<?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-414496880505534724</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:38:10.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert &amp; Gayle Davies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Gayle Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261636524195120740</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-7709926949076797732</id><published>2010-11-08T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:39:29.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VETERAN'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;I took this from Kira's blog. Had me in tears  but thought it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fitting &lt;/span&gt;for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Ways you can show support for our military members and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stand up when the National Anthem is being played or the Pledge of Allegiance is being said and put your hand over your heart. The National Anthem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t a time to cheer for your team. It’s a time to show respect for the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;’ USA.  Keep your eyes on the flag and your thoughts on the soldiers who died and those who continue to fight to protect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Teach your children about REAL heroes. They may not play a sport on TV and make millions a season, but when was the last time a home run killed a terrorist? Uh….never! Children need to know that heroes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t found in Hollywood or on the ball field. Think about it…freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you see a veteran…thank him.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t looking for your thanks, but they’ll sure appreciate it. Imagine putting your life on the line for your country and watching your buddies die for it and watching the world around you forget about it. Veteran’s don’t forget. Neither should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Display a flag in your yard. Investing in a big flag pole is not only patriotic…but it looks great, too! Convince your neighbors to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Send a card to a deployed soldier. It’s not hard to get an address. I think just about everyone knows somebody in the military. Soldiers love to know that the people back home are behind them 100%. You don’t have to be in favor of the war(s). Politics don’t play a role when it comes to standing behind our military men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Military wives look really strong on the outside but they hide their fear well. When you see a wife whose husband is deployed, ask how you can help. She’s scared and sad and worn out. The answer she will give you is “I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!” but help her out anyway. A note telling her how much you support her husband and appreciate her families sacrifice means more than you can possibly imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you see a service member at the airport…stand up and cheer for them.  There’s not nearly enough of that. Shake their hands. Tell them “thank you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When a unit nearby is deploying or coming home…go out and support them. Take your kids. Life is hectic and busy…I realize that. The soldiers will appreciate it, but I promise you that you will get a lot more out of it than you bargained for. It’s hard to get caught up in your own problems when you witness a soldier saying goodbye to his/her family….and nothing can lift your spirits more than seeing them reunited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Remember during this holiday season that there are thousands of deployed men and women who would give anything just to be with their family. Spend a little more time with yours. Do a service for someone. Let your children experience how much joy they can get from bringing happiness to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the cost of freedom is high but Americans have always paid it. Do your part. If you can’t serve, support those who can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYSON WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU, WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-7709926949076797732?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7709926949076797732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=7709926949076797732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7709926949076797732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7709926949076797732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/veterans-day-i-took-this-from-kiras.html' title=''/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-6134990429634876144</id><published>2010-09-20T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:02:29.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Trying to catch up !!!</title><content type='html'>May was pretty uneventful. Besides a million birthday's not much really happened. I am however glad when May rolls around because of course the last weekend being Memorial Day starts our camping for the summer.  I love the mountains and wish I could just pull my trailer up their and stay the whole summer. Robert and I did get roped onto the committee for Fiesta Days.  I will get even with Richard somehow someway. So stay tuned for details on that.&lt;br /&gt;May also brought us to our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scholarship&lt;/span&gt; given at Spanish Fork High School by "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; Angels". I love this group, it makes me fill so good when we make, donate , help and inspire other's to give and to appreciate life. If you don't know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; Angels and want to, fill free to give me a call for details.&lt;br /&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; for June was when the Primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chorister&lt;/span&gt; called and asked me to sub for her. I started laughing . Really I was laughing out loud. She asked me what was so funny. I told her that I can either sing or wave my arm. They DO NOT work at the same time. She said you will be fine, forget about the arm if you have to. I will drop my bag off to you in the next couple of days. That was that and I started practicing. If any of you have ever been in Primary you know just how honest the kids are. I knew that I was going to be in trouble come Sunday. Sunday rolled around and then my next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; came. I had to find some to wear. Not a problem you say.... well I knew that I was going to be getting a workout , you know trying to sing and move my arm at the same time. So I could not be over dressed. But then I had to make sure that I had something with at least 3/4 sleeves because I recently have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt; problem with... you guessed it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Relief&lt;/span&gt; Society arms. If they for some reason did not laugh at just the leading, they would laugh at the RS arms. By the time I was done I decided it was not really that bad, but I was glad it was over. I am not going to wish that I never have to do it again, because if I do you guessed it, it will be my next dang calling.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things looking forward to July and August.. Our hike up Front Mountain, 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July,Ty &amp;amp; family in town, family reunion and a few other's ... Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-6134990429634876144?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6134990429634876144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=6134990429634876144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/6134990429634876144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/6134990429634876144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-trying-to-catch-up.html' title='Still Trying to catch up !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-8049434034070804144</id><published>2010-08-11T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:50:57.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2.... April</title><content type='html'>April 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;. Where in the heck did 31 years go ?  I am pretty sure that there were people in both our families that did not think we would last 1 year, let alone 31. I am so blessed to have had Robert come into my life. You know I just thought that I loved him back then. We are more in love now and with each day,month, year that passes that love just grows deeper and stronger. I thought that I would tell you 31 things that I love about Robert. We will see how I do.&lt;br /&gt;1. He is so kind... to everyone     2. handsome     3. FORGIVING     4. funny     5. honest     6. Great Dad     7. Smart.. just ask Connie     8. handy- he can fix almost anything     9. tells me he loves me SEVERAL times a day.     10. Always on time... No always 15-30 minutes early     11. great listener     12. Awesome Papa     13. Loving Brother     14. great friend     15. helpful     16. peacemaker     17. loving     18. Did I say handsome ?     19. hard worker     20. thoughful     21. great example     22. says my cooking is great, even when it's not.     23. very supportive- my calling is his calling.     24. Does not complain when I want to see a chick flick.     25. loves to snuggle.     26. honors his priesthood     27. great cook- loves sweets     28. loves to dance-only knows the good old "bear hug"     29. respectful     30. Did I say handsome ?  31.  just all around "AWESOME"&lt;br /&gt;I could have kept going and going. Any of you who know Robert I am sure can  think of more great things about him, but we will stop as he will already be mad. He is always telling me to blog about something/anything but him.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Robert. Thank you for putting up with me all these years. I look forward to the next 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the month of April we went down to St. George with our "Bunco" group for our annual Spring weekend. We are so lucky to have these five couples as friends. They are all awesome. We had a great time as we always do. We play and eat and laugh and eat somemore and then laugh somemore. And I am looking forward to our Fall weekend in September.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Part 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-8049434034070804144?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8049434034070804144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8049434034070804144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8049434034070804144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8049434034070804144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/08/part-2-april.html' title='Part 2.... April'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-2625810077473415225</id><published>2010-08-04T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:59:47.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up.. Part 1 of 99</title><content type='html'>So Tyson returned home from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; after serving over there for a year. He was able to come home (Utah) with Lauren &amp;amp; Jordan over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; weekend. In Spanish Fork when our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Soldiers&lt;/span&gt; come home the city welcomes them into town with style. Of course this parade had to be kept a secret from Ty or he would have found some way to sneak into town. Anyway ahead of time I convinced him to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some kind&lt;/span&gt; of uniform on when he got here because I wanted to take pictures very first thing as we only had a couple of days with him and he always finds a way to get out of the picture thing. I also let him know that there was construction on the Benjamin exit so they would have to come to the Main Street entrance. He knew something was up right when they got off the freeway as the fire trucks, police cars etc were all lined up along the side of the road right as they hit town. Of course he was not very happy with me, but I knew that he would get over it. It was raining so I felt a little bad because I knew that he and Lauren were going to have to ride on that firetruck from the entrance of town up to our house. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlcOt_LMII/AAAAAAAAAaE/F09928z8NCQ/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501529827742265474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlcOt_LMII/AAAAAAAAAaE/F09928z8NCQ/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlcOHOxyfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PaV8Dhs2VAw/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501529817338726898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlcOHOxyfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PaV8Dhs2VAw/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As they turned the corner off of main street to head up center street the American Legion was lined up along the side of the road. Thanks to my friend Steve Wilson he lined this up and it was awesome as they saluted Tyson and he in return. As the parade was coming down main street of course all the cars stop, the people come out of the stores, everything just stops for a minute to honor the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soldier&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soldiers&lt;/span&gt; who have returned from serving and protecting our freedoms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; this happens I am the first one out to the street with tears in my eyes. I am so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbyb_xTcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kt83NazzlZU/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501529341876587970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbyb_xTcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kt83NazzlZU/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbx5-fUXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UowCDDY06O0/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501529332744409458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbx5-fUXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UowCDDY06O0/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scouts from the 22&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; ward came at 5:30 the morning Ty was to come home and lined both sides of our street with their flags, it was an awesome sight. It was a great homecoming for Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbxmspVuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VU2a5zXz5x8/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501529327569295074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbxmspVuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VU2a5zXz5x8/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said it was Easter weekend so we got together to color eggs and everyone had a great time. Not just the little kids .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbUtb5_5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0y6rc2lxblg/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528831161925522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbUtb5_5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0y6rc2lxblg/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbULA1qoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YSbNWf1T74s/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528821921589890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbULA1qoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YSbNWf1T74s/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbT-YOniI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gNWmGB7Q5QA/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528818530033186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbT-YOniI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gNWmGB7Q5QA/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the big kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbTWJxg5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/rkEDxmkedns/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528807731987346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlbTWJxg5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/rkEDxmkedns/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlalY3lxeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5rEOLUaDlCw/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528018187044322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlalY3lxeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5rEOLUaDlCw/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they are off. Along with the real eggs, I have several (like 100)plastic eggs with prizes in them. Of course after they collect all the eggs they are then divided out evenly between everyone. The kids open the eggs and get to see what goodies they have won .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlalMYFhcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OXgmwDmoyBM/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528014833681858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlalMYFhcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OXgmwDmoyBM/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlakrh1umI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7o6C2TLz7mc/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528006016219746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlakrh1umI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7o6C2TLz7mc/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlaH7i_QsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MXqw6IHKyHI/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501527512099799746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlaH7i_QsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MXqw6IHKyHI/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlaHTIm4wI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4RapyGg4ju4/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501527501251732226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlaHTIm4wI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4RapyGg4ju4/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few years ago I thought that it would be fun to have an "adult" hunt. I think that my kids have as much fun on Easter as they do Christmas. Now with the adults I tried to get them to even it out when it is all done and they said NO WAY , you get what you get period.  