<?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-3377338523255736223</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:05.303-07:00</updated><category term='Will&apos;s first Easter basket.'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Alva Standing'/><category term='Leaves'/><title type='text'>First Reed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-6165369539329844091</id><published>2008-12-12T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:14:10.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vickie's Tag</title><content type='html'>At the Reed house we go pretty much all out on the Christmas decorations.  Every room in the house, including bathrooms, is decorated.  Heather has an amazing talent for decorating and the house always looks incredible for Christmas.  As far as the Christmas tree goes we have the "fancy tree" in the family room which has the nicer ornaments on it that all kind of match and then the kids have small fake trees in their rooms that they decorate and can put pretty much whatever they want on.  Here are some crappy camera phone pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278966608046776738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoKS3G4aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nvItiA5Q88I/s400/PIC_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKocnyTdMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/B5LMAlVgBwI/s1600-h/PIC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278966922901419202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKocnyTdMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/B5LMAlVgBwI/s400/PIC_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoLawM87I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xLy6LKbCwq4/s1600-h/PIC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278966627345167282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoLawM87I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xLy6LKbCwq4/s400/PIC_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoLDIb6pI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7wRB8r3d338/s1600-h/PIC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278966621004360338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoLDIb6pI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7wRB8r3d338/s400/PIC_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoK9VUJTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9PiOsZE74Zk/s1600-h/PIC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278966619447764274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoK9VUJTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9PiOsZE74Zk/s400/PIC_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoKk5y1JI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5PeIVBpf9iA/s1600-h/PIC_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278966612889883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoKk5y1JI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5PeIVBpf9iA/s400/PIC_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-6165369539329844091?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6165369539329844091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=6165369539329844091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/6165369539329844091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/6165369539329844091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/vickies-tag.html' title='Vickie&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKoKS3G4aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nvItiA5Q88I/s72-c/PIC_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-5237743044342393903</id><published>2008-12-12T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:37:45.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Laura's 8 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>Okay, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 TV Shows I like watching:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Survivorman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Time Warp&lt;br /&gt;4. Dirty Jobs&lt;br /&gt;5. How it's made&lt;br /&gt;6. The Office&lt;br /&gt;7. Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;8. House Hunters (I know, but I &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; at work on Wednesday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rode my bike in the garage (dang fog!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to work&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Aubrey's school choir and band concert (the band sounded like a flock of geese being slaughtered but the choir sounded great)&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a pumpkin pie shake from Jack in the Box after the concert&lt;br /&gt;5. Helped Heather fold Laundry&lt;br /&gt;6. Watched The Office&lt;br /&gt;7. Started a new book, "Shoulder the Sky" by Anne Perry&lt;br /&gt;8. Slept soundly (thanks Will!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I look forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spring&lt;br /&gt;2. Grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids on missions&lt;br /&gt;4. Going on a mission with Heather&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeing more of the world with Heather when the kids are out of the house&lt;br /&gt;6. Clothes of the future that don't require laundering&lt;br /&gt;7. Kids happily married&lt;br /&gt;8. Another pumpkin pie shake from Jack in the Box (with a side of jalapeno poppers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things on my wish list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Self cutting lawns&lt;br /&gt;2. More patience&lt;br /&gt;3. More time in the day&lt;br /&gt;4. A college football playoff system&lt;br /&gt;5. A nice sunny day&lt;br /&gt;6. Deep profile carbon wheels for my bike&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqHSIiAXdSU"&gt;A Snuggie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;8. Pumpkin pie shakes available year round at Jack in the Box, not just during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-5237743044342393903?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5237743044342393903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=5237743044342393903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/5237743044342393903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/5237743044342393903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/aunt-lauras-8-things-tag.html' title='Aunt Laura&apos;s 8 Things Tag'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-6038159174606635879</id><published>2008-12-12T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:33:40.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaves'/><title type='text'>Leaves- Fun, Free, and Biodegradable!