luck Alno)  Too many women better than I have yet to &lt;em&gt;"achieve"&lt;/em&gt; this role, so to me the idea of &lt;em&gt;"earning"&lt;/em&gt; a husband just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't think there are certain things I'm supposed to do in order to &lt;em&gt;"earn"&lt;/em&gt; the blessing of having children of my own, and by so doing &lt;em&gt;"achieve"&lt;/em&gt; motherhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my close friends know that Allen and I have been wanting/trying to have children for over 2 years.  Maybe that's why I was little put off by this comment of &lt;em&gt;"earning"&lt;/em&gt; children. I still appreciate this perspective though.  It's interesting for me to hear what people think, expecially concerning this.  Becoming a mother (or at least getting pregnant) may have been granted this woman more easily than I, but I don't believe it's because it was &lt;em&gt;"earned."&lt;/em&gt;  As women, we have abilities; abilities that are &lt;strong&gt;God-given&lt;/strong&gt;. Not &lt;em&gt;"earned."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll step off my soap box now (even though I don't understand the phrase). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your thoughts?  I'd love to hear some different &lt;em&gt;perspectives&lt;/em&gt;, because today, that's what I'm thankful for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4181817032222034718?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4181817032222034718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4181817032222034718&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4181817032222034718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4181817032222034718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-thanks-thursday-perspective.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday -&lt;em&gt; Perspective&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S2tu5H6bwCI/AAAAAAAACkQ/YfROQ7D_zdw/s72-c/lifemonies-glass-water-half-full-positive-mental-attitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5933148489521927508</id><published>2010-02-01T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:14:15.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me...This is Who I Want to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; - Jeffrey R Holland &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the first month of every year is a time of reflection.  I take the month and use it to remember and plan.  I don't know if January is good for much else, so that's how I treat it.  2009 was a good year.  I was blessed and stretched.  I learned and changed.  Change is so good...and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so far to go...&lt;br /&gt;I need to be kind.&lt;br /&gt;I need to trust, and let go.&lt;br /&gt;I need to see the glass as half full.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I need more uncomfortable stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the month of January, I have set goals, the stretching kind.  Hopefully during 2010, I will be able to get closer to the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More books, less TV.&lt;br /&gt;- Hike on every possible full moon.&lt;br /&gt;- Be kind&lt;br /&gt;- 5 photowalks this year.&lt;br /&gt;- Cross two things off my life list.&lt;br /&gt;- Run a race...unless something happens to prevent training.  Which I hope.  &lt;em&gt;Oh I hope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Explore the arts.&lt;br /&gt;- And most importantly, better my relationship with my &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/the-restoration-of-truth/god-is-your-loving-heavenly-father"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/a&gt;and my &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/jesus-christ-our-savior/jesus-christ-our-savior"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brother&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/a&gt;They will help me stretch.  I thank them for this last year, and for the &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; I've found in the year to come.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; This is Me...This is Who I Want to Be &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/self.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Keep your eyes on your dreams, however distant and far away.  Live to see the miracles of repentance and forgiveness, of trust and divine love that will transform your life today, tomorrow, and forever.  That is a New Year's resolution I ask you to keep."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; - Jeffrey R. Holland &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5933148489521927508?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5933148489521927508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5933148489521927508&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5933148489521927508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5933148489521927508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-methis-is-who-i-want-to-be.html' title='This is Me...This is Who I Want to Be'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-9092275589847127935</id><published>2010-01-28T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:29:14.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Bud and Beef</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; days.  You know the kind.  Well on days such as those, there always seems to be someone who steps in and picks me up.  Always.  Intentionally or not, it happens.  Thats's where the thanks comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one brother.  Just one brother who is younger than I, and who I look up to  because he is so much more &lt;strong&gt;awesome..er&lt;/strong&gt; than I am, and he technically is taller.  Don't you love the words I create?  I knew it.  He is considerate.  He is smart.  He is beyond clever and so witty which makes conversation the best.  Also, we look alike.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon I may have been a little pouty.  I was fighting it anyway.  Then I saw my phone light up with a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you gonna be home alone tonight??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response:&lt;br /&gt;"Always and of course" &lt;br /&gt;(note: you see Allen is super busy with work and school so yes...I'm often home alone.  I've never handled &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you reckon I could come over and we can watch the finale of last cake standing and eat jcw's??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.my.gooness.  Sounds too good to be true!  I'd love that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright what is your order??  Bacon ranch combo with oreo shake??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response:&lt;br /&gt;Sounds perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for my little brother.  So thankful that he is cool enough to love the same Food Network shows as his sister.  We are not ashamed.  (we actually discovered this shared love only last week...to our delight).  So thankful he is willing to drive out to my house just to hang out with me.  So thankful that on his way out to Saratoga Springs he stops to get big juicy and very fatty &lt;strong&gt;beef&lt;/strong&gt; burgers, fries, and the most delish shakes ever made...and that he already knew my order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, for &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;...I'm so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/m7c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-9092275589847127935?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/9092275589847127935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=9092275589847127935&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/9092275589847127935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/9092275589847127935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-thanks-thursday-bud-and-beef.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Bud and Beef&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2246672821104822525</id><published>2010-01-26T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:52:52.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem...</title><content type='html'>I normally like to keep my personal blog separate from my photography blog.  As a friend though, I feel I should advise you to head over there and check out the deal that's going on now.  Click on my logo to the right.  Spread the word to your friends.  Crazy affordable custom photography...plus I'd love to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:  I've decided to make a change.  Instead of Mondays, we'll be doing &lt;em&gt;mini Sesssion Saturdays&lt;/em&gt;.  Apparently Mondays are terrible days for everyone...all around.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me through call, text, or email to set up your shoot. Can't wait for the 6th!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2246672821104822525?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2246672821104822525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2246672821104822525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2246672821104822525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2246672821104822525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahem.html' title='Ahem...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-676045654096765177</id><published>2010-01-25T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:59:19.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Dat?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S143YlQYlLI/AAAAAAAACjw/Uz0k8JFSee0/s1600-h/sean-payton-3-550x370-550x370-550x370-550x370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S143YlQYlLI/AAAAAAAACjw/Uz0k8JFSee0/s400/sean-payton-3-550x370-550x370-550x370-550x370.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839096112616626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142__o4dXI/AAAAAAAACjo/dt5OGOR5t7w/s1600-h/colston-saints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142__o4dXI/AAAAAAAACjo/dt5OGOR5t7w/s400/colston-saints.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838673697961330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142kpmdA2I/AAAAAAAACjg/c0tv240Yuhs/s1600-h/darren_sharper--300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142kpmdA2I/AAAAAAAACjg/c0tv240Yuhs/s400/darren_sharper--300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838203925726050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142SvdFMjI/AAAAAAAACjY/PuGxzbf8Veo/s1600-h/18saints_1_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142SvdFMjI/AAAAAAAACjY/PuGxzbf8Veo/s400/18saints_1_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430837896259383858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142C32z2dI/AAAAAAAACjQ/BohOtDj4PTU/s1600-h/jeremy-shockey-saints-8f6f227f8e4eeabf_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S142C32z2dI/AAAAAAAACjQ/BohOtDj4PTU/s400/jeremy-shockey-saints-8f6f227f8e4eeabf_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430837623636875730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S141y7LKVBI/AAAAAAAACjI/UaKnBLvvwKU/s1600-h/drewbreesrecords1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S141y7LKVBI/AAAAAAAACjI/UaKnBLvvwKU/s400/drewbreesrecords1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430837349649634322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dat?! Who dat?! Who dat gonna beat dem Saints?! HAHAHAHAHA Ten plus years of watching them suck finally paid off!!! The Saints are Super Bowl bound!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(posted by Allen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-676045654096765177?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/676045654096765177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=676045654096765177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/676045654096765177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/676045654096765177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-dat.html' title='Who Dat?!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/S143YlQYlLI/AAAAAAAACjw/Uz0k8JFSee0/s72-c/sean-payton-3-550x370-550x370-550x370-550x370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2164723065955574687</id><published>2010-01-21T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:28:33.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Perfectly Placed</title><content type='html'>I believe in karma.  I believe that we all put off energy that attracts others to us and us to them.  I believe people are in our lives for a reason.  Today I'm thankful for these people, the people who are &lt;em&gt;perfectly placed&lt;/em&gt; in my life.  There are reasons, and lately I've been very able to recognize those reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have complained about work.  Who hasn't?  We complain about where we work, what we do at work, and how &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; we have to be at work.  I've done that too much.  Here's why.  I know that the people I work closely with every day were placed there for a reason...to help me.  Call me selfish, that's what I believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge, but last night Allen I were sitting in our sweaty post workout filth (judgement begins), watching American Idol.  ("pants on the ground...")  We heard a knock on the door.  I followed behind Allen who answered to find my beautiful friend and co-worker standing there.  I'll call her "Prissy" so as not to embarrass.  It's not an insult, believe me.  She stood there with cookies in hand and tears in her eyes.  She stepped into our house and cried.  She sweetly explained how she had been thinking about me alot, and knew that I've been struggling with yada yada yada (I'll spare you).  She told me she loved me.  She hugged me.  She made me cry.  She told my husband that she loved his wife very much.  It was sweet.  It was one of the most heartfelt things I've ever seen.  She was sincere and I thanked the Lord then and many times since for her, and the many people like her who genuinely care and show it.  She makes me want to be better at that.  Thank you "Prissy."  I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work today.  I have another &lt;em&gt;perfectly placed&lt;/em&gt; friend there.  I'll call her "Nibby" so as not to embarass.  I've felt since we met that we were kindred spirits, the Anne Shirley kind.  We have been through very similar life experiences.  It's almost eerie.  She's adorably sweet, funny, and sassy.  Love her.  This morning we had a heart to heart.  We have done that before, more often without words.  I feel like it's that kind of connection.  She's a support.  She's a strength and huge example.    I love you "Nibby" and will continue praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already told you about my neighb...no, my &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; that Allen and I have become close to.  I think I feed off of their good energies and abilities.  Again...&lt;em&gt;perfectly placed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for people, the &lt;em&gt;perfectly placed&lt;/em&gt; people who help and teach me every day.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post Script:  I think Allen is thankful too.  These people keep me sane afterall.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some photos of this morning.  I am ridiculously tired of this kind of weather, but I must admit beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/winter1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/wintersb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's garbage day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/winter4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2164723065955574687?