Each year as someone new comes into our family  the others try to help them out and get them prepared by telling them to be sure to wear a dress or high heals or tight pants something to really slow them down. This year Trent,Emily, Tiff &amp;amp; Adam all had the same idea and came in their game clothes. It was pretty funny but Tyson and Lauren were not to be had. They all got their share and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlaHGETk7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/56j-0t1WMQ8/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501527497744028594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlaHGETk7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/56j-0t1WMQ8/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlZlO9KWDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/N2UTHiuNHVA/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501526916014430258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlZlO9KWDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/N2UTHiuNHVA/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides household items there is money to be had, so if it looks like they would step on someone if they fell.... They would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlZkrO0I0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/RZ0Ee_DxWB0/s1600/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501526906424795970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlZkrO0I0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/RZ0Ee_DxWB0/s320/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A great time was had by all. I love my kids. I am so thankful for the great adults they have become.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-2625810077473415225?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2625810077473415225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=2625810077473415225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2625810077473415225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2625810077473415225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/08/catch-up-part-1-of-99.html' title='Catch Up.. Part 1 of 99'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/TFlcOt_LMII/AAAAAAAAAaE/F09928z8NCQ/s72-c/TYSON+HOME+FROM+AFGAN+03-10+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-4935589133087143204</id><published>2010-02-05T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:05:41.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2wiiAWZDLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bi33R5uqF4o/s1600-h/Garbe+Family+Reunion+2009+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434756817934159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2wiiAWZDLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bi33R5uqF4o/s320/Garbe+Family+Reunion+2009+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my Dad's 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. I hope that he has a great day.  I am telling you that the St. George sun is great for him because I don't think that he looks a day older than he did when they moved down there more than 10 years ago. He is so fun to be around everyone from Granny, his kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;, great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;, neighbors and friends love to be around him. He is so thoughtful and kind. One story about my Dad's kindness... He was working at a rest home and Christmas was just around the corner.  One day my Dad asked him what he wanted for Christmas, he to him that he wanted a pair of those awesome suspenders just like my Dad's. They were rainbow colors. Not brown,  not black, not grey but every bright color you can think of. Well my Dad went to work to find another pair, he could not so he took his , wrapped them up and made this man's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.  This is just one of the many many acts of kindness by him. Dad you are such a great example to me. I love you so much and I hope that you have a great day !&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/414496880505534724-4935589133087143204?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4935589133087143204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=4935589133087143204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4935589133087143204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4935589133087143204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2wiiAWZDLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bi33R5uqF4o/s72-c/Garbe+Family+Reunion+2009+332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-3269009353280710278</id><published>2010-01-27T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:57:48.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TYSON IS HOME !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBmDTMxzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4bbodi9tFrY/s1600-h/Tyson++%26+3+friends.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431413272585488178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBmDTMxzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4bbodi9tFrY/s320/Tyson++%26+3+friends.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I should say Tyson is in the United States. He finally arrived in Alaska on Sunday night. He was suppose to be there Thursday night but was delayed a few days. I am pretty sure that it was a very long weekend for Lauren and Jordan just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBmATOAXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QJT4d08Mm0o/s1600-h/Ty+homecoming+Alaska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431413271780262258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBmATOAXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QJT4d08Mm0o/s320/Ty+homecoming+Alaska.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can not even imagine the excitment when these men walked into the room where their loved ones were waiting for them. You know me... tears tears and more tears. I was at home crying just seeing the pictures that Lauren was sending over on her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBlqAMLvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4VtNjf7qNxc/s1600-h/Ty+homecoming+Alaska+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431413265794871026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBlqAMLvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4VtNjf7qNxc/s320/Ty+homecoming+Alaska+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I am pretty sure that it was a great site for the men to see their family. I can not even imagine having to leave my spouse and baby behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBUH-o9sI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4MmjAcFxluM/s1600-h/Tyson+profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431412964603786946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBUH-o9sI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4MmjAcFxluM/s320/Tyson+profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We as a family are so proud of you Tyson. Even though this has been one of the hardest things for me as a mother to watch and live through, I AM the proudest mother around. The sacrafice that is made for all of us is unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBT0II5nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oV4CU7a_Y-o/s1600-h/Tyson+Fort+Knox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431412959274919538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBT0II5nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oV4CU7a_Y-o/s320/Tyson+Fort+Knox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before Tyson joined the Army, I thought that I was a patriotic person. I love my country, the flag, my freedoms. But when you have a loved one that is serving our country it gives you a whole new perspective. My family will tell you that the tears flow pretty much all the time. It does not matter if it is the National Athem at a ball game, Hyums at Church or even the prayers at church when they are thankful for our servicemen. Yeah you name it, it makes me cry. BUT... that is what Mother's are suppose to do right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBT_SsZUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JBANr6Gkh_w/s1600-h/Tyson+%26+Jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431412962271978818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBT_SsZUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JBANr6Gkh_w/s320/Tyson+%26+Jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyson, we are all so proud of you. We all thank you for what you have done and what you are still doing. We are so thankful that you are back on US soil and we are so looking forward to March/April when we can see you in person again. I will be so happy for you when Lauren is done with school and your little family can be ALL together, even if it is in Alaska. But we do have our fingers crossed for a trainer job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Davies side of the family we currently have 4 men serving our country. My niece Shari's husband Ben is serving and just left his family for awhile. Our nephew Shaun just returned home, and another nephew Jason currently serving also.  Thank you , we love you , we pray for you and we are so so proud of each of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-3269009353280710278?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3269009353280710278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=3269009353280710278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3269009353280710278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3269009353280710278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/01/tyson-is-home.html' title='TYSON IS HOME !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/S2BBmDTMxzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4bbodi9tFrY/s72-c/Tyson++%26+3+friends.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-5483838804475054995</id><published>2010-01-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:53:39.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I only had a brain !!!</title><content type='html'>So I get this email today asking if there was anything that I forgot about when I was updating the blog yesterday. Then I was reminded.... HELLO&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany was married in October to Adam Jackson. Who if you did not know is wonderful to her and her kids. They went to High School together and knew each other and now find out the they both secretly liked each other. They just had to wait 10 years to connect.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it when I hear Harley and Oakley call him Dad. We are so happy to have Adam as part of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-5483838804475054995?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5483838804475054995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=5483838804475054995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5483838804475054995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5483838804475054995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-only-had-brain.html' title='If I only had a brain !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-7292739726809981915</id><published>2010-01-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:00:42.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes... we are still alive</title><content type='html'>So Lauren told me that she was not going to update her blog until I did. I have been such a slacker. So I am going to try and be better and not let 4-5 months go by again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in September we had our Ward Youth Conference. We took the kids to one of our members house in Alpine, you know you have to get them away from home or they want to come and go. Anyway we READ the Book of Mormon in 2 days. I told the kids that we would read, listen to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt; and have the Bishopric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;summarize&lt;/span&gt; for us. They did not like that at all. They said if we are going to say that we read it in 2 days ...  then we are going to read it. It was an awesome spiritual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; and everyone who was there will never forget it. I know that Robert and I will not.&lt;br /&gt;In October Robert turned the big "50" I know you can not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it. But he did. Also October was a sad/bad month for me. I had about 3000 pictures on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;external&lt;/span&gt; hard drive and they were all lost. I cried like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;In November Thanksgiving was great. This was the year for my whole family to get together, we had everyone there but Tyson, Lauren &amp;amp; Jordan and a niece &amp;amp; her husband so we had a great time. I also after almost 5 years as young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; president was release. I love my "girls" I know that it was time for someone else to have the opportunity but I sure do miss them. That same day I was put in as a Den Leader for the 8 &amp;amp; 9 year old scouts. I have not done this since Trent was 8. And let me tell you these boys are sure different than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt;. After the first week I told Robert that I was not sure I could do it, they wore me out. But finally this last week I came home and said I guess that I can do this. NOT for 5 years but I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;December... This was our off year. So it was really quite boring. Tiff and Adam called and said that they had the kids for a couple of hours on Christmas morning and did we want to come and watch them open their presents. It is probably a good thing because other wise I am not sure that we would have gotten out of our PJ's for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I can not remember that last time that I was excited for the new year to come. I have been so excited to January to come because that meant Tyson would be on his way home to American soil. We will still not see him until about Easter , but I can talk to him and hear his voice every single day. But now we are looking forward to April. And last but not least don't let anyone tell you that you are never to old to take piano lessons.  They are getting harder, what is up with that ? I swear the only reason my teacher keeps coming is to have her weekly laugh.  We will see how long I can hold out. I keep thinking all the times I told my kids that when you start something you will finish it.  Me and my big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;So there you go , the short version of the last few months, sorry no pictures. I hope that everyone has a wonderful 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-7292739726809981915?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7292739726809981915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=7292739726809981915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7292739726809981915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7292739726809981915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-we-are-still-alive.html' title='Yes... we are still alive'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-3372132661056578902</id><published>2009-08-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:52:28.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a tease !</title><content type='html'>So this summer has been so busy. I am really going to try and keep up on my blog. For now I have put just a couple of pictures from July's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activies&lt;/span&gt;. This next week I will blog in detail about each of our summer activities.&lt;br /&gt;Tyson was able to come home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; for a short visit. While he was here of course to the dismay of my family we did take a new family picture. I had to promise that there would not be any kind of color theme , or that we would not have to go to some "special" place. So here we are in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZnopJMibI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yfU-jnXgra0/s1600-h/family+pic+015+grunge+rock+vignette+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365589953995377074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZnopJMibI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yfU-jnXgra0/s320/family+pic+015+grunge+rock+vignette+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No matter who's pictures I am doing after we get done we have to have a fun picture. I should start doing this picture first to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loosen&lt;/span&gt; everyone up. P.S. Emily. I said pull a face... not cover up your face. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZnh0NiRsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uJp5lBZNBLU/s1600-h/family+pic+017+boring+selenium+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365589836707284674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZnh0NiRsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uJp5lBZNBLU/s320/family+pic+017+boring+selenium+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reason Tyson was able to come home was because he and his beautiful wife had their first baby on July 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Meet Jordan Scott Davies. 