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been over a month since I posted anything so I guess I will try to catch up a little. Last month we went to St. George for Thanksgiving and had a great time and my mom has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; posted some pictures of the trip. While we were there we went a few times to the park by grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandpa's&lt;/span&gt; house to play and the kids discovered the joy of large piles of leaves. We don't have large enough trees in our yard to generate the necessary quantities of dry fall leaves for playing in so our kids had never really had the chance to play in a proper pile of leaves. I know, they are very deprived. Anyway here are some pictures of the free fun, sorry about the picture quality, I took them with my phone. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278956678698961922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKfIVKHDAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ezs6wXABoHw/s400/PIC_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278957396264746914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKfyGTH_6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/PWIEJT0tBdE/s400/PIC_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278957392036163154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKfx2i87lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XSYGTLl94sY/s400/PIC_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278957382639626402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKfxTipKKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/g7WRBAGCEO0/s400/PIC_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278957373807024834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKfwyoyWsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/73sMnRPtyTU/s400/PIC_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-6038159174606635879?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6038159174606635879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=6038159174606635879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/6038159174606635879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/6038159174606635879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaves-fun-free-and-biodegradable.html' title='Leaves- Fun, Free, and Biodegradable!'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SUKfIVKHDAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ezs6wXABoHw/s72-c/PIC_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-3557962961197239283</id><published>2008-11-05T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:47:28.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SRKBlcGNsvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j95bgq3CVYw/s1600-h/CIMG1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265413394546930418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SRKBlcGNsvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j95bgq3CVYw/s400/CIMG1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265413736300783522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SRKB5VOrp6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/66xSJHzUicI/s400/CIMG1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265414108500836562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SRKCO_yFwNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Q483-_xaVnY/s400/CIMG1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265414765528754962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SRKC1PZwKxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uUrmvz5KB5o/s400/CIMG1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265415145039633026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SRKDLVMMmoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I-NKP-uKG0E/s400/CIMG1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-3557962961197239283?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3557962961197239283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=3557962961197239283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3557962961197239283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3557962961197239283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pictures.html' title='Halloween Pictures'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SRKBlcGNsvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j95bgq3CVYw/s72-c/CIMG1609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-9163755482884941679</id><published>2008-11-04T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:09:43.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31. Hit a home run (Wii Sports!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.Visited Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 - I'm really quite boring, on a side note a friend sent me a talk given by Elder Neal A. Maxwell that I would highly recommend.  It is entitled "A More Determined Discipleship" and can be found in the February 1979 Ensign.  I think when you read it, particularly in light of events unfolding in California today, you will see why we sustain these brethren as prophets, seers and revelators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-9163755482884941679?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9163755482884941679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=9163755482884941679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/9163755482884941679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/9163755482884941679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/lauras-tag.html' title='Laura&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-363066624120772577</id><published>2008-10-27T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:24:37.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261931671329490322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SQYi-eX4xZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8EtN3FBfglU/s400/Spencer+Garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Spencer 9 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-363066624120772577?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/363066624120772577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=363066624120772577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/363066624120772577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/363066624120772577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/emilys-tag-spencer-9-months.html' title='Emily&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SQYi-eX4xZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8EtN3FBfglU/s72-c/Spencer+Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-7267200251548082783</id><published>2008-10-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:40:20.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well i'm at work so this should be interesting. Here it is, first file seventh photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261858732894188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SQXgo5hx9MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QSMZMEOutb0/s400/Bad+Asphalt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-7267200251548082783?