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2164723065955574687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2164723065955574687&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2164723065955574687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2164723065955574687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-thanks-thursday-perfectly-placed.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Perfectly Placed&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_winter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-633996715791084191</id><published>2010-01-16T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:20:48.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Way...</title><content type='html'>We did celebrate the birth of our Savior this year.  I was sick (the vomit kind) so I missed out on the Christmas Eve feast at my Grandma's and didn't take many pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also never got around to finishing our neighbor gifts.  They'd be out of place now, so I'll just pat myself on the back for the effort.  Sorry neighbors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen was a mighty tall and mighty fine Ceasar.  I was a green looking sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was...strange this year.  My mom and brother were up helping my sister with these 3.  Oh how I love these kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/kids1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen and I spent time with my dad for most of the day on Christmas.  I love him so much.  I thouroghly enjoyed it.  Allen really respects my dad too, so we both enjoyed spending time with him, eating non-traditional Christmas food, watching awesome Hallmark Christmas movies, and doing a puzzle.  Those are hard for me.  That 5000 peice puzzle (to be done by myself) that's on my life list is rather daunting now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that.  Thought I should at least mention Christmas.  We love that time of year and the feeling throughout all of December as we remember our Savior.  How lucky we are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the the new year!  Posting my resolutions soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you should be excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-633996715791084191?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/633996715791084191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=633996715791084191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/633996715791084191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/633996715791084191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-way.html' title='By The Way...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-3994521669036299617</id><published>2010-01-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:56:07.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/path.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat thinking about life, the path you're on, and the dreams you have/had?  If yes, have you then suddenly found yourself in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;panic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had goals?  Goals that make your heart start to pound and your mind start to spin?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of things I want, who I want to be, and what I'd like to be doing.  &lt;br /&gt;I think of all I want to make right; the woman, wife, and person I want to become.  Then I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;panic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, I never would've guessed what my life would be like now.  I never would've guessed that I'd be so lucky, so blessed.  I wouldn't have thought the trials and struggles I'd have to face and fight through...the lessons learned...would be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the people in my life; friends and family.  I look and marvel at their &lt;em&gt;wonderfulness&lt;/em&gt; (that's a word. I'm sure).  They are genuine, kind, comfortable, strong, and loving people.  They are secure.  &lt;br /&gt;I admire their precious children (most have 1-4 of those).  &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what trials they face and if they ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;panic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as I do.  Because I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today I've decided to be thankful for this particular &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;panic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm thankful for it because to me it means I'm working on something, praying and hoping for something more, and maybe someday...I'll get to that something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thankful for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because I suppose it's the most positive thing I could come up with)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-3994521669036299617?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/3994521669036299617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=3994521669036299617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3994521669036299617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3994521669036299617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-thanks-thursday-panic.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Panic&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5860243914798074034</id><published>2010-01-07T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:56:22.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - "Nauddles"</title><content type='html'>Today I'm thankful for my neice and nephews.  While visiting the Albaughs this last weekend, I was able to have some good quality conversations with Adelyn.  (by quality I mean hilarious)  She's 4.  She's smart.  She's adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/ad1bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon Addie was on the couch holding baby Nate.  He started to squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"Hey Jilly, will you come feed this baby?  He is getting so fussy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"Addie, only your mommy can feed baby Nate."&lt;/em&gt; (smiling as I take the baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie:&lt;/strong&gt; (wheels visibly spinning)  &lt;em&gt;"...but why can't you feed him?  You have &lt;strong&gt;nauddles&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"What are &lt;strong&gt;nauddles&lt;/strong&gt;?" &lt;/em&gt;(giggling and slightly red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie:&lt;/strong&gt;  (points to my chest) &lt;em&gt;"Right there!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"Well...Um...when a mommy has a baby Heavenly Father blesses the mommy with milk for the baby.  So...only your mommy's...&lt;strong&gt;nauddles&lt;/strong&gt; have milk for baby Nate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"Oh. That's funny."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"Do you have &lt;strong&gt;nauddles&lt;/strong&gt; Addie?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie:&lt;/strong&gt; (hand on hip)  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you see anything thing poking out?!  I don't think so!"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/ad1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love her!  Where do kids come up with that kind of 'quality' stuff?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/ad3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/ad2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and always I'm thankful for my neice and nephews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5860243914798074034?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5860243914798074034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5860243914798074034&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5860243914798074034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5860243914798074034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-thanks-thursday-nauddles.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - &quot;Nauddles&quot;'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_ad1bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1622835953460623927</id><published>2010-01-04T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:38:49.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful Way to Start the New Year</title><content type='html'>Rang in the New Year with this little guy.  Extended weekend with the Albaugh family.  I had a great time and love them dearly.  I'll post more pictures sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/meandnate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure a post about Christmas will come, but for now...isn't he perfect?!  See a few more of him &lt;a href="http://jillwittphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I came home to a spotless house free of Christmas decorations.  Thanks for the "prize" Allen! My husband is a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1622835953460623927?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1622835953460623927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1622835953460623927&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1622835953460623927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1622835953460623927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-wonderful-way-to-start-new-year.html' title='What a Wonderful Way to Start the New Year'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_meandnate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6180424943574309261</id><published>2010-01-01T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:33:04.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: Allen's perspective...</title><content type='html'>So with this being New Years Day... haha beat ya hun to the first edition of Witt blogging!  Any hoo... its new years day and I just wanted to share some fun times from our year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as many of you know, and some may not yet but are learning right now, I LOVE the outdoors and Jill loves it too.  My dream job would be to be Survivorman! So we did plenty of stuff out doors this year. We went to Bryce with my family, and both of us love to hike so that was neat!  Plus we camped next to Pine Lake... so that equals fishing.  We also went camping over the 24th of July to Strawberry Res. but it rained out the majority of the fishing, but we still had fun napping in hammocks whenever the rain let up and hanging out in the tent when it was raining.  Note to self and all of you... take cards when you go camping... we sure wished we would have.  Then the fall came around and that means hunting season(s).  I was lucky enough this year to draw for two hunts.  On Sept. 13, 2009 I shot my first critter that wasn't a deer or bunny or bird.  I shot an antelope just outside of Loa, UT, with my big brother as my guide. Thanks Kenny!  Then in Oct, the deer escaped me.  But I had so much fun with my dad!  They can run for now, but the can't hide forever... next year I'll get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise Point at Bryce Canyon... at the sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6OsH1qUWI/AAAAAAAACeE/xNiEmxQNjlQ/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6OsH1qUWI/AAAAAAAACeE/xNiEmxQNjlQ/s400/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421927890070163810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing at Pine Lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6OKrlqqmI/AAAAAAAACd8/5KkiRhCzb6E/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6OKrlqqmI/AAAAAAAACd8/5KkiRhCzb6E/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421927315551201890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we camped at strawberry.  Thats the lake in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6QOH2v2yI/AAAAAAAACec/BXtcYbftX48/s1600-h/DSCN1529e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6QOH2v2yI/AAAAAAAACec/BXtcYbftX48/s400/DSCN1529e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421929573701901090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when the rain rolled in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6P9YmoCsI/AAAAAAAACeU/NUnFQL6-tj4/s1600-h/DSCN1525e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6P9YmoCsI/AAAAAAAACeU/NUnFQL6-tj4/s400/DSCN1525e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421929286139906754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This not just a random picture of our tent... this was our campsite up at Strawberry.  Pretty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6PSN4WejI/AAAAAAAACeM/IKldVKys3l8/s1600-h/DSCN1527e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6PSN4WejI/AAAAAAAACeM/IKldVKys3l8/s400/DSCN1527e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421928544527088178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The antelope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6NgkRfGGI/AAAAAAAACd0/rklKFaLYSE8/s1600-h/DSCN1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6NgkRfGGI/AAAAAAAACd0/rklKFaLYSE8/s400/DSCN1571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421926592033003618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then best of all, we bought our house! I love it here.  We have such good neighbors that have become great friends too!  So all in all this year was great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill and I were able to do tons together.  We did go and do things that weren't camping and fishing too.  In the beginning of June we took a neat trip to California with the Jensen's and oh how fun was it.  Super fun I tell ya.  There was Disneyland, The Dodgers, the temple, lots of games, lots of fun family people, and lots of memories.  I had so much fun!  I hope it becomes a kind of tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and how fun was 2009, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this girl and want to thank her for these past two years.  I know I've been a pain sometimes, but I really do love you and can't wait to see what this year has in store for us.  I truely am a lucky fella!  I love you Jill!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6SdgwOMjI/AAAAAAAACek/qEJpV9D9Tew/s1600-h/DSC_0175-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6SdgwOMjI/AAAAAAAACek/qEJpV9D9Tew/s400/DSC_0175-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421932037106709042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6180424943574309261?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6180424943574309261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6180424943574309261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6180424943574309261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6180424943574309261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-allens-perspective.html' title='2009: Allen&apos;s perspective...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sz6OsH1qUWI/AAAAAAAACeE/xNiEmxQNjlQ/s72-c/IMG_1779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-851552965789521276</id><published>2009-12-25T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:52:12.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait To Meet Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SzV0v1qWKBI/AAAAAAAACds/QQI2GHY_9Oo/s1600-h/nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SzV0v1qWKBI/AAAAAAAACds/QQI2GHY_9Oo/s400/nate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419366091817625618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the Albaugh Family!  Another beautiful boy.  I'm going to Idaho soon and I'll be back with way TOO many photos of this little guy.  Thank the heavens for picture messaging and facebook and for my bro, sister, and mom for sending us pictures.  Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-851552965789521276?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/851552965789521276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=851552965789521276&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/851552965789521276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/851552965789521276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-wait-to-meet-him.