8lbs 9oz 21 inches long and a week past his due date. First I was sure that he was going to come on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July in honor of his Dad serving our Country. But then I was sure that he was holding out until his Dad got here. But because of some travel problems he came the day before his Dad got here. But he is here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; and beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZnD9ExDtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gkNtXlHYRZo/s1600-h/Jordan+105+super+fun+happy+vignette+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365589323690348242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZnD9ExDtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gkNtXlHYRZo/s320/Jordan+105+super+fun+happy+vignette+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZm90PDGRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6m8NEi6Gyo4/s1600-h/JORDAN+029+awesome+b%26w+vignette+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365589218238339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZm90PDGRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6m8NEi6Gyo4/s320/JORDAN+029+awesome+b%26w+vignette+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZm0G4yLRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BsQZdPbkJ7A/s1600-h/Jordan+074+rusty+cage+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365589051446537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZm0G4yLRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BsQZdPbkJ7A/s320/Jordan+074+rusty+cage+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZmppU_EgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9yHJ6NJlQ30/s1600-h/Jordan+011+rusty+cage+vignette+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365588871713067522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZmppU_EgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9yHJ6NJlQ30/s320/Jordan+011+rusty+cage+vignette+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all took a day off work and went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; Lake while Tyson and Lauren were here. We had so much fun. Why is it that we have this lake 30 minutes away and we never go there. Everyone had a great time. The kids were not sure at first about going out into the "deep" water, but once the guys stopped teasing them, they had a ball.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure that Erika wanted this duck and see who the biggest tease is.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZmFewh4xI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IaHdjPWquiM/s1600-h/robert+with+ducky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365588250400514834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZmFewh4xI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IaHdjPWquiM/s320/robert+with+ducky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZl40eCy8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jjwDZxjUUO4/s1600-h/trent+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365588032890260418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZl40eCy8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jjwDZxjUUO4/s320/trent+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZloZJbbJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GqMrMGGmuD8/s1600-h/tiff,+oak+%26+erika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365587750678129810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZloZJbbJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GqMrMGGmuD8/s320/tiff,+oak+%26+erika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZlVr-lPKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/B-q_yqnvmmc/s1600-h/harley+%26+tyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365587429315394722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZlVr-lPKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/B-q_yqnvmmc/s320/harley+%26+tyson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just this last weekend we had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Garbe&lt;/span&gt; Reunion... We went up to Chris and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Debbie's&lt;/span&gt; property in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Avintaquin&lt;/span&gt; Canyon. It is beautiful there.  Everyone had a great time. I got up Saturday morning with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt; from ----. I was so bugged because I missed out on most of the day. But I still have some great pictures.. More to come. Kevin was the only sibling that was not there. We missed him. Trent and Emily had a family reunion in CA . So Tiffany, Adam &amp;amp; kids were the only family I had there. Looking forward to next year as Tyson will be home and we will be changing the weekend so that Trent and Emily are not in CA for the Smith reunion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the Hales family who was in charge this year. You are all awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZjk2zIS6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/An6p6w4QjvM/s1600-h/Garbe+Family+Reunion+2009+493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365585490894932898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZjk2zIS6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/An6p6w4QjvM/s320/Garbe+Family+Reunion+2009+493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZjkZn-WVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BcT5QfQdpDM/s1600-h/Garbe+Family+Reunion+2009+494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365585483063515474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZjkZn-WVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BcT5QfQdpDM/s320/Garbe+Family+Reunion+2009+494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Be sure to watch this week for more , more and some more pictures from the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/414496880505534724-3372132661056578902?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3372132661056578902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=3372132661056578902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3372132661056578902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3372132661056578902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-tease.html' title='Just a tease !'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SnZnopJMibI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yfU-jnXgra0/s72-c/family+pic+015+grunge+rock+vignette+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-6482407718142179006</id><published>2009-06-25T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:42:00.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost July !!!</title><content type='html'>So we made it through May. Of course everything went just fine. June has been just about as crazy. The first weekend our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt;" group went camping. We have six couples who have gotten together once a month for dinner for over 10 years. I love these people, they are our best friends. We have camped together, vacationed together, pulled off weddings together, we have been through sad times and happy times together. I just don't tell them enough how much I love and appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend Robert and I went from Thursday to Saturday with the Young Women of our ward for our Certification Camp. We have done this now for a couple of years. We get ALL of our Certification done so that while we are at Stake Camp we can have fun. And we do.&lt;br /&gt;Robert had the ward Father's and Son's the 3rd weekend. Trent, Oakley were able to go with him and I think they had a good time. They did miss Tyson though.&lt;br /&gt;July is really just around the corner now and I am looking so forward to it. There is of course lots of camping. Trent and Emily are blessing Lexi . Girls Camp. Tyson and Lauren's baby Jordan birth-day, and Tyson coming home for a week or so some time in July. Not sure of the dates yet, but when I know I will let everyone know so we can get together. You know I am always looking for a reason for a party.&lt;br /&gt;I have sewing like crazy to do....  So many projects, so much material, where is my sewing room ? Some friends are getting together to sew every Thursday evening. I am going to try and fit it in my schedule. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures I will get them off my camera and share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-6482407718142179006?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6482407718142179006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=6482407718142179006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/6482407718142179006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/6482407718142179006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-almost-july.html' title='It&apos;s Almost July !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-2622109585785211813</id><published>2009-05-06T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:18:28.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it July yet ?</title><content type='html'>OK , so I have been a big time slacker for the last several weeks. So here is a quite update. Back in April we had told Harley that we would go camping during spring break. She loves to camp as much as we do. In fact she gets a little ticked if we go on the weekend that she is at her Dad's. We have learned that we can not tell her. Anyway we are planning on going Wednesday the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; after work. When we get up the weather is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; and it just gets worse as the day goes on. We decide that we probably are not going to go, and then the alligator tears start, you promised. So you guessed it we hooked up the trailer and headed up to Diamond Fork. Thursday morning I had to go to work, we get up at 7:00 and Robert had to shovel, yes shovel 7-8 inches of snow just so I could get to the car. Thursday was a pretty good day and by noon the snow was gone. So they had a great day while I was gone. Besides the snow that morning it was a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Emily &amp;amp; the girls spent pretty much the month of April in CA. so we delayed our Easter celebration until they got home.  A couple of years ago I decided that along with the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; egg hunt I was going to have one for the adults. Well let me tell you I think my kids now like Easter as much as Christmas. I can not even show you pictures because they never work out. I am laughing so hard they are just blurry. They are all pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt;. I always want to even out the eggs in the end so every gets the same amount and they say NO way, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit. And when there is money involved you better watch out they may just leave shoe marks on your back.&lt;br /&gt;Now to May.. We have a dance competition, dance recital, bridal shower that I am in charge of on the same day as my Young Women make 125 mother's day corsages. A wedding, a missionary homecoming, a baby shower that again I am in charge of.  And to top it off  so far about 6 graduation pictures and announcements to do.&lt;br /&gt;This is all besides mine and Roberts regular busy schedule. During the week we pretty much say Hi and Bye as we pass each other in the doorway.  Oh how I miss the days when my kids were little and I could just play with them. I guess this is what keeps us young. Or is going to kill us.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets not even start with June.  Annual couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; trip to St. George, 2 night Young Women's Certification Camp, Father and Son's (yeah, I will have a night off ) and our Ward youth conference for two days.&lt;br /&gt;But really I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that I am able to do what I can. I am so thankful for good health, a great husband and the church and our callings that keep us going. I am thankful for good kids who are always there to help when they can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-2622109585785211813?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2622109585785211813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=2622109585785211813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2622109585785211813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2622109585785211813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-july-yet.html' title='Is it July yet ?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-8719311192042271572</id><published>2009-04-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:01:29.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th</title><content type='html'>Robert and I were married 30 years ago today. I am pretty sure that there were a bunch of people that wondered or hoped that this marriage would work or last. But I knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. On April 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 1979 I just thought that I loved Robert. I love him more each day that I spend with him. Here we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;respectfully&lt;/span&gt; almost 18 and 19 years years old. (Love those side burns) oh were they hot back then. One year later on April 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 1980 we were able to take our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; Trent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Manti&lt;/span&gt; Temple and be sealed for time and all eternity. What a wonderful day in our lives. Thanks to our family who stuck by us and did not give up on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445075451365986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SeCtF1-UymI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dSClO6mfulA/s320/30th+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture was taken last year. I must say that we have age &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marvelously&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  For real I can not believe that it has been 30 years. Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SeCtGC0IDdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/raEcdW8Epig/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445078898249170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SeCtGC0IDdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/raEcdW8Epig/s320/Mom+%26+Dad+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 30 years later, here is our little family. Since this picture in October Trent and Emily have had little Lexi and Tyson and Lauren are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to add another "little man" in July. This picture was taken just before Tyson left for Fort Richardson in Alaska. And I choose this picture so that you would know the TRUE Davies clan. This is us, crazy, fun and always trying to have a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445902776734418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SeCt2AAEEtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pcXZcgFywd8/s320/family+pic+october+2008+069+super+fun+happy+lights+on+ez-bur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I want ALL our family thanks for your support all the time. Thanks for loving us. We love all of you. And I want all my kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; to know that We love you. I just don't know what I would do without you. YOU guys really are our life. And last but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; Robert. I am looking forward to the next 30. I love you... MORE. &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/414496880505534724-8719311192042271572?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8719311192042271572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8719311192042271572' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8719311192042271572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8719311192042271572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-30th.html' title='Happy 30th'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SeCtF1-UymI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dSClO6mfulA/s72-c/30th+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-5689571060457896729</id><published>2009-04-06T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:48:27.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud</title><content type='html'>Tyson finally sent some pictures of him. I have not been able to talk to him and get the details about the pictures, but it was just so awesome to see him. I hope that he knows how proud we are of him.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/Sdrbvg6pXmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qRnDviQHjRk/s1600-h/tyson+afghanistan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321807519027912290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/Sdrbvg6pXmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qRnDviQHjRk/s320/tyson+afghanistan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/Sdrbvs7ueWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IFygEf6b0hY/s1600-h/tyson+afghanistan2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321807522253666658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/Sdrbvs7ueWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IFygEf6b0hY/s320/tyson+afghanistan2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SdrbvaYcybI/AAAAAAAAAU4/y1VPBcCpvmw/s1600-h/tyson+afghanistan3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321807517273868722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SdrbvaYcybI/AAAAAAAAAU4/y1VPBcCpvmw/s320/tyson+afghanistan3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did say that this was the tower that he is in during his watch.  Hopefully there will be many more pictures to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As excited as I was to see these pictures, I look at them and it is like it is not real. These are the pictures that I look at of someone else's son. But this time it is not, it IS my son. (love you Ty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I told you how excited I am for July ? Tyson and Lauren will be having their "little man" and some time in July Ty will be able to come back to the states for a couple of weeks. Can not wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you, we miss you, can not wait to see you and we are so proud of you. We are so proud of what you are doing and what you are doing for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-5689571060457896729?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5689571060457896729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=5689571060457896729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5689571060457896729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5689571060457896729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/Sdrbvg6pXmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qRnDviQHjRk/s72-c/tyson+afghanistan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-2009960224744349756</id><published>2009-03-27T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:55:15.