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7267200251548082783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=7267200251548082783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7267200251548082783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7267200251548082783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/moms-tag.html' title='Mom&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SQXgo5hx9MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QSMZMEOutb0/s72-c/Bad+Asphalt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-8144263030734975621</id><published>2008-10-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:06:34.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saga of the Goldfish</title><content type='html'>About a month ago we went to Spencer's soccer carnival. It is sponsored by the AYSO and basically consists of a bunch of booths with games sponsored by the various teams. One of the booths offered the opportunity to win a goldfish if you could throw a ping pong ball and land it in a small fish bowl. Aubrey, the lover of all animals, immediately wanted to spend some of her tickets to try to win a fish. We told her that she could not have a fish but she was welcome to waste her tickets trying to win a fish she couldn't have if she wanted to. So she tried and of course she won. These days they don't seem to hand out the actual fish but rather a coupon which can be redeemed for a fish at a local pet store. I told her to give the coupon to another kid or throw it away since she couldn't have a fish and she got very indignant and told us that it wasn't fair that she couldn't have a fish because she had won it after all. I informed her for the umpteenth time that life wasn't fair and if you don't believe me just ask your Grandmother Reed. She continued to sulk and pout for the remainder of the afternoon but by nighttime she was back to her old self and I thought that she had let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than night as we were pulling the covers down to go to be we found this under a pillow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260051343455430274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP900_L6JoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rdkS20zdkG4/s400/Fish+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260047430474392498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9xROMh47I/AAAAAAAAAFM/k6jAFsrU1I0/s400/Fish+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The following morning we told her that her letter was very cute but that she still could not have a fish but we promised to think about it. She seemed to accept this and again I thought we were done. Five days latter under our pillow we found a picture of a goldfish with a big question mark on it. I asked her why we should let her get a fish when we are always having to remind her to take better care of her existing pets. She asked that if she took better care of her existing pets would we possibly reconsider. I used the we'll think about it line again and hoped that she would just give up and forget about it. A couple of weeks went by and we thought she had finally given up, then this showed up a few days ago addressed to whom it may concern:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260050100660705106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9zspajl1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mS1Ehh-Z8VE/s400/Fish+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260050927376650946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP90cxK_0sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lFjYJzRuTns/s400/Fish+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I thought we had already decided this but hope springs eternal I guess. She has been doing a better job of taking care of the dog and the cat but we really don't want a stinky fish in her room. We finally made a deal with her that if she could run the mile at school in under 12 minutes then we would allow her to redeem her coupon as long as she bought the bowl and other fish accessories. This will be a real hurdle for her unlike getting good grades which for Aubrey at this stage in her life is about as difficult as breathing. She is very excited and has planned out a training regime she is going to start after school today with her friend Katy. So what do you think? Were we too soft? Have I been manipulated by a 10 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-8144263030734975621?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8144263030734975621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=8144263030734975621' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8144263030734975621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8144263030734975621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/saga-of-goldfish.html' title='Saga of the Goldfish'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP900_L6JoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rdkS20zdkG4/s72-c/Fish+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-7652926704568588382</id><published>2008-10-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:10:13.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks ago we went to a local farm to get pumpkins. Murray Family Farms is a small organic farm that grows a large variety of fruits and vegtables which you can go and pick for yourself. This year they put together a fall festival with crafts, mazes, a hay ride, and a petting zoo. We went with Heather's sister Terri, her husband Joe, and their little boy Graham who is about two months younger than Will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260014596254095138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9TaBMYVyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rD8mh6rwP4M/s400/CIMG1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is in a maze they made in their blackberry patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260015248643249970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9T__iE1zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UOBN90G9SUc/s400/CIMG1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Will and his cousin Graham in the corn pit, I think they look like a couple of old men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260016009867365666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9UsTUDDSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/R0Rjk71J05I/s400/CIMG1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Aubrey thought that this was a very funny joke, she shared it over the intercom at school last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260017819485184770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9WVoqjowI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ub1GCdMnzfo/s400/CIMG1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spencer showing of his face painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260018777002408338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9XNXsc-ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3_OaDJj-GOQ/s400/CIMG1575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Asparagus maze was fun because you could snack on fresh asparagus as you navigated the maze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260019592345124610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9X81FTfwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ESVZ_uo5YBQ/s400/CIMG1584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hay ride took you out to their nectarine orchard where they had planted small pumpkins and gourds between the rows of trees. A week earlier a bear had been coming down from the hills and hanging out in the orchards but luckly he wasn't around this day.   