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait To Meet Him'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SzV0v1qWKBI/AAAAAAAACds/QQI2GHY_9Oo/s72-c/nate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5982547677336867881</id><published>2009-12-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:57:24.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Yearly Thing...</title><content type='html'>...and I so look forward to it.  It was our 8th annual Christmas party.  Each year I get to celebrate Christmas with some of my closest friends.  Some of these girls go back with me to Elementary school.  Oh I love you girls!  Thanks for the good time last night and the friendships we'll share for a long long time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/christmasparty-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I LOVE IT WHEN MY FRIENDS BRING THEIR CHILDREN!  It's fun to see mini-my-friends running around. :)  Shelley, I'm not going to lie, I was disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5982547677336867881?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5982547677336867881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5982547677336867881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5982547677336867881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5982547677336867881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-yearly-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a Yearly Thing...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_christmasparty-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-8961772484144260837</id><published>2009-12-21T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:37:35.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas Happenings</title><content type='html'>Everyone has been talking about how fast Christmas has come this year.  I couldn't agree more.  We've been having fun and staying very busy this Christmas season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen and I have been going on the "cruises" down the Provo river since we were dating.  They do a Halloween and Christmas cruise every year.  It's a lot of fun.  Great for families...and...for Allen and I. :)  We don't have kids yet, but do plenty of things that kids would enjoy (just so it's more appealing for them to come down and join our family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/cruise1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Santa rides up in a canoe, and that it ends with the nativity and Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/cruise3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/cruisesb-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/cruise5-1.jpg"/ &gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever year on our anniversary, Allen and I have gone to temple to do sealings.  I LOVE this tradition.  Definately a highlight.  This year, we went back to where we were married.  It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/temple-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went and walked around the new Church History Library.  Would you believe my husband, Allen Witt worked on all the woodwork in that beautiful building?  It's true.  It was fun to see his hard work.  He really enjoyed seeing it finished.  Lucky girl I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/allensb-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time with my cousin and her family up in Salt Lake (not one picture?...shame on me), we headed to an "ugly Christmas sweater party."  It was lots of fun.  Shannon and Andrew are fantastic hosts!  White elephant gifts, yummy food, and sedarahc (charades backwards - one person guessing, and everyone else acting - FUN) what more could you ask for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys against Girls.  Girls won! *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/boys-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/girls-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.  Thanks for the invite Shan!&lt;br /&gt;Who knew they sold langerie at DI?  Um...yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/shan-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughing in this photo makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/party1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also enjoyed spending time with family, making sugar cookies, watching Christmas movies, and drinking hot chocolate.  We loved going to the Mo Tab Christmas concert, as well as the Voicemale concert with friends.  Overall, Christmas couldn't get much better...well, there's always one thing that would make it better, but we'll just have to keep hoping for that.  Hope you all have been good this year, and are enjoying this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-8961772484144260837?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/8961772484144260837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=8961772484144260837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8961772484144260837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8961772484144260837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-happenings.html' title='Christmas Happenings'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_cruise1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1154468272618982719</id><published>2009-12-18T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:20:12.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>730 Days...and anxiously counting</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today, I said yes to a question.  I'm so glad I got it right.  I love you Allen.  Happy anniversary.  I can't wait for the rest of forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/DSC_0231-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1154468272618982719?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1154468272618982719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1154468272618982719&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1154468272618982719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1154468272618982719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/730-daysand-anxiously-counting.html' title='730 Days...and anxiously counting'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/Witt%20World/th_DSC_0231-2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1163882937607989011</id><published>2009-12-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:50:56.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have an announcement!</title><content type='html'>*evil* he he.  Maybe the title of this post will get you to read.  Unfortunately, no...we are not expecting (keep praying), but we are going to be sending out Christmas cards this week.  There are many of you who I'd love to send a card to, but don't have your addresses.  If you did not get an email or text from me, and you want a card, please email me (jillywitt@gmail.com) or leave a comment so we can get these sent out (and finally get all our addresses together for good).  Hope you're all enjoying the holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyZezhJ_9QI/AAAAAAAACc8/filZ8TdV18U/s1600-h/card3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyZezhJ_9QI/AAAAAAAACc8/filZ8TdV18U/s400/card3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415119841126249730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1163882937607989011?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1163882937607989011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1163882937607989011&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1163882937607989011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1163882937607989011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-announcement.html' title='We have an announcement!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyZezhJ_9QI/AAAAAAAACc8/filZ8TdV18U/s72-c/card3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2281044662175945094</id><published>2009-12-09T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:13:02.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Choose You</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago we laid in bed chatting.  Allen turned and asked, "Why did you choose to marry me when you could've married someone more successful?  Why did you marry a smelly guy who watches too much football, who hated baseball and Harry Potter?..."  And so on.  Well, I began to think.  Besides the fact that he now &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; baseball and is borderline &lt;strong&gt;obsessed&lt;/strong&gt; with Harry Potter,  there is this reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyPNI50fw1I/AAAAAAAACcU/0-EtqiDJDCc/s1600-h/table1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyPNI50fw1I/AAAAAAAACcU/0-EtqiDJDCc/s400/table1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414396729873122130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyPNnWogjII/AAAAAAAACcc/tEaRjK11g08/s1600-h/table2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyPNnWogjII/AAAAAAAACcc/tEaRjK11g08/s400/table2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414397253003545730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyPN-BNTGgI/AAAAAAAACck/_Etwzq7Zbvg/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyPN-BNTGgI/AAAAAAAACck/_Etwzq7Zbvg/s400/chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414397642389264898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's talented.  Very.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I love my husband for many more reasons than his carpentry abilities, but this is definately something that totally sets him apart.  He finished our kitchen table a week ago.  It's my favorite of his creations so far.  He's now made our bedroom furniture, computer desk, and kitchen table and chairs.  He gets better and better.  Can't wait for him to furnish the rest of the house. :)  Love you Alno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2281044662175945094?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2281044662175945094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2281044662175945094&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2281044662175945094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2281044662175945094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-i-choose-you.html' title='Why I Choose You'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SyPNI50fw1I/AAAAAAAACcU/0-EtqiDJDCc/s72-c/table1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6611407042467225818</id><published>2009-12-04T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:57:20.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance??</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago Allen and I were in our "jammies," cuddled in blankets, watching a Christmas movie, and drinking hot chocolate.  It was nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie a man (Dermot Mulroney) chases after a bus because of a woman (Claire Danes).  He's longing to be with this woman who had him mesmerized the moment they met.  Throughout the movie there is this energy between them.  I looked at Allen and said, "Why didn't you ever chase after me?  Why aren't you romantic like that?"  His response..."You never left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not "mesmerizing" enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to learn.  Better watch more movies staring Claire Danes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  While we were dating I went to Africa for crying out loud!  Just to see if he'd chase me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6611407042467225818?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6611407042467225818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6611407042467225818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6611407042467225818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6611407042467225818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/romance.html' title='Romance??'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1844951049540350182</id><published>2009-12-03T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:37:57.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at the cabin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/cabin-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/cabin2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we spent Thanksgiving in Pine Valley at my dad's cabin.  Oh how I love that place.  Lots of memories there as a kid.  My dad built this cabin at the base of a canyon when he was in high school.  Now he (and his children) are working hard to completely re-do the entire place!   Tough job, but slowly, we'll get it done.  Luckily my sisters and I married men who know how to do this kind of thing. ;)  You're welcome dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch took care of the "cottage cheese" aka "asbestos" ceiling. :)  He was my mudding buddy all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfUbqLG5UI/AAAAAAAACbw/kYQUqiP59m0/s1600-h/mitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfUbqLG5UI/AAAAAAAACbw/kYQUqiP59m0/s400/mitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411027048951375170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my lungs are still full of sheetrock dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfTICwFrAI/AAAAAAAACbo/7SmIR1p2S8A/s1600-h/larry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfTICwFrAI/AAAAAAAACbo/7SmIR1p2S8A/s400/larry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411025612439923714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Allen knew what he was doing.  I did NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfSwM8x0rI/AAAAAAAACbg/NjaZt76dW2A/s1600-h/allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfSwM8x0rI/AAAAAAAACbg/NjaZt76dW2A/s400/allen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411025202860642994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick pine cones...nice work mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfSb-0BfGI/AAAAAAAACbY/UmWMeqNlvWg/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfSb-0BfGI/AAAAAAAACbY/UmWMeqNlvWg/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024855468440674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of "de-junking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfSFNE2inI/AAAAAAAACbQ/O_Uf8AEqm8w/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfSFNE2inI/AAAAAAAACbQ/O_Uf8AEqm8w/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024464160131698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfaN0vjLzI/AAAAAAAACcA/G3Pt9EEyh7U/s1600-h/dad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfaN0vjLzI/AAAAAAAACcA/G3Pt9EEyh7U/s400/dad2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411033408340176690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sanding...not my favorite job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfR9hEM0HI/AAAAAAAACbI/JYO-nhru9_0/s1600-h/mands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfR9hEM0HI/AAAAAAAACbI/JYO-nhru9_0/s400/mands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024332087152754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry we took a break for the big feast.  Delish!  The Larsens came up to join us.  This photo was taken by my dad and unfortunately is the best one of everyone eating.  Don't we look fantastic?!  Em sure looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/thanksgiving-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how we left the upstairs.  Totally transformed...but still alot of work to do. Note: these pictures are mostly for my sister Natalie who couldn't be there with us this year. She's busy growing a human. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/cabinsb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sunday, we were plum tuckered out!  Mitch loves all these pictures of him.  