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Sun</title><content type='html'>I hate winter. I hate being cold. Did I say I hate winter ? I am hoping that spring is around the corner. Anyway just a quick update. (Jill). A week or so ago we went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jumpin&lt;/span&gt; Jacks for FHE. It was a blast. The kids both little and big had a great time. If you have not been there you need to try it. &lt;br /&gt;Last week was our Stake Conference. We had Jeffery Holland visiting. It was awesome. I will have to dedicate some time just to tell you more about that later. General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; is in a week, can not wait... St. George here we come.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy, work is just work and then on top of it my license is renewing so I had to take one whole day and sit through classes from 8 to 8. I would rather be to work. Now I have some online tests to take and thankfully I will done for a couple more years.&lt;br /&gt;My kids have been telling me I am out of it because I did not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; account. I told them that I can just barley keep up with the blogging thing. But Tiffany has now set up an account for me. Not really sure how to work it or what to do with it so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;Tyson is safe and doing good. He thinks his job is boring but boring is good for me. I am hoping that boring is safe. I am so proud of him and what he is doing. But I can not wait until his year is done.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for a great husband. He is so loving, kind and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; with me. Right now with work and church we mostly just pass coming or going. But I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for his love of the gospel, his kindness for others and reminding me of the things that are important and not to worry so much about the things that are not so important.&lt;br /&gt;He is the best thing that every happened to me.  30 years ago I thought that I loved him. But I love him more today than ever. He is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that everyone has a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-2009960224744349756?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2009960224744349756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=2009960224744349756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2009960224744349756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2009960224744349756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-sun.html' title='Where&apos;s the Sun'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-7104680741041531508</id><published>2009-03-07T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:22:12.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>We took picture's of Trent and Emily's family on Sunday. Because of basketball games every night this week I am just getting to these picture's this morning. Here are some of my favorites..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLG9pJVG6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/xjF4iKbG4IQ/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+059+boring+b%26w+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310525672942541730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLG9pJVG6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/xjF4iKbG4IQ/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+059+boring+b%26w+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLG9aKK5zI/AAAAAAAAAUo/I30MSgMbt8c/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+049+boring+sepia+vignetteez+burn+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310525668919535410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLG9aKK5zI/AAAAAAAAAUo/I30MSgMbt8c/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+049+boring+sepia+vignetteez+burn+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLG9AoajsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/m3dzULKP0Eg/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+013+rusty+cage+vignette+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310525662067068610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLG9AoajsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/m3dzULKP0Eg/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+013+rusty+cage+vignette+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFPRKCrMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_dt4Osbvu18/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+097+super+fun+happy+vignette+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310523776717466818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFPRKCrMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_dt4Osbvu18/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+097+super+fun+happy+vignette+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFO5Y1zjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nna4TyAlslE/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+086+rusty+cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310523770337087026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFO5Y1zjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nna4TyAlslE/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+086+rusty+cage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFOYnMHdI/AAAAAAAAATw/wmK95jjxHzI/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+064+boring+b%26w+vignette+ez+burn+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310523761538899410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFOYnMHdI/AAAAAAAAATw/wmK95jjxHzI/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+064+boring+b%26w+vignette+ez+burn+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFBUVGUrI/AAAAAAAAATo/QbSgzsAq9Z4/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+059+boring+b%26w+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310523537050981042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFBUVGUrI/AAAAAAAAATo/QbSgzsAq9Z4/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+059+boring+b%26w+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFA8GXSHI/AAAAAAAAATg/JO2X1oT6VDM/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+049+boring+sepia+vignetteez+burn+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310523530546727026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFA8GXSHI/AAAAAAAAATg/JO2X1oT6VDM/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+049+boring+sepia+vignetteez+burn+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFARzlv-I/AAAAAAAAATY/CiNgBHyFpLs/s1600-h/Alexis+03-01-09+013+rusty+cage+vignette+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310523519193694178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLFARzlv-I/AAAAAAAAATY/CiNgBHyFpLs/s320/Alexis+03-01-09+013+rusty+cage+vignette+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I know lots of pictures, but I can never decide on just one of two. I did decide that little Lexi has a page out of her sister's book... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we got the camera out and ready she did not want to participate.  But we have learned that you just take them and be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for pictures and up date of Brandon and Provo High School... We are just getting ready to leave for Salt Lake to watch them try to win the championship in 4A for the 3rd year in a row. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Talked to Tyson on IM this morning it was short but he said that he was doing good. He  loves everyone and misses everyone. I am hoping to get to talk to him again this weekend. Thanks for everyones love, support and prayers on his behalf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/414496880505534724-7104680741041531508?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7104680741041531508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=7104680741041531508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7104680741041531508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7104680741041531508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SbLG9pJVG6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/xjF4iKbG4IQ/s72-c/Alexis+03-01-09+059+boring+b%26w+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-8075683838073149303</id><published>2009-02-21T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:00:36.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here !!!</title><content type='html'>Alexis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; Davies 8lbs 13 oz 20 1/2 inches long. Born at 3:21&lt;br /&gt;They started Emily at about 8:00 this morning and when I talked with Trent at about 1:00 she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to a 4. Then he called at about 2:30 or so and she was a 6. Then he called at about 3:10 and she was at a 10 and it would be about 15 minutes. Before we even got the the center street exit he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texts&lt;/span&gt; and said She's here.  So once she got to a 4-6 everything went pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt; asked if her new baby sister was coming with a tinker bell outfit ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC753CJxAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fyEgU-xKK6E/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446963742360578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC753CJxAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fyEgU-xKK6E/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks just like Erika did when she was born. Maybe more hair, and we can see the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC75mujohI/AAAAAAAAATI/lLxdOUUCrYc/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446959365202450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC75mujohI/AAAAAAAAATI/lLxdOUUCrYc/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took her a minute to warm up and even want to get close to her, but it did not take long for her to decide that she was OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7fxYjERI/AAAAAAAAATA/4Xurpsv8XVw/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446515549081874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7fxYjERI/AAAAAAAAATA/4Xurpsv8XVw/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However as usual Erika did not want her picture taken. Trent's 3 girls... Aren't they all beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7f1MWP3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/GOOdn_nER6k/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446516571651954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7f1MWP3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/GOOdn_nER6k/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7CSPgv7I/AAAAAAAAASw/FrsHLufgBMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446008973475762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7CSPgv7I/AAAAAAAAASw/FrsHLufgBMQ/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those soft chubby cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7COWQPEI/AAAAAAAAASo/yuNLZAVPalM/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446007928011842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7COWQPEI/AAAAAAAAASo/yuNLZAVPalM/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7CInVAJI/AAAAAAAAASg/XYsnKgu4E6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446006389014674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC7CInVAJI/AAAAAAAAASg/XYsnKgu4E6Q/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is not sure she wants to call her Lexi... she says she is just my baby sister.  Today was kind of crazy, so watch the next couple of days for some better pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-8075683838073149303?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8075683838073149303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8075683838073149303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8075683838073149303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8075683838073149303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SaC753CJxAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fyEgU-xKK6E/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-8037341179072859993</id><published>2009-02-18T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:05:32.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6:30 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZznlEg0MGI/AAAAAAAAASE/VfvvVpsoWS0/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304369085188157538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZznlEg0MGI/AAAAAAAAASE/VfvvVpsoWS0/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Tyson leaves in the morning at 6:30am. This is so like a dream to me. I keep thinking this is not real and he is not really leaving. But he called tonight to say goodbye, and yes he is really leaving. I really am so proud of him, but I think that this is the hardest thing that I have ever had to face. I did find out today that he will not be taking his phone with him. But he will still have his laptop so at least we can email daily and blog. I do have his physical address and his military email and personal email, but we did not think that it was a good idea to put them on the blog, so if you want them, give me a call and I will give them to you. He would love to hear from everyone. I am kind of in a not so happy mood so I am going to cut this short. However to end on a brighter note. Tyson and Lauren did find out what their baby is today. I will not tell right now, so watch Lauren's blog for details.&lt;br /&gt;Tyson we love you so much, we are so proud of you. Please be careful and don't be afraid to talk to your Heavenly Father. I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZznkyB-stI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KQdir8w1zNk/s1600-h/last+kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304369080226984658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZznkyB-stI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KQdir8w1zNk/s320/last+kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-8037341179072859993?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8037341179072859993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8037341179072859993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8037341179072859993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8037341179072859993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/630-am.html' title='6:30 a.m.'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZznlEg0MGI/AAAAAAAAASE/VfvvVpsoWS0/s72-c/DSC_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-7443370780200435631</id><published>2009-02-18T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:35:44.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry !!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, Please don't look to close at this last post. I sent it through without spell checking and I am pretty sure it is bad. Because I am the world's worst speller. So sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-7443370780200435631?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7443370780200435631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=7443370780200435631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7443370780200435631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7443370780200435631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-5016478198596018293</id><published>2009-02-18T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:33:41.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is really Tuesday's post !!</title><content type='html'>As for #7 on yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;1986 was a fun year for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garbe&lt;/span&gt; family. There are 5 siblings in my family and 4 of the 5 women were due to have babies between January and April. Robert and I were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; excited because it had been 5 years since we had a baby. My brother's son Chad was born January 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gerald's&lt;/span&gt; Daughter Whitney was born February 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I was due March 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. but that day came and went. My sister Melinda had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chantel&lt;/span&gt; on April 1st. Back in that day they did not do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ultrasound's&lt;/span&gt; like they do now. They really only done them if there was a problem. Anyway when I was 2 weeks past my due date the doctor sent me for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ultrasound&lt;/span&gt;. They told us that we had just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;miscaluated&lt;/span&gt;, by a month. I thought oh well , I am already two weeks past the first due date , so with only two weeks to go I could have him any time. I was good. Well the second due date came and went and by this time I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;barley&lt;/span&gt; walk. On my doctor visit about the second Tuesday of May I told the doctor, I am going to the hospital on Thursday to have this baby, you can either come or not. He did set up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;enducing&lt;/span&gt; for that day. That day was so long, I just did not progress very well. I kept telling them that something was wrong, but we all know when you are having a baby they know it all, they know how you fill, they know that you are gong to be alright. I really wanted to hurt someone. Finally the next morning the doctor said lets just break her water and see if that will help. It did help and away to the delivery room we went. When Tyson was finally born he was rapped in the longest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ambilicord&lt;/span&gt; cord that you have ever seen. He was rapped like a mummy from his neck with his arms to his sides down to his knees. The doctor said.. Oh this was probably the problem, because of being rapped up like that he could not drop and do what he is suppose to do. And heck it is good that this was so long or during the birth he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would not have made it. I was so mad, remember me the stupid mother telling them that something was wrong. But what do I know. Anyway Tyson was born weighing 9 lbs 5 oz. and 21 inches long.  He ended up being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;caboose&lt;/span&gt; in our little family and he is a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;caboose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the horror story for all those women who are currently pregnant and wanting a baby today, yesterday or last week.