Why will babies never look at the camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-7652926704568588382?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7652926704568588382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=7652926704568588382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7652926704568588382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7652926704568588382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Trip to the Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SP9TaBMYVyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rD8mh6rwP4M/s72-c/CIMG1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-8706977630219451284</id><published>2008-08-03T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:25:11.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker Dude</title><content type='html'>Spencer has been riding his bike a lot lately and wanted to share this video of him riding.  He is almost ready to take the training wheels off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmO7j74PMSY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmO7j74PMSY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-8706977630219451284?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8706977630219451284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=8706977630219451284' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8706977630219451284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8706977630219451284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/08/biker-dude.html' title='Biker Dude'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-8793184356441995379</id><published>2008-08-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:06:51.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ballgame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SJMvQSg6pxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jUfDOs9Q9UE/s1600-h/IMAGE_076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229575549201590034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SJMvQSg6pxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jUfDOs9Q9UE/s400/IMAGE_076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night Aubrey and I went to Mormon night at the Dodgers. Ever since we first went to a Dodger game a few years ago with Eric and Abby, Aubrey has become quite a little Dodger fan and is always wanting to go to a game so we thought Mormon night would be a good chance to go. On the way down to the game we stopped at In and Out burger because believe it or not Aubrey had never been there and really wanted to try it. She thought it was much better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and I have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking into the stadium they took our picture. This seems to be very common anymore at large venues where they take your picture and then you can go online to view it and buy it for an exorbitant sum. Anyways here is our "official" Dodger Stadium picture &lt;a href="http://www.printroom.com/popupImage.asp?evgroupid=0&amp;amp;img_id=102175651&amp;amp;effectRGB"&gt;http://www.printroom.com/popupImage.asp?evgroupid=0&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;img&lt;/span&gt;_id=102175651&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;effectRGB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture that I took before the game started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229580069679984002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SJMzXam87YI/AAAAAAAAADc/CHHsdAbX_NM/s400/IMAGE_074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting waiting for the game to start I noticed two elderly gentlemen with Dodger jerseys standing around home plate with some young adults. One the the jerseys said Perry on the back and when he turned around I saw that it was Elder L. Tom Perry. It turns out that he was going to throw out the first pitch. I pointed him out to Aubrey and she was very excited to see an apostle in real life. After the first pitch and the national anthem Elder Perry left the field and started up the aisle to the exit and I realized that he was going to walk right near where we were sitting so I told Aubrey that we should go and say hi to him. Most of the people seemed to have no idea who he was and so it was easy to go up to him and introduce ourselves. He was very friendly and shook our hands. This was the first time either of us had ever been in the presence of an apostle and it was a very unique experience. I definitely felt like I was in the presence of a very special and spiritual man. At 86 years old he seems very healthy and vigorous and has a firm handshake. He is also quite tall. Needless to say Aubrey was very excited. I wish now I had asked him if we could take a picture with him but he was leaving and I didn't want to bother him. I did try to snap a picture with my phone as he was leaving but my phone takes terrible pictures if there is any movement at all. Here is the picture, Elder Perry is the blurry man in the white dodger jersey and blue cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584274448545826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SJM3MKl5eCI/AAAAAAAAADk/XZnO1k5rnC0/s400/IMAGE_075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dodgers ended up losing the the Arizona Diamondbacks 2-1 but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; matter because we had a great time and created some good memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-8793184356441995379?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8793184356441995379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=8793184356441995379' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8793184356441995379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8793184356441995379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ballgame!'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SJMvQSg6pxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jUfDOs9Q9UE/s72-c/IMAGE_076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-7412009254591910759</id><published>2008-07-20T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:59:45.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummingbird Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SIO0UI84-YI/AAAAAAAAACU/rxFEacjFSRE/s1600-h/CIMG1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225218250773166466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SIO0UI84-YI/AAAAAAAAACU/rxFEacjFSRE/s400/CIMG1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We first noticed this hummingbird nest on the side of our house a few weeks ago.  