I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfZa77Sj8I/AAAAAAAACb4/ReTrr7e9TZU/s1600-h/mitch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfZa77Sj8I/AAAAAAAACb4/ReTrr7e9TZU/s400/mitch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411032534095138754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS CHAPEL!  Why can't they all look like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/church.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the shot Allen saw.  He said I had to give him credit on the blog for spotting it. ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/church2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, fantastic Thanksgiving.  What a perfect place to spend any holiday...but especially Christmas I think.  Can't wait to head back up for the next work weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/cabin1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1844951049540350182?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1844951049540350182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1844951049540350182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1844951049540350182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1844951049540350182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-at-cabin.html' title='Thanksgiving at the cabin!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SxfUbqLG5UI/AAAAAAAACbw/kYQUqiP59m0/s72-c/mitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4829886405919246641</id><published>2009-12-02T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:48:28.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://saltlakedesignergal.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Design Gal &amp; Her Handyman" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm240/shans_design/giveaway.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm featured on Design Gal, Shannon Crawfords blog!  I'm totally excited about this giveaway.  You can enter to win a free session with me!  All you have to do is leave a comment on Shannon's blog and you're in!  Check her out!  She's extremely talented and has tons of great ideas.  Thank you Shannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://saltlakedesignergal.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the juicy details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since not everyone can win, anyone who mentions Shannon's giveaway when booking a session with me this month will recieve 15% off their next sitting fee. :)  Get over there quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4829886405919246641?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4829886405919246641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4829886405919246641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4829886405919246641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4829886405919246641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-away.html' title='GIVEAWAY!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1160387469948348308</id><published>2009-11-24T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:10:24.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks...Always</title><content type='html'>Excited for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwyawBRwhYI/AAAAAAAACZI/TZUXbhRu7uA/s1600/IMG_6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwyawBRwhYI/AAAAAAAACZI/TZUXbhRu7uA/s400/IMG_6423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407867402332439938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swya6PRQuuI/AAAAAAAACZQ/k76srSROUPU/s1600/IMG_6418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swya6PRQuuI/AAAAAAAACZQ/k76srSROUPU/s400/IMG_6418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407867577887144674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwyagRaVfMI/AAAAAAAACZA/n3rLCIKgobs/s1600/IMG_6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwyagRaVfMI/AAAAAAAACZA/n3rLCIKgobs/s400/IMG_6419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407867131785477314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO excited and very grateful that we'll be able to spend time with family (we'll be missing the Albaughs) at a wonderful place. (can't wait to take pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;children&lt;br /&gt;emotion&lt;br /&gt;lessons&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;allen&lt;br /&gt;laughter&lt;br /&gt;jobs&lt;br /&gt;goals&lt;br /&gt;health&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a safe and FANTASTIC weekend.  Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1160387469948348308?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1160387469948348308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1160387469948348308&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1160387469948348308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1160387469948348308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-thanksalways.html' title='Give Thanks...Always'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwyawBRwhYI/AAAAAAAACZI/TZUXbhRu7uA/s72-c/IMG_6423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-358310420770193369</id><published>2009-11-22T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:28:29.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold</title><content type='html'>Gold is my favorite color (for now).  I never really appreciated the color gold until I started diving into photography.  Now I can't get enough of it.  (Note to Allen: I still want gold shoes).  It's such a warm, comforting color.  Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/gold-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of warm and comforting...&lt;br /&gt;Allen was not killed after a our recent phone conversation...just to put you all at ease.  Turns out he found a "killer" deal (excuse the pun) on a 50" plasma TV at Costco the other night.  He purchased it a week and half earlier than we were planning, but he's oh so happy.  I must say, I handled myself well.  Even though I threatened him if he purchased ANY Christmas presents for me this year, I think it went better than he expected.  What can I do at this point?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your concern.  I was surprised to get texts, emails, and phone calls about this situation.  Good to know you all worry about me hurting my husband...or is it that you can relate?...hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-358310420770193369?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/358310420770193369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=358310420770193369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/358310420770193369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/358310420770193369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/11/gold.html' title='Gold'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-8748140589583644057</id><published>2009-11-20T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:22:32.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I got a phone call 10 minutes ago.  It was my loveable husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Helloooo..." (I like to draw it out like that)&lt;br /&gt;Allen: "You're going to kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...  &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;I do love him.&lt;br /&gt;(now is where I breathe and count to ten...1..2..3..4..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swc6jy0m6YI/AAAAAAAACYg/FBtG2UqC5zw/s1600/DSC_0284-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swc6jy0m6YI/AAAAAAAACYg/FBtG2UqC5zw/s400/DSC_0284-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406354264293828994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-8748140589583644057?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/8748140589583644057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=8748140589583644057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8748140589583644057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8748140589583644057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swc6jy0m6YI/AAAAAAAACYg/FBtG2UqC5zw/s72-c/DSC_0284-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5376427125034490401</id><published>2009-11-19T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:02:26.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Goals</title><content type='html'>I walked into my house last night.  It was unusually warm.  I recently finally decided to start regualarly heating our home.  It feels more...homey.  I thanked myself for making that decision.  I walked upstairs, put on my XL sweats (or Allens. whatever) and a T-shirt (red sox. of course) and took down my hair.  That's the best feeling ever isn't it?  Rubbing your head after a full day of having hair up. You think it was done in a nice looking "up-do?"  Well...no. Pony tail for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting comfy, I sat in front of a pile of books where I normally "study."  Books I'm reading/wanting to read.  I re-read notes I previously jotted down after reading some of these.  I suddenly become very thankful.  Thankful for good books and good reading.  I starting thinking about why I'm so thankful for these.  I discovered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading helps me make my goals.  I read the scriptures, words of prophets and inspired authors.  I read fantasy and fiction books that show me new ways to think and imagine. I read biographies of incredible people who live incredible lives.  It's simply motivating.  I think this is where I get my desire to be better.  To become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swcsr9hbFYI/AAAAAAAACYY/d7YCOga_gXw/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swcsr9hbFYI/AAAAAAAACYY/d7YCOga_gXw/s400/books.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406339011442316674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;goals&lt;/strong&gt;, and the &lt;strong&gt;reasons&lt;/strong&gt; behind the goals. I've recently redefined my own, and in so doing... myself.  It's exciting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for goals.&lt;br /&gt;And heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5376427125034490401?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5376427125034490401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5376427125034490401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5376427125034490401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5376427125034490401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-thanks-thursday_19.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - Goals'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Swcsr9hbFYI/AAAAAAAACYY/d7YCOga_gXw/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-7661757301501029361</id><published>2009-11-18T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:13:12.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Time</title><content type='html'>We spent this last weekend here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/temple2c-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St George &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/membership-in-christ-s-church/temples-and-family-history"&gt;Temple&lt;/a&gt; is a beautiful and peaceful place.  We went to see one of Allen's good friends be sealed to his wife and two boys.  It was a special experience.  One thing on my "life's list of things to do" is to spend an entire day doing nothing but temple work...it's moving up the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/golf10-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went golfing.  I golfed the first hole of my life and learned all the fancy golf terms.  I'll definately go again, although...18 holes?!  Come on...I don't have the attention span for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our friend Jessica.  She and I were pretty much the best drivers on that course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSeKfnLVHI/AAAAAAAACXw/PALRMRuo_LI/s1600/golf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSeKfnLVHI/AAAAAAAACXw/PALRMRuo_LI/s400/golf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405619355873137778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up close and personal instruction from her husband Wes before golfing her first hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSek-Nax3I/AAAAAAAACX4/iqJoKT8Rdbk/s1600/golf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSek-Nax3I/AAAAAAAACX4/iqJoKT8Rdbk/s400/golf5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405619810763196274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSfi0AQNPI/AAAAAAAACYI/dcKQFpr6vrg/s1600/golf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSfi0AQNPI/AAAAAAAACYI/dcKQFpr6vrg/s400/golf6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405620873175512306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got up there and whacked it...only after a few failed attempts.  Ok Allen, I'll listen next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSf6htGSEI/AAAAAAAACYQ/HrowT_X4Eug/s1600/golf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSf6htGSEI/AAAAAAAACYQ/HrowT_X4Eug/s400/golf7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405621280580192322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's that good. ;)  Of course he wasn't looking for his ball.  He was enjoying the swampy scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSfRVA7tZI/AAAAAAAACYA/vxrGuWo-B_w/s1600/golf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSfRVA7tZI/AAAAAAAACYA/vxrGuWo-B_w/s400/golf3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405620572799088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/golfsb-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe this was Wes' "Happy Gilmore shot." (Wes to the right) Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/golfsb2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful, relaxing, and fun to spend time with good friends.  Thanks Wes and Jess for going down with us! (even though you didn't bring Aly)  Congratulations to the Glenn family!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/temple1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-7661757301501029361?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/7661757301501029361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=7661757301501029361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7661757301501029361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7661757301501029361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/11/temple-time.html' title='Temple Time'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SwSeKfnLVHI/AAAAAAAACXw/PALRMRuo_LI/s72-c/golf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-6059879500221037261</id><published>2009-11-12T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:00:52.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Dad</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for... &lt;em&gt;my dad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is wise.  He will tell me what I need to hear whether I &lt;em&gt;seem &lt;/em&gt;to want to hear or not.  I hope he always will.  (Do you hear that Dad?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is loving.  His hugs just make things feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is worthy.  &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/the-restoration-of-truth/the-restoration-of-the-priesthood"&gt;Priesthood&lt;/a&gt; is something he holds and respects.  I'm so grateful for the priesthood holders in my life.  What would I be without that?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is able.  To know what I need.  To teach me. To love me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt; for... &lt;em&gt;My.Dad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvzNAXzjIHI/AAAAAAAACXo/ZIT_GcnBssM/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvzNAXzjIHI/AAAAAAAACXo/ZIT_GcnBssM/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403419059211673714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helps me be brave.  And smart.  And hopeful.  Thank you Dad.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-6059879500221037261?