&lt;br /&gt;Tyson, we love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-5016478198596018293?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5016478198596018293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=5016478198596018293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5016478198596018293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5016478198596018293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-really-tuesdays-post.html' title='This is really Tuesday&apos;s post !!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-2008778081051774691</id><published>2009-02-16T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:44:23.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZosCfTOmtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vO8watIYBLg/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303599932455688914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZosCfTOmtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vO8watIYBLg/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some random things that you may or may not know about Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It  is very hard to get a serious picture with him there.&lt;br /&gt;2. When he was 3 he fell into a fire pit at the Ward Father &amp;amp; Son's.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rollerblade&lt;/span&gt; down the metal slide at the Park School.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tried to cut the training wheels off his bike. ( they were for babies)&lt;br /&gt;5. Taught his self to ride a bike by leaning the bike against the car and pushing him self off.&lt;br /&gt;6. Rode a 4 wheeler for several miles, leaning down to shift with his hand, because he had broken his leg. Know one  knew he was hurt until they all got the car.&lt;br /&gt;7. Was due in March and was not born until May 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.. ( see tomorrow's post)&lt;br /&gt;8. His best friend while growing up was the next door neighbor girl. And they are still best friends today.&lt;br /&gt;9. Went to High School in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cokeville&lt;/span&gt; WYO.&lt;br /&gt;10. He was one of 16 class mates his age. There were 6 boys and 3 of them were named Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;11. Was shot in the eye with a air soft gun at close range. LUCKY&lt;br /&gt;12. Weighed 9lbs 5oz at birth&lt;br /&gt;13. Was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to have him Mom drop him off at the Jr. High AND give her a kiss goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;14. While in High School his football team took State 3 years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;15. Loves to read&lt;br /&gt;16. Loves to tease&lt;br /&gt;17. Loves to sneak up on you and scare the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;18. He has worked for a brick mason, a framing contractor, at a gas station, a hotel, been a waiter &amp;amp; the Army.&lt;br /&gt;19. Shortest job... 8 hours graveyard shift at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maceys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He has long toes. His second toe is longer than my little finger.&lt;br /&gt;21. He can make a dog yapping sound and hit the car and it sounds just like he ran over a dog. (you have to be there)&lt;br /&gt;22. Can text so fast.. He should enter a contest.&lt;br /&gt;23. We did not know what we were going to name him. A couple of weeks before he was born a Tyson Chicken Chunk commercial came on.. I said that is it... Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;24. He would yell &amp;amp; scream at the common wall in our apartment so that Norma Larsen would here him. She thought that Trent was beating him up. Tyson would get warm cookies the next day and she would not give any to Trent.&lt;br /&gt;25. Not afraid to dress up.. RE: Halloween, to cheer on the girls basketball team etc.&lt;br /&gt;26. He LOVES his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; and nephews. And they love him.&lt;br /&gt;27. Prior to the Army I am pretty sure that he used more product on his hair than most girls.&lt;br /&gt;28. He was asked to join the cheer squad at Dixie College&lt;br /&gt;29. Not afraid to fart in a group of people, strangers or not.&lt;br /&gt;30. Has size 12 feet.&lt;br /&gt;31. On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Garbe&lt;/span&gt; side of the family, there are 4 cousins his same age. 2 boys and 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;32. LITTLE DIPPER&lt;br /&gt;33. He as his cousin Whitney when they about 4 dumped about 3 gallons of cooking oil on the kitchen floor while I was in the shower. When I came down stairs they were stripped down and sliding all over the place. It took days and days to get the oil cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;34. He eats fast and lots.&lt;br /&gt;35. And last but not least he had the lead male role in the High School play.. Annie get your Gun.&lt;br /&gt;He had to sing a solo. If I did not have it on tape, I would have never believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that I could come up with much more, but this will do for now.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Tyson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-2008778081051774691?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2008778081051774691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=2008778081051774691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2008778081051774691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2008778081051774691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know ?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZosCfTOmtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vO8watIYBLg/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-3344800192451367730</id><published>2009-02-15T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:18:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyson</title><content type='html'>Tyson has always been my child who at the drop of the hat he would decide that he was going to do something. A couple of years ago he came home and said that he was going to go to hair school. We thought what the heck. There was no talking him out of it. He had decided that he was going to do it. He had checked out the school's and knew that he was going to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; in Provo and when he was going to start. We thought that he was crazy. After he started of course everyone loved him and he was doing well. But then everywhere he goes and everything he does everyone seems to love him. Well the first time I went over there to have him do my hair I told him that I wanted it all cut off. I mean I wanted it short. I think the only reason he was nervous is because I was his mother. But he did an awesome job. When leaving there I thought, well maybe he has found his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niche&lt;/span&gt;. And he was going to go somewhere and make the big bucks. Now I am pretty sure that he will not be doing hair for a living. We have now realized the reason that he went to that school, at that time. He meet his wife... You know when he tells me that there is a reason for what he is doing, I really need to start listening to him.&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy to have Lauren as part of our family. Here are a couple of pictures of them back in November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303257086904610722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZj0OQGFr6I/AAAAAAAAARk/0dc4qTAha9U/s320/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303257097149469314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZj0O2Qp0oI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ms2DTmUixFA/s320/IMG_2688.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Stay tuned for tomorrows blog. I am thinking 50 things that you may not know about Tyson... And if it is only 30 you will know that he can't keep everything a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-3344800192451367730?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3344800192451367730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=3344800192451367730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3344800192451367730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3344800192451367730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tyson.html' title='Tyson'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZj0OQGFr6I/AAAAAAAAARk/0dc4qTAha9U/s72-c/IMG_2656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-7537998590839054615</id><published>2009-02-14T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:15:34.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soldier</title><content type='html'>Tyson leaves for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for 12 months. I decided that I am going to blog about him for the next five days before he leaves. I hope that he don't get mad at me but I am probably going to tell things about him that he might not want me to. Oh well, I know that he loves me and it will be OK. Tonight I just want to let him know how proud I am of him. Even though I wish he was right here is good old Spanish Fork with me. He does fill very strong about what he is doing and knows that he is where he is suppose to be. I am glad that he got his job in headquarters as he will have access to his laptop and his phone while he is away.&lt;br /&gt;These two pictures are of him while he was in boot camp in KY. This first one was is July when Lauren was able to go out and spend the weekend with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZewmzHiKvI/AAAAAAAAARc/wb2osmyHFMU/s1600-h/Picture_027_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302901266855373554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZewmzHiKvI/AAAAAAAAARc/wb2osmyHFMU/s320/Picture_027_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is when Robert, Lauren and I went out in September for his graduation on September 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He received some awesome awards and we knew after leaving KY that we was going to do great things with and for the Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZewm1OH_ZI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q0Igts0bBaM/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302901267419889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZewm1OH_ZI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q0Igts0bBaM/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyson and Lauren are expecting their first baby in July. So hopefully he will be able to come home (San Diego) for a couple of weeks in July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not the best blogger but stay tuned for the goods on Tyson for the next couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Ty.&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/414496880505534724-7537998590839054615?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7537998590839054615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=7537998590839054615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7537998590839054615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7537998590839054615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-soldier.html' title='My Soldier'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SZewmzHiKvI/AAAAAAAAARc/wb2osmyHFMU/s72-c/Picture_027_(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-4852365847942156794</id><published>2009-02-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:49:21.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back to warm weather ?</title><content type='html'>Robert and I left last Thursday to go and see Tyson and Lauren in Alaska before he is deployed on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month. First of all can I just say that I HATE to fly. I think all of the worst things when flying, I am always sure that I am not going to make it where I am going. And then to top it off I hate the rude people who always seem to be taking the same flight as us. Anyway despite all of that it was a great trip, we had a great time. It was great to be able to spend time with Tyson and Lauren and to be able to see beautiful Alaska. It was a bit cold for me but still beautiful. On Friday night we went to a hockey game with some of their friends from their ward. We went to their apartment to meet up with them. They then told us that we were going to walk it was not far. Well after the first couple of blocks I thought that my lungs were going to burst. But I just kept my head down so that the cold was not hitting me right in the face. We finally got there and the game was great. Then it was over and I knew that I now had to go back out there to back to the car. I told them on the way home that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; leaders and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; that drive across the street to the church. If it is snowing they call to see if we are going to cancel. I thought about them the whole time walking and was thinking what great big babies they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many great picture so you will have to just suffer through.  We were driving along the inlet towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Girdwood&lt;/span&gt;, this ice was along the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299552654475373026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvLD557qeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/41aLQN1Hhyo/s320/ice+on+side+of+road.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be driving along this inlet and it would look like small pieces of ice, then it would look like rocks. Then you would see a little water. It was awesome. The best part was when we were driving it look frozen solid and standing still. We pulled over to get a picture and we could not believe how fast it WAS moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299552658349478818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvLEIVl06I/AAAAAAAAAOw/eJ4jzhCUGpM/s320/inlet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299552664100152530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvLEdwqJNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EJLlr__eu-s/s320/inlet1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that this was a great picture of the sun really trying to peak out of the clouds. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299553874341470178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvMK6QrH-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x2hJ3DN03t0/s320/peaking+sun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Girdwood&lt;/span&gt; they have a ski resort. This was a fun little town with some beautiful mountains. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299552661347313682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvLETgVKBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OUAl8EDUmPM/s320/ski+resort.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These next two picture's I took from the car as we were leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Girdwood&lt;/span&gt;, again the sun just trying to peek out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299553867647415922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvMKhUr9nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MFLifpw0Yu4/s320/sun+in+trees+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299553866057901138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvMKbZt5FI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4R75RL4RnCc/s320/sun+in+trees.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Sunday we took a great ride out to Seward. This drive was through the mountains all the way. We really thought that we would see some great wildlife, but no such luck&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299553879543090658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvMLNo1jeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/c7z5dbgUr34/s320/canyon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;OK here is  a little wild life. Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; I can not ever get a picture of Tyson being serious. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558811216078898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvQqRjTaDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/j_3d8xOGyNo/s320/tyson+%26+lauren.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Seward there was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt; that we went through. There was a kids corner and you guessed it look who had to try out the boat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557853689359730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvPyifJLXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-ucLTBflZ1g/s320/boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While we were there it was feeding time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558215371581586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvQHl256JI/AAAAAAAAAQA/q2SAiI0Ow0U/s320/feeding+time+in+seward.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture was in the parking lot as we were leaving. The ocean was just so blue I had to get back out of the car and take this picture. You can not really tell but the wind was blowing like 90 miles per hour. I was shaking so bad I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; that the picture was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558492086944866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvQXss_RGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UmtK2Z0_XMA/s320/ocean+in+seward.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving back through the canyon we came around this corner and both Robert and I could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; the great sunset. These next 2 pictures are also out of the car as we are driving. By this time it was to cold to actually stop and take a picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557594920598850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvPjef3PUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TI--oaRw33Q/s320/sunset+in++car+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299557362505859362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvPV8r3wSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c1rfHwdeZh0/s320/sunset+in+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that we did not see any wild life. We thought we are in Alaska, what the heck. We pulled into town and had to stop at their apartment to get them some more clothes to take to the motel room when what do we see in the parking lot ?????