The babies are now big enough that we can see them clearly above the rim of the nest.  The look very squished!  For reference the nest is built on a coax cable coming from our satelite dish that is about the diameter of a McDonalds drinking straw.  The parents don't seem to spend any actual time in the nest and just visit to feed the babies.  This isn't quite as exciting as deer in the front yard like the Whites have but we thought it was pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-7412009254591910759?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7412009254591910759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=7412009254591910759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7412009254591910759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7412009254591910759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/07/hummingbird-nest.html' title='Hummingbird Nest'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SIO0UI84-YI/AAAAAAAAACU/rxFEacjFSRE/s72-c/CIMG1470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-3293093053200736503</id><published>2008-07-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:31:47.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cowgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SH-QBjg3ZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/8Dsl6HXWK2Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224052449160422706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SH-QBjg3ZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/8Dsl6HXWK2Q/s400/IMAGE_071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Aubrey in her new fringed shirt that Grandma sewed for her. She loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-3293093053200736503?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3293093053200736503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=3293093053200736503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3293093053200736503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3293093053200736503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/07/cowgirl.html' title='The Cowgirl'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SH-QBjg3ZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/8Dsl6HXWK2Q/s72-c/IMAGE_071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-2635656254461976824</id><published>2008-07-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:01:46.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Aunt Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHGFP6j2jWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jH3rbRudGlA/s1600-h/CIMG1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220099951563279714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHGFP6j2jWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jH3rbRudGlA/s400/CIMG1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our new pool and a few pictures from the 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101610784027986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHGGwfo59VI/AAAAAAAAACE/7K4TcRpcaQg/s400/CIMG1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is us at the fireworks at Shafter High School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-2635656254461976824?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2635656254461976824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=2635656254461976824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/2635656254461976824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/2635656254461976824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-aunt-laura.html' title='For Aunt Laura'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHGFP6j2jWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jH3rbRudGlA/s72-c/CIMG1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-7044416443927513750</id><published>2008-07-06T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:50:40.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 8, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHFdnWtfptI/AAAAAAAAABs/rsx23hO_LFo/s1600-h/CIMG1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220056373791794898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHFdnWtfptI/AAAAAAAAABs/rsx23hO_LFo/s400/CIMG1410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday Aubrey was given horseback riding lessons from her Forsyth grandparents and aunts and uncles. She was given ten lessons and goes once a week. After her first few lessons she was talking about joining 4H now and FFA when she gets into high school. She also keeps telling us that she really wants a horse. We told her to ask again in two years and if she was still riding and interested then we would talk about it. The other day when we were talking about how lessons went she kept telling me June 8, 2010. I asked her what she meant and she said that that was the day she could get a horse. I guess I made the two year comment on June 8th. She has also told us that you can lease a horse instead of buying one. Who knew? She is excited for her next lesson because she will get to wear spurs on her boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHFd9CE6HcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qO7XBo88OmE/s1600-h/CIMG1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220056746209975746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHFd9CE6HcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qO7XBo88OmE/s400/CIMG1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will enjoys watching horseback riding lessons. Spencer does homework while he watches the horses. Here he is doing his homework and talking like a baby which is a very annoying thing he likes to do sometimes.&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XxDfZ682qU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XxDfZ682qU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-7044416443927513750?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7044416443927513750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=7044416443927513750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7044416443927513750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/7044416443927513750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-8-2010.html' title='June 8, 2010'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/SHFdnWtfptI/AAAAAAAAABs/rsx23hO_LFo/s72-c/CIMG1410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-2928488913676145831</id><published>2008-04-12T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:28:36.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuV8p4hjR1I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuV8p4hjR1I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-2928488913676145831?