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/6059879500221037261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=6059879500221037261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6059879500221037261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/6059879500221037261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-thanks-thursday.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - Dad'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvzNAXzjIHI/AAAAAAAACXo/ZIT_GcnBssM/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-166744397877744511</id><published>2009-11-02T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:30:56.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2009 was awesome!</title><content type='html'>We went to Frightmares the weekend before Halloween.  Good times with good friends. Sure Lagoon is a bit whitetrash, and I felt old when after two rides I was dizzy, but still...who doesn't like amusement parks?!...Jared? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/toblersb-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDbIwo0A6I/AAAAAAAACVY/xaWezU_q2C4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDbIwo0A6I/AAAAAAAACVY/xaWezU_q2C4/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400056896758743970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times such as these where I'm just so proud.  Poor guy doesn't really fit on most of those rides, but he giggles like a giddy little girl every time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/allensb-2.jpg"/ &gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDa_eUkCcI/AAAAAAAACVQ/gCgpP18S2oI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDa_eUkCcI/AAAAAAAACVQ/gCgpP18S2oI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400056737223150018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fall colors.  You could only enjoy the view for a second.  This was on the peak of the Collosus... before Sarah blacked out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/lagoonsb-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUMPKIN CARVING!  Always a highlight of this holiday.  I tend to carve my pumpkin based on the current mood I'm in.  Last year I felt a little... Asian? (see  &lt;a href="http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-contest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  This year, Comcast really got to me prior to this event so I was a bit emotional.  Of course Allen had a pumpkin dedicated to the &lt;strong&gt;undefeated SAINTS&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/pumpkindsb1-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/pumpkinsb2-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which pumpkin is your favorite?...not that it matters.  We should've set the prize beforehand.  Dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/12-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before Halloween we had a witch come all the way from Idaho to make us "witches brew."  I know!...lucky us!  Only a witch knows how to make "witches brew," but I can tell you it involves some angel dust, a little spiders blood, a spell, and a few bats/spiders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD59Z82rsI/AAAAAAAACVw/Cpur8L9ySpE/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD59Z82rsI/AAAAAAAACVw/Cpur8L9ySpE/s400/27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400090786550689474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD6VGxNMII/AAAAAAAACV4/X4e5l--dIys/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD6VGxNMII/AAAAAAAACV4/X4e5l--dIys/s400/28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400091193718419586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD8n4oWBvI/AAAAAAAACWQ/eeb_rRBN_44/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD8n4oWBvI/AAAAAAAACWQ/eeb_rRBN_44/s400/30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400093715363923698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD8XQMi9JI/AAAAAAAACWI/FVj5yRQHJzk/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD8XQMi9JI/AAAAAAAACWI/FVj5yRQHJzk/s400/29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400093429632005266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was proud of her work, and rightfully so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD8-2nmYJI/AAAAAAAACWY/Lj8lHqsU4cQ/s1600-h/31a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD8-2nmYJI/AAAAAAAACWY/Lj8lHqsU4cQ/s400/31a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400094109960921234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all fascinated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD9iUQO8pI/AAAAAAAACWo/879OtDblba4/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD9iUQO8pI/AAAAAAAACWo/879OtDblba4/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400094719211401874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD9QHNfNFI/AAAAAAAACWg/XPfVjNRxV5c/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvD9QHNfNFI/AAAAAAAACWg/XPfVjNRxV5c/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400094406472578130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we went as smurfs.  I think I look a little demonic but Allen made the costumes.  He makes a fine papa smurf.  Smurfette... just looks evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/16-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma and Grandpa sure know how to throw a killer party!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDrB-29g2I/AAAAAAAACVg/yvRzPENuNuQ/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDrB-29g2I/AAAAAAAACVg/yvRzPENuNuQ/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074372503143266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDrLMAbMtI/AAAAAAAACVo/jJfAQvfmWuM/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDrLMAbMtI/AAAAAAAACVo/jJfAQvfmWuM/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074530651321042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun!  Tin foil dinners, smores, hot chocolate, "eye balls," and candy of course.  We played mafia around the camp fire in their awesome back yard. It really was a perfect Halloween night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/17-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;creepy Mands...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/24-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/20-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vances - &lt;em&gt;Elder and Sister Kellum were the presiding senior missionaries.  We were joined by two witches, a clown, "the princess of Halloween," a dalmation puppy, a Ravenclaw student, and...my dad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a fantastic Halloween!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-166744397877744511?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/166744397877744511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=166744397877744511&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/166744397877744511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/166744397877744511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009-was-awesome.html' title='Halloween 2009 was awesome!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SvDbIwo0A6I/AAAAAAAACVY/xaWezU_q2C4/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2796201638803956501</id><published>2009-10-21T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:34:02.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky</title><content type='html'>Did you notice the &lt;em&gt;Halloweeeeny&lt;/em&gt; sunset tonight?... spooky?  I love it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/spookysunset-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting excited for Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2796201638803956501?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2796201638803956501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2796201638803956501&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2796201638803956501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2796201638803956501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/10/spooky.html' title='Spooky'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4545525077270077024</id><published>2009-10-08T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:00:32.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Wishing...Give Thanks Thursday - Neighbors</title><content type='html'>Sometimes.  I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; I were more able.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; I had more faith.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; I had more time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel off.  &lt;br /&gt;I feel in control, but chaotic still.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure of the remedy, but I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; I could find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read &lt;a href="http://ageoldtree.blogspot.com/2009/10/trees-that-are-oh-so-wise.html"&gt;this poem&lt;/a&gt;.  Ann Marie is a wonderful writer.  I've admired her since high school. She is my older sister's friend.  Thank you for sharing Ann.  Beautiful poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless...today I'm Thankful for good neighbors.  Few things in life you come to understand.  Few experiences and situations you ever find the exact reason for. (which alone is another struggle of mine).  However, I know we were supposed to move here.  In this house.  In this neighborhood.  At this time.  We've met some genuinely good people.   People who have helped us.  Friends who support through trial.  Thank you Tenille.  People we laugh with/at. :) Memories in the making.  Today, I'm Thankful for our good neighbors.  Friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4545525077270077024?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4545525077270077024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4545525077270077024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4545525077270077024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4545525077270077024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishinggive-thanks-thursday.html' title='Wishing...Give Thanks Thursday - Neighbors'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1238662088671106831</id><published>2009-09-29T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:10:02.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>This morning I stopped by my grandparents house for a visit.  My Grandpa sent me home with some beautiful fruits and veggies from his garden/orchard.  There is nothing like home-grown food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJauWMveYI/AAAAAAAACSM/rrBt6w9XqgE/s1600-h/fruit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJauWMveYI/AAAAAAAACSM/rrBt6w9XqgE/s400/fruit3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386967856568039810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJakX29MnI/AAAAAAAACSE/o6BuvhMzKDA/s1600-h/fruit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJakX29MnI/AAAAAAAACSE/o6BuvhMzKDA/s400/fruit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386967685214843506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJaKSpysRI/AAAAAAAACR8/3QkO138LZ44/s1600-h/fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJaKSpysRI/AAAAAAAACR8/3QkO138LZ44/s400/fruit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386967237140853010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa is a gifted farmer.  He can make things grow that otherwise would not.  Yummy!!  Thanks Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJbCyYck_I/AAAAAAAACSU/CgRb5R5EpW8/s1600-h/4368_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJbCyYck_I/AAAAAAAACSU/CgRb5R5EpW8/s400/4368_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386968207730709490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll make a pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, not much to report from us here in the Witt house.  Allen is &lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt; but happy.  We're looking forward to when his school days are finished.  He's working hard to get there while continuing his 45+ hour work week. He's also working on projects for our house.  (stay tuned) He does a great job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to see our tiny summer leave, but LOVE the colors and feel of FALL!  Here's our backyard.  I don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJca7pYWOI/AAAAAAAACSc/_nIYZWpeqUg/s1600-h/sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJca7pYWOI/AAAAAAAACSc/_nIYZWpeqUg/s576/sunflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386969722046142690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJclmGTeyI/AAAAAAAACSk/DHPIhBrvPrs/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJclmGTeyI/AAAAAAAACSk/DHPIhBrvPrs/s400/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386969905240439586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1238662088671106831?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1238662088671106831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1238662088671106831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1238662088671106831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1238662088671106831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SsJauWMveYI/AAAAAAAACSM/rrBt6w9XqgE/s72-c/fruit3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2894442100881477242</id><published>2009-09-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:51:08.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of Him Today</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Wyatt!  He would be 2 years old.  What a beautiful little boy huh?  He is missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sree-jITO_I/AAAAAAAACRU/wO4tmO5gjb4/s1600-h/wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sree-jITO_I/AAAAAAAACRU/wO4tmO5gjb4/s400/wyatt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383946676963851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/larsen2tex-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2894442100881477242?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2894442100881477242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2894442100881477242&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2894442100881477242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2894442100881477242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-of-him-today.html' title='Thinking of Him Today'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sree-jITO_I/AAAAAAAACRU/wO4tmO5gjb4/s72-c/wyatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-7291187854901254891</id><published>2009-09-16T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:57:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermountain Healing Hearts - Angels</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we remembered.  &lt;br /&gt;We honored.  &lt;br /&gt;We loved.  &lt;br /&gt;We miss you sweet baby Wyatt, and will remember you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Larsen family getting ready to release their butterfly in honor of Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk6-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk13-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the angel families ready for a group release for the family memebers who have passed on -- fallen heros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk10a-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk11-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk12-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley, Emily, and Addie got butterflies painted on their faces in honor of Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family took a moment after the walk and ceremony. A Wyatt moment. We released Wyatt's balloons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk14-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk15-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed together...up to the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk16-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/walk17-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt Lewis Larsen is very loved!  