&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299559048987613826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvQ4HUdGoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/51gV1QK0OsE/s320/Tyson+Apartment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;WILDLIFE.... 2 moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299559318353603458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvRHyyT64I/AAAAAAAAAQg/sghNziIiulE/s320/mousse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day there we drove out to the temple. It is a small temple but it was so beautiful covered in snow nestled in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvTHHSYfDI/AAAAAAAAARI/PJlB9w1OPtQ/s1600-h/temple+alaska+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299561505700215858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvTHHSYfDI/AAAAAAAAARI/PJlB9w1OPtQ/s320/temple+alaska+sign.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvS393SaaI/AAAAAAAAARA/n1TjeJDaNwo/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299561245472614818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvS393SaaI/AAAAAAAAARA/n1TjeJDaNwo/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvRVo0j9GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/O2_Bt8tehFc/s1600-h/temple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299559556196856930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvRVo0j9GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/O2_Bt8tehFc/s320/temple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so thankful that we were able to take this trip. Tyson and Lauren we love you so much, we are proud of you and what you are doing. I am thankful everyday Tyson for brave men like you who are able and willing to protect our freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvQ4HUdGoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/51gV1QK0OsE/s1600-h/Tyson+Apartment.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-4852365847942156794?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4852365847942156794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=4852365847942156794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4852365847942156794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4852365847942156794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-back-to-warm-weather.html' title='We are back to warm weather ?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SYvLD557qeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/41aLQN1Hhyo/s72-c/ice+on+side+of+road.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-3343100046820743609</id><published>2009-01-13T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:33:14.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Update RE: no pictures</title><content type='html'>Because I did not get a Christmas card sent out I thought that I would send out a New Year's update.&lt;br /&gt;First of all... We are leaving on January 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for the balmy weather in Alaska. Yeah right, I am going to have to get a coat, since I do not own one right now. I am pretty sure we will be packing the long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;underware&lt;/span&gt;. But we thought that we needed to go and visit Tyson and Lauren before he leaves in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;.   I am so excited to go and see them. I WILL suffer through the freezing cold weather. I will be taking a ton of pictures so watch for those. I wish that the tickets were not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; so that we could take the rest of the family. But I would have to put a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; on the house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited for February to roll around as Trent and Emily are going to be having our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt;. She is going to be Alexis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Camryn&lt;/span&gt; ... Lexie. Now Trent is still holding out that she comes out a Henry or Joe. But even when she is Lexie he will be a great Dad and just happy that she is healthy and here.&lt;br /&gt;Tyson and Lauren will be having baby # 5 in July. As of now we do not know if it is a he or a she.  So we will  be going to San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt; in July.. Now that is my kind of weather.&lt;br /&gt;We are keeping pretty busy with just everyday life. Between Robert's calling in the Bishopric and my calling in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt;, Trent's basketball on Monday's and Fireman's on Thursday , and Brandon's ballgames a couple times a week,(He is going to be an NBA star and we always want him to remember who his favorite aunt and uncle are) we do  try and get a "date" of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;some kind&lt;/span&gt;  in on Friday night or Saturday. But I would not have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;We are happy and trying to do the things that we should be doing and just keeping busy to keep us young. I am not sure how this is happening, but everyone is getting older but us. Help me out. The other day at work we were talking about the ages of our kids.. When I said that Trent was born in 1979 my boss said , how old are you ? I laughed out loud and reminded him that I was his same age.  He was pretty sure he was not as old as me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; 2009 will be wonderful. I do have some new years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt;, maybe my next post I will go into more detail on them.&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-3343100046820743609?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3343100046820743609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=3343100046820743609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3343100046820743609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3343100046820743609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-update-re-no-pictures.html' title='Boring Update RE: no pictures'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-1990001989251049248</id><published>2008-12-29T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:28:05.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Christmas and shooting guns</title><content type='html'>Tiffany had her kids for Christmas this year so Trent, Emily  &amp;amp; Erika slept over at our house on Christmas Eve. We had so much fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; morning. It was so fun to have little kids for Christmas again. They just make it so much fun. All 3 of them did have to get woke up. Emily was having a hard time sleeping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Erika got a kitchen &amp;amp; all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; that go with it that all of the kids loved playing with. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; banana's, tea, boiled onions.  And we were charged for our wonderful eats.  She is kind of getting in to barbies also. so she got a couple of those so that she and Harley can play and have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Harley got everything High School Musical. Sleeping bag, barbies, back pack, clothes. etc. she was in Heaven. It was so fun to hear her say.... this is just exactly what I wanted.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; she opened a present.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Oakley. As much as Harley loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt; he loves CARS. He did not even want to open the next present, he just wanted to play with the one that he had just opened. If we did not keep him going it would have taken him all day to open his presents.&lt;br /&gt;Trent and Emily spoiled each other. Just a couple of things... Trent got a tool box for his truck, clothes and more clothes... Emily got a great "hers" tool box I am sure so that she would leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trent's&lt;/span&gt; tools alone. she also got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;. They got more but those were their biggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went up Spanish Fork Canyon to shoot the guns. Here are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of pictures... This first one is Trent putting up some targets for us ... I wanted you to see how deep the snow was.. it is up past his knees. There was so much we had to just pull over on the side of the road. To much to really pull off on a side road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHI70nL5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/THORTya7bck/s1600-h/trent+deep+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333856518877074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHI70nL5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/THORTya7bck/s320/trent+deep+snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHIv8OfwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TKxVE6u5Osg/s1600-h/trent+deep+snow+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333853329587970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHIv8OfwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TKxVE6u5Osg/s320/trent+deep+snow+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert got a new pistol for his birthday so they were excited to shoot it. I thought that it was much harder to shoot than a rifle.. just because it is harder to hold still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHIXF-UXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iPaYswZkIKA/s1600-h/roberts+new+pistol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333846659584370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHIXF-UXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iPaYswZkIKA/s320/roberts+new+pistol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These next two are of Trent with both guns. He is a great shot.. we won't go into everything that was shot at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHHlgf7mI/AAAAAAAAAOE/rBkjM3LSapU/s1600-h/trent+rifle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333833349066338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHHlgf7mI/AAAAAAAAAOE/rBkjM3LSapU/s320/trent+rifle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGdc1ZJYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/94hrnJ8nt2A/s1600-h/trent+pistol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333109466277250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGdc1ZJYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/94hrnJ8nt2A/s320/trent+pistol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been the best female shooter in our family, but along came Emily. she was awesome with Trent's rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGc78SlLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gJANS6ZtQJE/s1600-h/emily+shooting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333100636837042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGc78SlLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gJANS6ZtQJE/s320/emily+shooting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGcl4GXNI/AAAAAAAAANs/4DkOo_GwFmI/s1600-h/new+annie+oakley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333094713679058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGcl4GXNI/AAAAAAAAANs/4DkOo_GwFmI/s320/new+annie+oakley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Erika told her dad that she did not want to shoot because it would scare her. But she did finally ask him to let her shoot. Here she is with Papa shooting the pistol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGcCVawnI/AAAAAAAAANk/IbiWOFs0Z6Y/s1600-h/erika+wanted+to+try+the+pistol+also.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285333085172974194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlGcCVawnI/AAAAAAAAANk/IbiWOFs0Z6Y/s320/erika+wanted+to+try+the+pistol+also.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here she is with her Dad.. Look at her eyes... she could see everyone doing that and looking through the scope. It was so funny watching her getting ready to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFqX4Vk5I/AAAAAAAAANc/lUwKTIaZtb4/s1600-h/check+her+out+trying+to+look+through+the+scope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285332231963120530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFqX4Vk5I/AAAAAAAAANc/lUwKTIaZtb4/s320/check+her+out+trying+to+look+through+the+scope.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was really fun, can we do it again Dad? Watch out Emily, if she keeps going and I am sure with her Dad and Papa she will... she will be kicking both of our butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFp2v9m9I/AAAAAAAAANU/I7CHKNUQXes/s1600-h/OK+that+was+fun..erika.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285332223069625298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFp2v9m9I/AAAAAAAAANU/I7CHKNUQXes/s320/OK+that+was+fun..erika.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Just before we were getting ready to leave I thought that I would quickly show you the beautiful Mountains that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surrounding&lt;/span&gt; us. This first picture was East of us and just across the road, so I had my regular lens on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFo6PQEQI/AAAAAAAAANM/_P17PJAMm0o/s1600-h/mt+east+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285332206826295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFo6PQEQI/AAAAAAAAANM/_P17PJAMm0o/s320/mt+east+of+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this was was to the left of us... Robert said that the peak just to the side of the pine trees is the back of Maple Mountain. I did put my middle lens on to get up to this one. Could not really tell you how far away it was but what I should have done is take one with the regular lens and then this one. Oh well I don't think of those things until after I get home. next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFohKj_PI/AAAAAAAAANE/xB7hbEpJFYg/s1600-h/mt+west+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285332200095743218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFohKj_PI/AAAAAAAAANE/xB7hbEpJFYg/s320/mt+west+of+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is heading south. This one just to get to the highway is several miles.  So this is just to show you how awesome my new lens is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFoC6OJaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_RLvxrzyoMA/s1600-h/loafer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285332191974139298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlFoC6OJaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_RLvxrzyoMA/s320/loafer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway I hope that everyone had a great Christmas. I hope that your New Year is wonderful. Robert and I have several resolutions that we are going to keep , if not surpass them. Hopefully my next post will let you know what some of them are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that this post was so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/414496880505534724-1990001989251049248?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1990001989251049248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=1990001989251049248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1990001989251049248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1990001989251049248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-christmas-and-shooting-guns.html' title='Late Christmas and shooting guns'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SVlHI70nL5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/THORTya7bck/s72-c/trent+deep+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-8271228346507364660</id><published>2008-12-10T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:36:07.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Provo, go spanish fork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCwSsMNmWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OJwCx4QYI48/s1600-h/brandon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412598424738146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCwSsMNmWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OJwCx4QYI48/s320/brandon+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; Provo plays Spanish Fork in Basketball. My awesome nephew plays for Provo. He is a senior this year and has signed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; for next year. Anyway my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; did not think that it was very nice of me to remind them to go to the game this Friday and look for my very good looking nephew. They asked me who I was going to cheer for.. I told them.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; fork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GO PROVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Again they were not very happy with me. But they know I still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCwSeIHeUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OmUkpjsuxGI/s1600-h/Brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412594649463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCwSeIHeUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OmUkpjsuxGI/s320/Brandon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have not been able to get very many good pictures of Brandon this year. I swear he knows that I am taking his picture and turns just in time for me to miss the really great picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv91t4qHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6DPdxaS2ZqM/s1600-h/back+of+shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412240204638322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv91t4qHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6DPdxaS2ZqM/s320/back+of+shirts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of weeks ago I went and had T-shirts made for the Davies faithful. Kids and all. I am telling you that we have a great cheering section. I am pretty sure there are people who want to have as much fun as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv9jT8CvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fldSzfzeQgQ/s1600-h/yw+by+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412235263970034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv9jT8CvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fldSzfzeQgQ/s320/yw+by+water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday we took our Young Women to Salt Lake for a Super Saturday.  