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2928488913676145831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=2928488913676145831' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/2928488913676145831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/2928488913676145831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/04/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye of the Tiger'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-3216645612504677763</id><published>2008-04-03T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:20:30.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alva Standing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3be278609b138e5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3be278609b138e5c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3216645612504677763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=3216645612504677763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3216645612504677763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3216645612504677763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-is-our-cousinnephew-alva-showing.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-5828774850725861048</id><published>2008-03-24T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:10:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hslkl_D-I/AAAAAAAAABU/7q_y9eN-iVE/s1600-h/CIMG1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181510764023713762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hslkl_D-I/AAAAAAAAABU/7q_y9eN-iVE/s400/CIMG1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hsO0l_D9I/AAAAAAAAABM/PNhkbdUYC5o/s1600-h/CIMG0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181510373181689810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hsO0l_D9I/AAAAAAAAABM/PNhkbdUYC5o/s400/CIMG0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will went for his first swim today.  He seemed to like it while he was in the hot tub but he did not enjoy it when it was time to get out.  The other picture is from a few weeks ago when Spencer went in the pool for the first time.  He was not very excited and was looking exceedingly pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-5828774850725861048?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5828774850725861048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=5828774850725861048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/5828774850725861048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/5828774850725861048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-went-for-his-first-swim-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hslkl_D-I/AAAAAAAAABU/7q_y9eN-iVE/s72-c/CIMG1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-2630371463676705551</id><published>2008-03-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:48:26.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will&apos;s first Easter basket.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hn3Ul_D8I/AAAAAAAAABE/L7ia5NUe7bg/s1600-h/CIMG1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181505571408252866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hn3Ul_D8I/AAAAAAAAABE/L7ia5NUe7bg/s400/CIMG1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-2630371463676705551?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2630371463676705551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=2630371463676705551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/2630371463676705551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/2630371463676705551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hn3Ul_D8I/AAAAAAAAABE/L7ia5NUe7bg/s72-c/CIMG1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-1113131705173124941</id><published>2008-03-24T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:45:47.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hmfkl_D7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/sCiGcJUkIDA/s1600-h/CIMG1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504063874731954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hmfkl_D7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/sCiGcJUkIDA/s400/CIMG1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the back of Spencer's head.  Saturday night as we were getting ready for bed a very hyper Spencer was showing of some "cool moves" when he fell and put the back of his head into the coffee table.  There was lots of blood and screaming.  Luckily Joe Hamilton who is in our ward is a Physicians Assistant and lives just down the street from us.  He came right over and took a look at it and said we could take him in and they would staple it, but if it were his kid he would just leave it since it is in his hair and will not be seen unless he goes bald anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-1113131705173124941?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1113131705173124941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=1113131705173124941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/1113131705173124941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/1113131705173124941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-back-of-spencers-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hmfkl_D7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/sCiGcJUkIDA/s72-c/CIMG1027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-3179855725624066076</id><published>2008-03-24T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:40:08.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hl3kl_D6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9LCg6_NELic/s1600-h/CIMG1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181503376679964578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hl3kl_D6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9LCg6_NELic/s400/CIMG1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is everyone before church.  Props to Grandma for Aubrey's dress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-3179855725624066076?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3179855725624066076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=3179855725624066076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3179855725624066076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/3179855725624066076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-is-everyone-before-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-hl3kl_D6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9LCg6_NELic/s72-c/CIMG1020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-1542856509263462771</id><published>2008-03-21T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:43:33.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-Rx-Ul_D4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KegmBU1qdfI/s1600-h/CIMG0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390786876772226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-Rx-Ul_D4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KegmBU1qdfI/s400/CIMG0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Most people wouldn't consider 60 degrees to be an ideal water temperature for swimming but don't tell that to the Polar Bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-1542856509263462771?