It was a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about Wyatt and last years walk &lt;a href="http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2008/09/angels.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and visit Andrea's blog &lt;a href="http://andrealarsen.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-7291187854901254891?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/7291187854901254891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=7291187854901254891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7291187854901254891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7291187854901254891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/09/intermountain-healing-hearts-angels.html' title='Intermountain Healing Hearts - Angels'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4322594251694880471</id><published>2009-09-12T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:26:08.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rock Relay</title><content type='html'>Sick of me posting about Red Rock yet?...tough!  The relay was &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; than I imagined!  It was more &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; than I thought it would be.  It was a &lt;strong&gt;prettier&lt;/strong&gt; run than I thought it could be.  I was even better &lt;strong&gt;prepared&lt;/strong&gt; for it than I thought!  This relay was AWESOME!  I have a new passion folks, and I can't wait for my next race! (suggestions?)  Here's how it went down - &lt;br /&gt;Before the "sun van" began the relay, we decorated.  We decorated our van and ourselves.  "Diablo divas" apparently must have bright red nails, devil horns, and tails in order to run well.  Who knew?  I did not...which is why I never wore either of those items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyYGXf6BqI/AAAAAAAACOQ/vM1qkCDgJn8/s1600-h/RRR5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyYGXf6BqI/AAAAAAAACOQ/vM1qkCDgJn8/s400/RRR5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380842889955378850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyYPaqZtZI/AAAAAAAACOY/ZpdSS6v6Umk/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyYPaqZtZI/AAAAAAAACOY/ZpdSS6v6Umk/s400/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843045423527314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyYi9Gzn9I/AAAAAAAACOg/mN6W85paNv4/s1600-h/RRR6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyYi9Gzn9I/AAAAAAAACOg/mN6W85paNv4/s400/RRR6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843381086986194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is about where our team had climbed up 8,000 feet.  Hills suck...they are not included when I claim this as a new passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyY25QUsFI/AAAAAAAACOo/qDs8oa2r2tc/s1600-h/RRR7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyY25QUsFI/AAAAAAAACOo/qDs8oa2r2tc/s576/RRR7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843723650543698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I started my first leg.  Beautiful right?  Don't let those clouds fool you.  They gave it to me.  Hard.  8 miles of running/trudging through 2 inches of mud puddles, rain/hail...but it was oh so pretty.  The sun came out again after my 8 miles were complete.  The Lord loves me. I'm sure of it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyaTNkxAqI/AAAAAAAACO4/P4-oOnco6I0/s1600-h/RRR8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyaTNkxAqI/AAAAAAAACO4/P4-oOnco6I0/s400/RRR8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380845309652959906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyZyvThVYI/AAAAAAAACOw/eseQ-lyA5TQ/s1600-h/RRR9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyZyvThVYI/AAAAAAAACOw/eseQ-lyA5TQ/s576/RRR9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380844751771751810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqya1z-rVuI/AAAAAAAACPA/LUfIb3iJ0tQ/s1600-h/RRR10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqya1z-rVuI/AAAAAAAACPA/LUfIb3iJ0tQ/s400/RRR10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380845904077739746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:00 am.  Emily had completed her second leg.  Heather and I were gearing up...which after only a couple hours of sleep, can take a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqycbaGqPBI/AAAAAAAACPI/pDx7SJuqnsY/s1600-h/RRR12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqycbaGqPBI/AAAAAAAACPI/pDx7SJuqnsY/s400/RRR12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380847649478556690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes leg 2 around 3:00am!  Once again, in the rain, but by FAR my strongest leg of the race.  5 miles.  This time paved and with hills.  I conquered them all. :)  I was so pumped when I finished this leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqyc61ZKDQI/AAAAAAAACPQ/5eRAUeYr5Zk/s1600-h/RRR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqyc61ZKDQI/AAAAAAAACPQ/5eRAUeYr5Zk/s400/RRR1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380848189379841282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before starting our last legs of the race.  The "sun van."  From left to right:  Jill "Bear Claw", Alissa "Joker", Emily "Da Bomb", Isabelle "Hamstring", Natalie "Anchor."  Our running assignments came with nicknames.  We embraced these names at this point in the race, aka we were quite delirious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyffcAjqPI/AAAAAAAACPg/6VARUBI-GYE/s1600-h/RRR14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyffcAjqPI/AAAAAAAACPg/6VARUBI-GYE/s400/RRR14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380851017244190962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more leg to go!  I was feeling GREAT!  (Note: black bars on your calf let everyone know where you were at in the race/how may legs you had completed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqydwUT7a4I/AAAAAAAACPY/nvhJYuNzkYQ/s1600-h/RRR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqydwUT7a4I/AAAAAAAACPY/nvhJYuNzkYQ/s576/RRR2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380849108212476802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 miles through Snow Canyon.  Beautiful.  Down hill.  "Easy"...right?  I gotta say, it's so nice to have people who will give you water or spray you down during a long run.  I would not be opposed to Allen driving along side me for this purpose.  We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqyh2wI-q5I/AAAAAAAACPo/fF80EPUrkQc/s1600-h/RRR16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqyh2wI-q5I/AAAAAAAACPo/fF80EPUrkQc/s400/RRR16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380853616808471442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the end of my leg on the far right.  I was trying to sprint out the last few hundred yards.  During the last two miles, my legs cramped up.  I suddenly became exhausted.  I was running in the middle of the day now.  I was getting heat off the rock walls and the pavement.  I was sleep deprived and hungry.  But, I'm proud to say, I kept on running!  I was &lt;strong&gt;determined&lt;/strong&gt; not to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqysaQgnn1I/AAAAAAAACQo/89rB1P3u6ek/s1600-h/RRR17arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqysaQgnn1I/AAAAAAAACQo/89rB1P3u6ek/s400/RRR17arrow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380865221909258066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our whole team finished together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqymLV_dd4I/AAAAAAAACP4/4Ou02l9V3Lw/s1600-h/RRR18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqymLV_dd4I/AAAAAAAACP4/4Ou02l9V3Lw/s400/RRR18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380858368612988802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqymmTashFI/AAAAAAAACQA/igXVBhP_dB4/s1600-h/RRR19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqymmTashFI/AAAAAAAACQA/igXVBhP_dB4/s400/RRR19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380858831778382930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqynUG8-tSI/AAAAAAAACQQ/tvg2PAd-oFQ/s1600-h/RRR20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqynUG8-tSI/AAAAAAAACQQ/tvg2PAd-oFQ/s400/RRR20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380859618706502946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my van and new friends.  They are strong women.  It was great getting to know all of you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqynF0_-rrI/AAAAAAAACQI/Jzng3J6Q8hI/s1600-h/RRR4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqynF0_-rrI/AAAAAAAACQI/Jzng3J6Q8hI/s400/RRR4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380859373369077426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; of myself.  I wish I would've had Allen there with me at the finish line.  I haven't felt real pride in myself like that for a long time.  There's something about forcing yourself to do something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and completing it that builds confidence and character.  That's why this has become a new passion for me.  I think it's important and healthy for me to feel this way.  Let's get out there and do something HARD. :)  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqyn9wywrlI/AAAAAAAACQY/nGiFOrYlqnM/s1600-h/RRR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sqyn9wywrlI/AAAAAAAACQY/nGiFOrYlqnM/s576/RRR3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380860334312566354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyoWuryAtI/AAAAAAAACQg/cH8advY8xbs/s1600-h/RRR11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyoWuryAtI/AAAAAAAACQg/cH8advY8xbs/s576/RRR11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380860763243152082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to get a team together for next year?!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4322594251694880471?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4322594251694880471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4322594251694880471&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4322594251694880471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4322594251694880471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-rock-relay.html' title='Red Rock Relay'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqyYGXf6BqI/AAAAAAAACOQ/vM1qkCDgJn8/s72-c/RRR5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4903645158848701064</id><published>2009-09-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:39:03.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO PROUD!!!</title><content type='html'>This is Allen again, making I think my third appearance on here... Anyhoo... I just wanted to let the few people who read this blog know how proud of my wife I am. She just got back this weekend from something that I think would be physically impossible for me. She ran in the Red Rock Relay down in Southern Utah. Her first leg was up hill in hail and rain and all sorts of other crap! Then she had to run a part for someone else!!! She finished out running almost 20 miles!!! What a trooper. She is an extreme example to me. Everything she does, she does at 110%. She makes me want to do a whole lot better in life and become the best I can. She makes me want to change a lot about myself like getting off my increasingly chubby butt and get back into shape. Maybe not as good of shape as I was in when I played lacrosse, cause those days are long gone, but as close as I can. I love you Jilly and am SO PROUD of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4903645158848701064?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4903645158848701064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4903645158848701064&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4903645158848701064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4903645158848701064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-proud.html' title='SO PROUD!!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-8026043664552395359</id><published>2009-09-03T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:33:37.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off!</title><content type='html'>Here's hoping I'll look better than this guy after my race is finished.  (please forgive me for the picture)  Feel free to keep me in your prayers. ;)  I'm pumped to ROCK the RED ROCK!!!!!  Have a good weekend everyone!  I'll miss you Alno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqBR1NbWLxI/AAAAAAAACNA/LYU3Fly-E1c/s1600-h/1marathonG_468x482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqBR1NbWLxI/AAAAAAAACNA/LYU3Fly-E1c/s400/1marathonG_468x482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377387929659649810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-8026043664552395359?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/8026043664552395359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=8026043664552395359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8026043664552395359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/8026043664552395359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SqBR1NbWLxI/AAAAAAAACNA/LYU3Fly-E1c/s72-c/1marathonG_468x482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1592488852185551579</id><published>2009-08-26T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:36:58.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Small Town Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Riggins&lt;/strong&gt; is a very small town.  Population 412 (approx).  It's beautiful!  It's located along the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salmon River&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Idaho.  This town thrives because of the river.  People come from all over the world to enjoy this place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about being in a &lt;strong&gt;small town&lt;/strong&gt;.  The people are simple.Happy.Content.  No one pretends to be anything other than what they are.  They don't care to look "attractive" according to the latest hairstyles or wardrobe.  They don't care to have the biggest and most beautiful house, or about their possesions.  It's comfortable and welcoming.  &lt;em&gt;They know something we don't&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know their secret.  Something about being in a small town among these people makes me want to stay; to be one of them.  I want to be simply happy and content.  I want to enjoy what's around me, not just what &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; put around me.  I want to thrive because of the earth God put me on.  These people have it!  It's a life the people in small towns own...and I admire it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Allen and I went with some friends to this place.  We drove 8+ hours to get to Riggins.  It was an enjoyable drive...LONG...but enjoyable.  It was worth every second.  It always is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the water.  Allen loves &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river18-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river16-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river14-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed on the beach.  "&lt;strong&gt;Shorts Bar&lt;/strong&gt;" is perfect.  Great sand.  Trees.  Water.  Football.  Girl talk.  Doesn't it look dreamy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/beach-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We loved it.  At night the sky is nothing but stars.  This is another secret these small town people have.  Keep out city lights so you can enjoy the "natural lights!"  These stars light up everything.  It's much more difficult to sleep in these conditions...plus we had great people to talk and laugh with...I didn't mind those conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/beach4-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riggins is where Allen spent the three summers before we were married.  