We left Spanish Fork at 12:30 and went to the Festival of Tress. After we were done there we went into Salt Lake and went to  the Joseph Smith building and watched the move... Joseph Smith. I have seen it a couple of times but I am telling you it is very powerful. If you have not had the chance to see it, make time and do it. After the movie was over we ate at the cafe in the Joseph Smith building. This was a first for me and it was wonderful. They have the best sandwiches and soup. I highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it. After we were done eating we walked over to Temple Square to see the lights. There were so many people you could hardly move. Anyway it was beautiful . The girls had a great time. We then headed for home and got back into Spanish Fork at about 8:30. It was a long day but a great day. These are the times that you really get to know the young women and who they really are. I love them and I love my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv8yof4KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/twwj2ETB5_o/s1600-h/yw+funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412222196867234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv8yof4KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/twwj2ETB5_o/s320/yw+funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The young women are as bad as my family, I get my camera out and they think that the first thing that they are suppose to do is pull a face. They are wild and crazy. I guess that is why I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv8uANAyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HhhSl45wBS0/s1600-h/nativity+on+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412220954116898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv8uANAyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HhhSl45wBS0/s320/nativity+on+water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have this wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nativity&lt;/span&gt; on the pond. This picture is not the best but it really was beautiful. I don't know why but I also thought that the Angel Moroni was awesome. Again not the best picture but still beautiful. Even though we can be crazy, the girls still have such great testimonies. I learn from them every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv8iRKCyI/AAAAAAAAAME/tjoCh8Ak33w/s1600-h/angel+moroni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412217804000034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCv8iRKCyI/AAAAAAAAAME/tjoCh8Ak33w/s320/angel+moroni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-8271228346507364660?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8271228346507364660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8271228346507364660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8271228346507364660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8271228346507364660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-provo-go-spanish-fork.html' title='Go Provo, go spanish fork'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SUCwSsMNmWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OJwCx4QYI48/s72-c/brandon+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-6246722718905299030</id><published>2008-11-25T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:41:39.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Sunny St. George</title><content type='html'>This year is the year that my kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; siblings have Thanksgiving with someone besides me. So Robert and I usually go down to St. George to be with my parents on this off year. We look so forward to it. It is just so low key, sometimes we shop and most of the time we don't. We just get to play cards and enjoy each others company. We do have to be home for Sunday but it will still be a great time until Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone has a great Thanksgiving and that we are all so thankful for what we have. Our warm houses, car, clothes, freedom &amp;amp; each other.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is now just around the corner and I can not wait, because this IS the year that my kids (Tyson &amp;amp; Lauren) in our hearts, but the rest at my house. I love having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; ones running around and seeing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; on their faces. I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. I especially love it when I find something for someone that I think is so awesome and I hope that they think in awesome also. I almost can't keep a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;. I hope my kids will love it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; I will get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; this weekend for a post next week. Everyone Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-6246722718905299030?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6246722718905299030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=6246722718905299030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/6246722718905299030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/6246722718905299030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-so-sunny-st-george.html' title='Not so Sunny St. George'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-2192813734756221056</id><published>2008-11-11T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:55:15.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tiffany</title><content type='html'>Today is Tiffany's birthday.. I just want to wish her a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about her this morning as I was getting ready for work and laughed out loud about the night she was born. I had been to the hospital 2 times and they had sent me home. Robert and I had decided that we would go to a Primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;In service&lt;/span&gt; meeting, maybe that would take my mind off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;. About half way through the meeting I told Robert that I was going to go downstairs and go the bathroom. I told him if I was not back in 10 minutes to come down and check on me. Well everything was fine until I got the the stairs and I could not even lift my legs to get up the stairs. I did not worry because I knew that he would be coming down to check on me right ? NOT. After waiting for quite some time I had to crawl up the about 20 stairs. My loving husband had forgot about me. When he seen my face he knew that it was time for us to leave. And then we had to turn around and go back down those stupid stairs. When we got home he was ready to leave for the hospital for the third time, I told him that we were going to wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; bit because I was not going to be sent home again. He finally got me to leave the house about 10:45. We got to the hospital at 11:00 and Tiffany was born at 11:31 on 11-11-81. When Tiffany was younger she always thought that she was pretty special because they would have an assembly every year at school on her birthday. I am not sure how old she was when Trent told her that it was not for her and it was for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;veterans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky to have her as part of our family. We love you Tiff and again hope that you have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-2192813734756221056?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2192813734756221056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=2192813734756221056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2192813734756221056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2192813734756221056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-tiffany.html' title='Happy Birthday Tiffany'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-5602496391009067448</id><published>2008-11-07T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:53:09.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful</title><content type='html'>Tiffany and Emily both had this on their blog and I thought you know we all so much to be thankful for. So I thought that I would give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- America. I am so grateful for the country that I live in and the freedoms I have.&lt;br /&gt;B-My boys. They take such good care of me. There Dad has taught them to be so respectful to me and all ladies.&lt;br /&gt;C- Hello... my camera. I love it. I keep telling Robert that "one of these days" it really is going to make me some $$$. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HaHa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Dog. I am probably the only one but I love my dog Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;E- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Electricity&lt;/span&gt;. I would have never been able to be a pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;F-Family&amp;amp; Friends. I have a great family. From my own kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; to siblings and parents. I just so you know I have the best friends in the world. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;G-  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grandkids&lt;/span&gt;...  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; are my life. I did not think I could love children as much as my own kids. But I do.&lt;br /&gt;H-Happiness. My life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;J-Job. I have a great job, coworker and boss. I pretty much come and go as I want and do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;K-Kisses. Robert told me this week that Oprah said that your kisses should last at least 10 seconds. Try it...&lt;br /&gt;L-Love. It makes my day when one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; tell me that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lub&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;M-Money. I wish that we had more. But I am just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that we both have good jobs.&lt;br /&gt;N-Nose.. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to be able to smell.&lt;br /&gt;O-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; shakes. Love it when they have big chunks.&lt;br /&gt;P-Parents. They are the best. Anyone who knows my parents know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quite time.. I love my evenings when everyone is gone to bed and the only noise is the sound of me on my laptop working on pictures. My favorite time of day.&lt;br /&gt;R-Robert. He is my best friend. Just remember.. MOST !!!&lt;br /&gt;S-Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday. Even though they are busy for me I still love the weekend&lt;br /&gt;T-Tiff. She is the strongest girl I know. Well she acts strong but really is a softy/tender heart.&lt;br /&gt;U-Uncles. This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt;, but my extended family is great.&lt;br /&gt;V-Vehicle. Because I really would not want to walk to work each day.&lt;br /&gt;W-Women. Thank you to all the women who I work with at church. I could not do it without you.&lt;br /&gt;X-??? I am stumped.&lt;br /&gt;Y- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt;. I love my young women. I thought that I was to old for this job, but just last week one of my young women told me that they were so glad that I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; and that they had a leader who acted just like them. And then she said, by the way have you lost your "fart machine" I have not seen it for awhile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;   I love my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone else who thinks like me that this was going to be easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-5602496391009067448?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5602496391009067448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=5602496391009067448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5602496391009067448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5602496391009067448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am Thankful'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-3327350376634247450</id><published>2008-10-30T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:31:51.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day for Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnP9hFvsQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S3d2ZntRspE/s1600-h/tyson+&amp;amp;+lauren+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262966295320572162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnP9hFvsQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S3d2ZntRspE/s320/tyson+%26+lauren+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Tyson and Lauren left this morning for Seattle. They have to put their car on the ferry on Friday. And then Tyson and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; Lauren both get on their flight on Sunday. They are not sure about Lauren's flight yet. She may have to come back to Utah for a few days and then head out later. They will be so glad when they can get settled and be together. They have really spent more off their first year apart than together. I love them so much I am not really sure how I am going to make it through the next 3 years. It seems like a lifetime. But I am so proud of Tyson and what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnP3XTuiMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3o3EjHh1ldI/s1600-h/tyson+&amp;amp;+lauren+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262966189615646914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnP3XTuiMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3o3EjHh1ldI/s320/tyson+%26+lauren+pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took family pictures last Sunday. You know that I have to take about 15 pictures of Tyson to get 1 picture with him not doing something crazy. I will have to show some of their other pictures later. He is a ham and that is why we all love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnPugtyj-I/AAAAAAAAALs/0kyaXW6SqNg/s1600-h/family+by+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262966037522059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnPugtyj-I/AAAAAAAAALs/0kyaXW6SqNg/s320/family+by+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For now I am just putting a couple of the family pictures up. I will post more later. I have not really had time to work on them. *** wanted to spend all of my time this week with Tyson and Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnPlAWMpQI/AAAAAAAAALk/yt01Vs-xc_s/s1600-h/family+picture+by+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965874214348034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnPlAWMpQI/AAAAAAAAALk/yt01Vs-xc_s/s320/family+picture+by+river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this one. Love the river. I really can not wait to come to this same spot when there is snow on the ground. Thanks Bruce and Janice for letting us come into your beautiful back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnPcOVA53I/AAAAAAAAALc/nH8eztw6Xng/s1600-h/family+funny+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965723348658034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnPcOVA53I/AAAAAAAAALc/nH8eztw6Xng/s320/family+funny+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now any of you who know us.... you know that this is the real us. My family hates it but every time we take pictures I make them pull faces in at least one picture. I love all my kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; so much I can not even tell you. There was a day when I did not think that my kids would ever get along. But now that they are adults and have their own kids I think that they finally like each other. I love that they are looking out for each other. I am so thankful for the 2 wonderful daughters that have come into our family and the love and support that they bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that Tyson and Lauren are so far away from me, I am pretty sure that I will become a much better blogger. We love you both, we will miss you and we can not wait until the next time we get to give you a big hug and kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last funny note. After Tyson and Lauren left my office this morning my boss came into my office and asked if I was alright. When he saw the tears he stepped right back out and said. Let me know if I can talk to you the rest of the day or do I need to wait until tomorrow. I guess he knows you don't mess with a crying mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-3327350376634247450?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3327350376634247450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=3327350376634247450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3327350376634247450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3327350376634247450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-day-for-mom.html' title='Sad Day for Mom'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQnP9hFvsQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S3d2ZntRspE/s72-c/tyson+%26+lauren+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-2924604970716546078</id><published>2008-10-27T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:01:11.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a good look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQXekFgKGaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/r7eYBkHm0g0/s1600-h/robert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261856451186006434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQXekFgKGaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/r7eYBkHm0g0/s320/robert.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want everyone to get a good look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facial hair.&lt;/span&gt; For the second time in over 30 years, Robert has shaved it off. Well I guess I should say I shaved it off.  