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1542856509263462771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=1542856509263462771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/1542856509263462771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/1542856509263462771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-people-wouldnt-consider-60-degrees.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-Rx-Ul_D4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KegmBU1qdfI/s72-c/CIMG0976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-4305321965322554083</id><published>2008-03-21T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:38:20.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-RwEUl_D3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zm74n7flK-w/s1600-h/101_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180388690932731762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-RwEUl_D3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zm74n7flK-w/s400/101_2412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spencer actually chose to read this book on his own.  It is one of his favorite books and we hope if he reads it enough maybe some of it will sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-4305321965322554083?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4305321965322554083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=4305321965322554083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/4305321965322554083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/4305321965322554083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/spencer-actually-chose-to-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-RwEUl_D3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zm74n7flK-w/s72-c/101_2412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-5208098577818104401</id><published>2008-03-21T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:31:30.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-RvOEl_D2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/inaOBsNTa18/s1600-h/101_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180387758924828514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-RvOEl_D2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/inaOBsNTa18/s400/101_2419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Easters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-5208098577818104401?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5208098577818104401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=5208098577818104401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/5208098577818104401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/5208098577818104401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easters.html' title=''/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-RvOEl_D2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/inaOBsNTa18/s72-c/101_2419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377338523255736223.post-8072112158548753209</id><published>2008-03-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:16:14.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS Navigation at it's best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-QgS0l_D1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oIGW65L6TN8/s1600-h/IMAGE_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180300979110612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-QgS0l_D1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oIGW65L6TN8/s400/IMAGE_056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Saturday some friends and I went four wheeling up in the mountains when we came upon this scene at about 6000 feet elevation in the middle of absolutely nowhere. This begs the question: How do brand new 2008 Pontiac Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prix&lt;/span&gt; sedans come to rest on the tops of mountains miles away from the nearest paved road? Perhaps a great flood deposited here a la the ark and Mount &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ararat&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it was a giant tornado, is that a foot sticking out from under the car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In reality this is a perfect example of why when querying your GPS navigation system for directions you may want to ask for the "best route" as opposed to the "shortest route". One of the guys I was riding with happens to work for the tow truck company that is supposed to recover this vehicle as soon as the weather permits and told us the story behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back in mid December a couple of guys who work for Chevron were visiting from out of the country and rented this car at Meadows Field in Bakersfield. On the weekend they decided to make a trip to our local ski area, Alta Sierra, and asked the cars navigation system for the shortest route to get there. Rather then send then on the well maintained, paved roads which are available to travel to Alta Sierra, the GPS calculated a shorter route which involved traveling through a warren of dirt trails which I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; it even knew about since I wouldn't really classify them as roads. Anyway these guys set off, following the instructions of the GPS, trusting that is somehow had more sense than they did. Most of us would have turned around when the pavement ended and the road became a rutted, rock-strewn trail. We certainly would have headed back when the dirt turned to mud and then snow, but not these guys. Maybe where they came from all the the roads are crappy and they didn't really see a problem. Anyway they eventually reached a point where they could no longer move forward or backward and ended up having to abandon the car and walk 12 miles back to a paved road for help. That night it snowed allot and it has snowed allot since making it impossible to retrieve the car for these past few months. Needless to say this has turned out to be a very expensive car rental and a reminder that technology doesn't always trump common sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377338523255736223-8072112158548753209?l=firstreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8072112158548753209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377338523255736223&amp;postID=8072112158548753209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8072112158548753209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377338523255736223/posts/default/8072112158548753209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstreed.blogspot.com/2008/03/gps-navigation-at-its-best.html' title='GPS Navigation at it&apos;s best!'/><author><name>Carl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09832592946592188065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3zByUv_ZXY/R-QgS0l_D1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oIGW65L6TN8/s72-c/IMAGE_056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