Poor guy had to give up this "job" when marriage/responsibility hit him.  Such a shame.  Because of those three summers, I'm &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;afraid&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;rivers will always be a part of him.  I'm &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;afraid&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;that white water rafting will always be a part of him.  I'm &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;afraid&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;that now it's a part of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Our kids will know rivers and trees and beaches and "natural lights."  Maybe I'm not "afraid."  I'm so so &lt;strong&gt;glad&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river17-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen reads water well.  He hit it &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; once again this year.  It was as if he'd never left.  We all had a wonderful time.  We had some great paddlers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river19-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river25-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our friends for making it such a great trip.  Just another reason I'm SO glad we live where we do.  We've become good friends with some great people and we're lucky enough to have them live right next door...and a few more over. ;)  Thanks to the Toblers and the Holyoaks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river13-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was again...worth every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/rainbow2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/sunset1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/rainbow1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/sunset2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/river8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll keep admiring small town secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1592488852185551579?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1592488852185551579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1592488852185551579&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1592488852185551579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1592488852185551579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-town-fun.html' title='Small Town Fun'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-5854644702620014399</id><published>2009-08-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:20:27.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings and More Red Rock</title><content type='html'>I love the early morning.  I love that I'm a morning person.  I love how I feel in the morning.  This morning I got up a little after 5:00 am.  I wanted to get in a good 7 mile run before work and before our trip this weekend.  It was perfect.  I felt good, thanks to a good carbed up meal last night.  (Thanks Tenille!  Yum!)  During my run, I couldn't help but...love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how cool it is in the morning.  I love the silence.  I love hearing things I don't typically.  I heard flags flapping in the wind.  I heard my own feet against the road.  I heard sprinklers.  I love the sprinklers.  Everyone waters in the early hours.  Sprinklers offer a crisp noise, smell, and an occasional cold but refreshing splash in your face.  I could smell wet pavement and wet grass/dirt.  I even could smell breakfasts.  Mmmm...  I love how my mind is in the early hours.  It's alert.  It's active.  It focuses.  I love the "Good morning!" from fellow early morning runners/bikers.  I love watching a silouhetted world turn to detail. Color.  It was lovely.  I love mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Allen and I were at the Witt family reunion at Bryce Canyon.  I had never been there.  Who knew what I was missing?!  BEAUTIFUL!  While there, we got up early.  Again, around 5:00 am.  We got up to watch the sun rise.  On this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/bryce1-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also perfect. I think everything is a little more perfect in the morning.  It's renewed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/bryce2-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/bryce3-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took hundreds of pictures.  Have I mentioned how much I love red rock?...well I do.  Have a fun weekend!  WE'RE OFF TO HIT THE SALMON RIVER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-5854644702620014399?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/5854644702620014399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=5854644702620014399&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5854644702620014399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/5854644702620014399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/08/mornings-and-more-red-rock.html' title='Mornings and More Red Rock'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-1122976604160745915</id><published>2009-08-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:59:42.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday - Women</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;Being around other women can be intimidating, humbling, &lt;em&gt;inspiring&lt;/em&gt;, motivating, and lets be honest, irritating (come on, there's a few).  Lately I've been so grateful that I have so many amazing women in my life.  There are so many of you out there (even though only a couple may read this) who have inspired me.  I'm sure some of you know who you are, but others may not.  I have met and continue to meet some incredible women who have shaped who I am and what I want to become.  Today I thank you.  Thank you to so many wonderful women and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1421-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, these dear friends and I headed to St George for an all girls weekend.  With husbands, jobs, kids, and...responsibility, I'm still amazed that this trip even happened.  I'm SO glad that it did!  Every time I'm around these girls, I'm amazed at how lucky I am to be able to associate with such &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; people.  They are all strong, smart, beautiful women!  I learn so much from being around them.  I'm glad I've been able to stay so close to these girls, even though we're nearing our &lt;strong&gt;9th year &lt;/strong&gt;out of high school (yikes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the highlights of our girly getaway:&lt;br /&gt;A few of us did a little hiking (after a 4 mile run earlier that morning - I don't look so good after such things, so please excuse me).  Southern Utah is a beautiful place to hike.  I love the red rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1370-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1375-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1359-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1358-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...especially with the green trees and the blue BLUE sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1356-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1352-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the sun!  I tried to capture the heat.  It was stifling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1390-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hike we tried to soak up some of that sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1401-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the previously mentioned heat, we didn't last long and opted for this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1415-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I took and posted a picture of our ice cream...SO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening another good friend from high school, who now lives in St George invited us over to her beautiful home for a BBQ with her and her awesome husband (you should feel lucky Evan...this was a GIRLS weekend afterall).  We had a great time and yummy food.  Thanks you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg341/jillywitt/eIMG_1422-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole weekend we ate and talked and laughed.  I couldn't ask for better friends.  Thank you to our loving husbands who let us take this little trip.  Hopefully it won't be the last one. ;) We missed those who couldn't make it.  Thanks for the good time ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-1122976604160745915?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/1122976604160745915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=1122976604160745915&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1122976604160745915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/1122976604160745915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-thanks-thursday.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday - Women'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-455546693468787346</id><published>2009-07-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:37:23.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Thanks Thursday'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks Thursday...it's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnJO1kolX6I/AAAAAAAACHM/wTbCdZJQIqE/s1600-h/DSC_0191-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnJO1kolX6I/AAAAAAAACHM/wTbCdZJQIqE/s576/DSC_0191-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364436788425613218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sure miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (like most days) I'm thankful for my &lt;strong&gt;husband&lt;/strong&gt;.  I think I'm thankful today because I won't be with him this weekend.  I'm going to avoid all the ooey gooey that could go into this post and just say that I love him.  &lt;strong&gt;Nobody&lt;/strong&gt; can make me laugh like he can.  &lt;strong&gt;Nobody&lt;/strong&gt; makes me feel better than he does.  &lt;strong&gt;Nobody&lt;/strong&gt; loves me like he does.  &lt;strong&gt;Nobody&lt;/strong&gt;.  I love you Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnJPPh8g1HI/AAAAAAAACHU/lzBuu5utPIs/s1600-h/DSC_0237-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnJPPh8g1HI/AAAAAAAACHU/lzBuu5utPIs/s576/DSC_0237-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364437234380493938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-455546693468787346?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/455546693468787346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=455546693468787346&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/455546693468787346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/455546693468787346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-thanks-thursday.html' title='Give Thanks Thursday...it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnJO1kolX6I/AAAAAAAACHM/wTbCdZJQIqE/s72-c/DSC_0191-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-3100134186228856249</id><published>2009-07-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:04:00.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 24 recap...a bit late</title><content type='html'>We had a really great Pioneer Day weekend.  We headed up to Strawberry on Thursday after work for camping.  I had never been there and I LOVED it!  It so pretty up there.  We woke up at &lt;em&gt;4:30 the next morning to go fishing&lt;/em&gt;.  Allen is always and forever a &lt;strong&gt;die-hard fisherman&lt;/strong&gt;, and I guess I have to be supportive, so I too was off to the lake in the cold early morning hours.  Did I freeze?...yes.  Did we catch anything?...no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried though when I realized, as I was preparing to capture the most incredible sunrise I've ever seen that I had &lt;strong&gt;forgotten my camera battery at home...seriously, I was holding back tears&lt;/strong&gt;.  I was so excited to practice landscape and low light shots.  That was a big blow, especially at 5 am.  Luckily I found the point-n-shoot on the last day, so we have a few pictures of the trip, although I'm not sure if I've fully recovered.  &lt;strong&gt;CHECK, MAKE SURE, AND CHECK AGAIN &lt;/strong&gt; that you have your camera AND battery!!!!  Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the lake until about 10:00 and then spent some time napping and reading at our campsite.  So relaxing.  We made YUMMY tinfoil dinners, and right as we pulled them out of the coals the &lt;strong&gt;DOWN POUR &lt;/strong&gt;began.  It rained from around 5 that evening, through the night, and into the early morning of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tent is hiding in there somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGfxt52PXI/AAAAAAAACGk/qRdEnrCB7r8/s1600-h/DSCN1525e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGfxt52PXI/AAAAAAAACGk/qRdEnrCB7r8/s400/DSCN1525e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364244307659603314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGfTHhmP_I/AAAAAAAACGc/0KaJtXjF4NM/s1600-h/DSCN1522e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGfTHhmP_I/AAAAAAAACGc/0KaJtXjF4NM/s400/DSCN1522e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364243781961269234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen was a bit bummed (as you can tell) because rain meant no good night fishing, of course he still went out there and tried.  I stayed in the truck watching X-men.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved where we camped.  It had a view of the lake, nice trees for shade and hammocks, and a little creek (or "crick") running through it.  Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGgdlwQcdI/AAAAAAAACGs/Em0qiUstb3s/s1600-h/DSCN1527e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGgdlwQcdI/AAAAAAAACGs/Em0qiUstb3s/s576/DSCN1527e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364245061386138066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGhZEj0I6I/AAAAAAAACG0/oY45EueRQWQ/s1600-h/DSCN1528e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGhZEj0I6I/AAAAAAAACG0/oY45EueRQWQ/s400/DSCN1528e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364246083267732386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGhzmPiW4I/AAAAAAAACG8/UoCh3kGqn3g/s1600-h/DSCN1529e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGhzmPiW4I/AAAAAAAACG8/UoCh3kGqn3g/s400/DSCN1529e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364246538986085250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGisN3aMgI/AAAAAAAACHE/84_StCmSqoc/s1600-h/DSCN1531e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGisN3aMgI/AAAAAAAACHE/84_StCmSqoc/s400/DSCN1531e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364247511694979586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please don't judge me by how I look when camping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we headed home and got ready to host a &lt;strong&gt;neighborhood BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;.  Allen and I had been wanting to get to know our neighbors for a while, so a couple weeks ago I threw an invite together and we went around putting it on all of our neighbors/strangers doors.  We didn't know if anyone would show up because of the holiday (and because we all have created our own comfort bubbles), but it ended up GREAT!  We met tons of really cool people.  It made me so happy to be living here.  We met two couples who we hit it off with and are excited to get to know them better.  It was a lot of fun!  Yay for neighbors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-3100134186228856249?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/3100134186228856249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=3100134186228856249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3100134186228856249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/3100134186228856249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-24-recapa-bit-late.html' title='July 24 recap...a bit late'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SnGfxt52PXI/AAAAAAAACGk/qRdEnrCB7r8/s72-c/DSCN1525e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4850046192219405082</id><published>2009-07-17T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:03:56.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIVER TRIP!</title><content type='html'>Last years group.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SmCRbr4YMFI/AAAAAAAACEk/UMfbR1cr2Es/s1600-h/7D2C7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SmCRbr4YMFI/AAAAAAAACEk/UMfbR1cr2Es/s400/7D2C7329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359443461392576594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When:&lt;/strong&gt; August 14-16 (we'd leave Friday after work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:&lt;/strong&gt; Salmon River - Riggins, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who:&lt;/strong&gt;  Allen (guide), Jill, Larry, Amanda, and one other couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much:&lt;/strong&gt; $130 split (about $43 per couple which is a DEAL you won't usually find. Allen's got a hook up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White water rafting on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salmon River&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  If you've never been, you must come with us.  We had a blast last year!  It's worth the drive... trust me.   Allen hits the rapids &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; so you'll have a great experience with white water.  We camp on a nice beach and leave Sunday after church. Call, text, or email. Just let me know if you'd be interested in coming. First come first serve. ;) You'll regret it if you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4850046192219405082?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4850046192219405082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4850046192219405082&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4850046192219405082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4850046192219405082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/07/river-trip.html' title='RIVER TRIP!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SmCRbr4YMFI/AAAAAAAACEk/UMfbR1cr2Es/s72-c/7D2C7329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-2292856783038189500</id><published>2009-07-16T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:31:58.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not ashamed...</title><content type='html'>This is me and Mands before the movie (and my dad with his wand) ha!  My mom made these robes for her nut job children. So supportive. :) Mitch was bound and determined that we'd ALL be dressed up for "The Half Blood Prince."  Allen was sad we didn't have a robe for him.  Mitch said no robe for Alno because "He's the size of Nantucket."  Maybe next movie hun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch was proud of his sisters when we showed up in our &lt;em&gt;Potter Pride&lt;/em&gt;. (Am I really closer to 30 than 20?... oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9AgDa-bBI/AAAAAAAACDc/J1qVhFysrjU/s1600-h/DSCN1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9AgDa-bBI/AAAAAAAACDc/J1qVhFysrjU/s400/DSCN1510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073001012620306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9BMPuuBTI/AAAAAAAACDs/WfHUYhF1Xbs/s1600-h/DSCN1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9BMPuuBTI/AAAAAAAACDs/WfHUYhF1Xbs/s400/DSCN1512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073760230901042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9AwLguCFI/AAAAAAAACDk/6UbeXX-Zmuc/s1600-h/DSCN1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9AwLguCFI/AAAAAAAACDk/6UbeXX-Zmuc/s400/DSCN1511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073278062102610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go Go Gryffindor!"  Mitch and I are true Ravanclaws. :)  Amanda is Gryffindor, pending official tests.  Mitch's friends put this Gryffindor banner on my parents garage Tuesday morning.  Pretty clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9BvrrxEhI/AAAAAAAACD8/CbiLinUsOHA/s1600-h/DSCN1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9BvrrxEhI/AAAAAAAACD8/CbiLinUsOHA/s400/DSCN1513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074369030132242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and his friends won the audience over at the theater because of their dress-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9CP92juKI/AAAAAAAACEU/XhAbvLqsAPw/s1600-h/DSCN1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9CP92juKI/AAAAAAAACEU/XhAbvLqsAPw/s400/DSCN1516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074923663046818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9B8Lo1gWI/AAAAAAAACEE/1G3FCmJOAsI/s1600-h/DSCN1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9B8Lo1gWI/AAAAAAAACEE/1G3FCmJOAsI/s400/DSCN1514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074583766204770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9CHf0NhbI/AAAAAAAACEM/v1se84Sv-wo/s1600-h/DSCN1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9CHf0NhbI/AAAAAAAACEM/v1se84Sv-wo/s400/DSCN1518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074778161186226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9IFOdcYuI/AAAAAAAACEc/zYxIdc_dVII/s1600-h/DSCN1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9IFOdcYuI/AAAAAAAACEc/zYxIdc_dVII/s400/DSCN1519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359081336212316898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9Bfn3YTyI/AAAAAAAACD0/_rZF-obeKbQ/s1600-h/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9Bfn3YTyI/AAAAAAAACD0/_rZF-obeKbQ/s400/DSCN1521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074093127192354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We did it and we loved it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me whatever you want, but I freaking loved it!  Best potter movie yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... just took along the point and shoot camera. Ignore the photo quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-2292856783038189500?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/2292856783038189500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=2292856783038189500&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2292856783038189500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/2292856783038189500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-ashamed.html' title='I&apos;m not ashamed...'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/Sl9AgDa-bBI/AAAAAAAACDc/J1qVhFysrjU/s72-c/DSCN1510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-7468715503826507368</id><published>2009-07-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:56:12.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TONIGHT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Midnight showing...here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlzUhB_iTFI/AAAAAAAACDM/HnV9bpQdAyQ/s1600-h/harry-potter-6-teaser-poster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlzUhB_iTFI/AAAAAAAACDM/HnV9bpQdAyQ/s400/harry-potter-6-teaser-poster3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358391320599743570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-7468715503826507368?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/7468715503826507368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=7468715503826507368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7468715503826507368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/7468715503826507368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/07/tonight.html' title='TONIGHT!!!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlzUhB_iTFI/AAAAAAAACDM/HnV9bpQdAyQ/s72-c/harry-potter-6-teaser-poster3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213870278246810791.post-4771364308047563313</id><published>2009-07-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:10:44.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July = hiking, softball, new stuff, and fireworks</title><content type='html'>The 4th of July just doesn't seem right if you don't start out the day at a neighborhood breakfast.  We met up at my parents house at 8:00 and headed down to the church for bacon, pancakes, and eggs.  Yum.  We later packed a lunch and took off to Cascade Springs.  SOOO PRETTY!!!!  Sorry about the overload on pictures.  GET OUTSIDE PEOPLE!!!  It's just too beautiful out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGOB4uCriI/AAAAAAAAB-s/2-HjjLPJWXE/s1600-h/IMG_6528e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGOB4uCriI/AAAAAAAAB-s/2-HjjLPJWXE/s400/IMG_6528e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355217594976742946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGNgrlFNeI/AAAAAAAAB-k/GWg3h2l13ws/s1600-h/IMG_6526e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGNgrlFNeI/AAAAAAAAB-k/GWg3h2l13ws/s400/IMG_6526e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355217024513816034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGNJURvI7I/AAAAAAAAB-c/9rDN4uU1bjk/s1600-h/IMG_6525e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGNJURvI7I/AAAAAAAAB-c/9rDN4uU1bjk/s400/IMG_6525e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355216623121671090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGMoPb0gjI/AAAAAAAAB-U/flAdurvmKwQ/s1600-h/IMG_6523e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGMoPb0gjI/AAAAAAAAB-U/flAdurvmKwQ/s576/IMG_6523e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355216054886105650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGLMBLd7OI/AAAAAAAAB-E/m4pdlab4ZsY/s1600-h/IMG_6520e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGLMBLd7OI/AAAAAAAAB-E/m4pdlab4ZsY/s576/IMG_6520e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355214470511455458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGKlqLFV7I/AAAAAAAAB98/GWmvwEvMgYw/s1600-h/IMG_6518e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGKlqLFV7I/AAAAAAAAB98/GWmvwEvMgYw/s400/IMG_6518e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355213811500799922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGJ6-6U34I/AAAAAAAAB90/ZVHE75OGxhM/s1600-h/IMG_6516e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGJ6-6U34I/AAAAAAAAB90/ZVHE75OGxhM/s400/IMG_6516e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355213078333284226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGJBFmxlkI/AAAAAAAAB9s/H6efkHVH3lE/s1600-h/IMG_6514e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGJBFmxlkI/AAAAAAAAB9s/H6efkHVH3lE/s400/IMG_6514e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212083697915458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGHjdrAzXI/AAAAAAAAB9c/XKxjkKPr99A/s1600-h/IMG_6511e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGHjdrAzXI/AAAAAAAAB9c/XKxjkKPr99A/s400/IMG_6511e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355210475250437490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGG2zTd8jI/AAAAAAAAB9U/nkZE92ma3Eo/s1600-h/IMG_6510e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGG2zTd8jI/AAAAAAAAB9U/nkZE92ma3Eo/s576/IMG_6510e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355209707963150898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGGNEX3a2I/AAAAAAAAB9M/Aj0LGQZrrTM/s1600-h/IMG_6509e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGGNEX3a2I/AAAAAAAAB9M/Aj0LGQZrrTM/s400/IMG_6509e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355208990990494562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with Addie and her chips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGFKypMKgI/AAAAAAAAB9E/xa4xodOYPi4/s1600-h/IMG_6507e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGFKypMKgI/AAAAAAAAB9E/xa4xodOYPi4/s576/IMG_6507e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355207852359952898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGEvEukLDI/AAAAAAAAB88/3pZL52pn88A/s1600-h/IMG_6506e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGEvEukLDI/AAAAAAAAB88/3pZL52pn88A/s576/IMG_6506e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355207376177998898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGD9LFfMVI/AAAAAAAAB80/Du4tCUmZAfU/s1600-h/IMG_6505e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGD9LFfMVI/AAAAAAAAB80/Du4tCUmZAfU/s400/IMG_6505e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206518891295058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some hiking and lunch we went to Lone Peak High School for some batting practice.  Good times!  I felt &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; rusty, but it felt so good to throw and whack a ball.  Am I sore?!...psh...of course not. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie made Pappy proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGOeDnGMgI/AAAAAAAAB-0/NtdghO0QHzA/s1600-h/IMG_6529e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGOeDnGMgI/AAAAAAAAB-0/NtdghO0QHzA/s400/IMG_6529e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355218078936740354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGPfiCSWHI/AAAAAAAAB-8/088nG80ovfk/s1600-h/IMG_6534e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGPfiCSWHI/AAAAAAAAB-8/088nG80ovfk/s400/IMG_6534e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219203795343474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...definately was NOT a pitcher, but maybe I should've been.  I rocked it! ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGQDH9mXkI/AAAAAAAAB_E/UuOGxPqh6sM/s1600-h/IMG_6541e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGQDH9mXkI/AAAAAAAAB_E/UuOGxPqh6sM/s400/IMG_6541e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219815271652930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY NEW CAMERA!!!!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;I purchased a Canon 50D with two awesome lenses!  It was a sweet (but still very expensive) deal and I'm SO SO SO excited for the photo shoots I have coming up to see the difference in what I can do to my images.  I feel really lucky because Allen is nothing but totally supportive about my photography.  Thanks hun!  Don't worry, we got him a little something too.  He got a new red sox T-shirt and jersey, as well as a new Playstation game.  He was just as thrilled as I was about my camera. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGTTORiqII/AAAAAAAAB_U/SM5RZmmbnsI/s1600-h/canon-50d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGTTORiqII/AAAAAAAAB_U/SM5RZmmbnsI/s400/canon-50d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223390378698882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day with a fantastic firework show...well...Addie thought it was pretty fantastic.  Turned out to be a pretty great day!  Happy Independence Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGQ9MrJ3-I/AAAAAAAAB_M/9t0S5yTLbLI/s1600-h/IMG_6553e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGQ9MrJ3-I/AAAAAAAAB_M/9t0S5yTLbLI/s576/IMG_6553e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355220812968878050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7213870278246810791-4771364308047563313?l=allenandjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/feeds/4771364308047563313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7213870278246810791&amp;postID=4771364308047563313&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4771364308047563313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7213870278246810791/posts/default/4771364308047563313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenandjill.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-hiking-softball-new-stuff.html' title='4th of July = hiking, softball, new stuff, and fireworks'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdyocU5Dk5M/TwyciAU6W7I/AAAAAAAAC10/QazbbQhDdV8/s220/01-07bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyhpUIHy9sY/SlGOB4uCriI/AAAAAAAAB-s/2-HjjLPJWXE/s72-c/IMG_6528e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