And I will say he looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We took family pictures yesterday, so you will get to see him later without it. I just have not even had time to down load them from my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Robert has been called as the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; councilor in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bishopric. I am so proud of him. Our family is so greatful for the way he honor's his preisthood and the great example he is to all of us. He is pretty nervous, but I know that he will do wonderful. I am kind of glad that the High Council thing is over. For those of you who need a talk I have a file of over 2 years of them. I was so happy on Saturday afternoon when we were writing his last talk that he had to give yesterday afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Also, I want to thank those family members who supported Tyson and Lauren. They were so glad to see them on Saturday night. I think that it is finally setting in that 3 years is a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thank You to my wonderful friends who as always made sure that we had way to much food to eat. I love you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Family pictures tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-2924604970716546078?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2924604970716546078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=2924604970716546078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2924604970716546078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2924604970716546078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-good-look.html' title='Take a good look'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SQXekFgKGaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/r7eYBkHm0g0/s72-c/robert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-2635525221887431027</id><published>2008-10-13T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:49:05.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBERT.... YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>Robert's birthday was on Sunday the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We had been out of town since Wednesday, got home Saturday night and I don't know about the rest of you, but Sunday is the busiest day for both of us. Anyway done with excuses.&lt;br /&gt;After Church all the kids came over for dinner. It was fun to have all of us together. It has been awhile since we were able to do that. And with Tyson and Lauren leaving for Alaska in a few weeks it will be a long time before we get to do that again. So I wanted to soak it all in and did not get to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Robert is the best husband, dad and papa. He is always doing something for someone else. He is my life and I love him more today than the day I married him. He is my best friend and my sole mate. He can fix anything. He can make anything. He is the peacemaker, and he is a friend to everyone. Robert, I love you most.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would post a couple of pictures of him. These will show you what a good sport he is. If he took pictures of me like I do him I would have to hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with Harley and Erika on one of our camping trips this summer. Once again being the good sport. As no one else would get in the water with them. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG6Zl5LiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ou5khUgb5s4/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+2008+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256693527931858466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG6Zl5LiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ou5khUgb5s4/s320/Family+Reunion+2008+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is with his best little buddy. Oakley loves his Papa. It is the first thing he says when he comes in the door. Where's papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG61MsR9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/7kR9ctt4h0U/s1600-h/YW+Certification+Camp+2008+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256693535342348242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG61MsR9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/7kR9ctt4h0U/s320/YW+Certification+Camp+2008+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the shuttle after spending the week with Harley in Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG7Od3flI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XtjAgPoGjso/s1600-h/Disneyland+2007+(170).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256693542125272658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG7Od3flI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XtjAgPoGjso/s320/Disneyland+2007+(170).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course our family favorite. His bitter beer face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG7XgXKJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aWR9_LZkIsA/s1600-h/May+2006+pics+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256693544551655570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG7XgXKJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aWR9_LZkIsA/s320/May+2006+pics+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you Robert. Thanks for all you do for us. You are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-2635525221887431027?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2635525221887431027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=2635525221887431027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2635525221887431027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/2635525221887431027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-robert-yesterday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBERT.... YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SPOG6Zl5LiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ou5khUgb5s4/s72-c/Family+Reunion+2008+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-1749658068337973211</id><published>2008-10-05T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:53:06.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend !!!</title><content type='html'>We went down to St. George for the weekend to visit my parents. Trent, Emily, Erika, Tiffany, Harley and Oakley also went. It is so fun to see Great Granny and Grandpa with the kids. My Dad could hardly even had two minutes to his self before Oakley was tracking him down. I swear he had to sneak away to even get to the bathroom by his self.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend because we were able to just veg. Tent, Emily and Tiff went shopping for a little bit. But I was able to just stay at the house all weekend. I LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;We started home about 2:00 and the traffic was terrible. When we finally pasted Cedar City the traffic thinned out and was finally OK. Tiff and the kids were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; in the back and Robert and I were totally enjoying the best of the Carpenters. ( don't laugh, have you listened to them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;when the truck to the side of us which was pulling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt; horse trailer blew a tire and started to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swerve&lt;/span&gt; in and out of both lanes. I swear I just watched the trailer come so close to the truck I did not know how Robert was going to avoid a collision. But he was able to stay out of the way and they finally after what seemed like miles was able to get the truck and trailer under control. As we went pasted them I noticed that it was two women in the truck. We pulled over and by the time Robert got out of the truck they were sobbing. I am pretty sure that they were also not sure how they got out of that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the passenger was our good friends Lynn and Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Merrell's&lt;/span&gt; daughter Morgan.( small world). After about a hour delay we were back on the road.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back in the truck , Robert said holy crap. I am not sure how we made it out of that. He said that he was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; that with the fishtailing they were doing he was sure that they were going start rolling.&lt;br /&gt;You know when you watch your life flash in front of you like that it makes you realize that we really need to tell our family, friend and loved ones that we love them everyday. Because we really do not know what each day will bring.&lt;br /&gt;So to my family and friends if you think that I have turned into  a mushy dork, get use to it. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures but I am sure that Brandi and Morgan would not really appreciate everyone seeing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;raccoon&lt;/span&gt; eyes from crying.&lt;br /&gt;So we finally got home just a little after 7:00. We put our stuff away and we are getting ready to leave about 10:00 to go and get Tyson at the airport. So I will get pictures up there and get them on here for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-1749658068337973211?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1749658068337973211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=1749658068337973211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1749658068337973211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1749658068337973211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-3237817855040527509</id><published>2008-10-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:03:47.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday !!!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that it is Friday. This week has been crazy at work. But I am so thankful this week was Cathy's last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kemo&lt;/span&gt; treatment. I am so glad for her that she can be done be sick and try and have some kind of life, even if it is coming to work.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to St. George for the weekend. I love going over conference. It is the St. George Marathon and I have a very good friend who runs in it. Even if you don't know anyone who is running, it is awesome to watch the runners come in to the finish line. &lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that everyone will want to just veg so that I can work on some wedding pictures and some family pictures that I would love to have done and out of my hair by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least... Tyson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt; into Salt Lake Sunday night about 11:00 pm. He will be home for the whole month of October before going to Alaska. We are hoping to have a get together for him and Lauren on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; so that all their family and friends can come and say goodbye and wish them luck in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures.. I will have some of Tyson when he gets home.  Everyone have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-3237817855040527509?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3237817855040527509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=3237817855040527509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3237817855040527509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3237817855040527509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-4720527278747059653</id><published>2008-09-22T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:30:19.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Photography !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg20iQiuHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QYzooks9V30/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+275+totally+rad+%26+vinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005641877600370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg20iQiuHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QYzooks9V30/s320/Corinne+Bridals+275+totally+rad+%26+vinette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg20yl92DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TRlfzIvuLxU/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+293sep+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005646262425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg20yl92DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TRlfzIvuLxU/s320/Corinne+Bridals+293sep+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg21bF36xI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xecnAgR0A5s/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+320+b%26w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005657133673234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg21bF36xI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xecnAgR0A5s/s320/Corinne+Bridals+320+b%26w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg21pCDksI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YMXZcSh_PQQ/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+327+super+fun+happy+%26+burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005660875756226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg21pCDksI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YMXZcSh_PQQ/s320/Corinne+Bridals+327+super+fun+happy+%26+burn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2gFURVKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Xh56LDfWpFI/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+227+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005290511226018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2gFURVKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Xh56LDfWpFI/s320/Corinne+Bridals+227+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2gsskxKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/R3Z6RqELvmg/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+227+super+old+skool+%26+vigbette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005301082145954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2gsskxKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/R3Z6RqELvmg/s320/Corinne+Bridals+227+super+old+skool+%26+vigbette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2hIgiqII/AAAAAAAAAI0/619L0C8OGb0/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005308547868802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2hIgiqII/AAAAAAAAAI0/619L0C8OGb0/s320/Corinne+Bridals+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2hr4cE4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/CYJwwuhNwoM/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+253rusty+cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005318043341698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2hr4cE4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/CYJwwuhNwoM/s320/Corinne+Bridals+253rusty+cage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2B9NXI-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/EpSwW7K1Ooc/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+211+b%26w+red+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004772938687458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2B9NXI-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/EpSwW7K1Ooc/s320/Corinne+Bridals+211+b%26w+red+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2CQIvRhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UPjgxQv5mgI/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+211+super+old+skool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004778019571218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2CQIvRhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UPjgxQv5mgI/s320/Corinne+Bridals+211+super+old+skool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2CkBR5SI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NvKBNUBANHA/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+211+tecnicolor+dream+vinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004783356994850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2CkBR5SI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NvKBNUBANHA/s320/Corinne+Bridals+211+tecnicolor+dream+vinette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2C23oKBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jkJsNp84DxE/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+224rusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004788416784402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg2C23oKBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jkJsNp84DxE/s320/Corinne+Bridals+224rusty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1iiD8TZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GGBSffgAces/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+036+cinamon+toast+%26+vinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004233075477906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1iiD8TZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GGBSffgAces/s320/Corinne+Bridals+036+cinamon+toast+%26+vinette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1jKHjFvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iaP0FR1iDfo/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+169+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004243828020978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1jKHjFvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iaP0FR1iDfo/s320/Corinne+Bridals+169+sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1jT3Zk5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ftrztfWk6uw/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+173+vinette+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004246444643218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1jT3Zk5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ftrztfWk6uw/s320/Corinne+Bridals+173+vinette+color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1jr6gdHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5zjjkDnEHbs/s1600-h/Corinne+Bridals+209+b%26w+red+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249004252900127858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg1jr6gdHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5zjjkDnEHbs/s320/Corinne+Bridals+209+b%26w+red+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK... I know that it is to many pictures for one post, But I could not decide which ones to show you. I worked on these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bridals&lt;/span&gt; this weekend and can I say I love them. It is funny when I show pictures to different people and the ones that I like the best are not always the one's that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some else&lt;/span&gt; likes the best. I have my 3-4 favorites in this group and was sure that Robert would love the same ones. But they were not the same ones. Let me know which ones are your favorites. And which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;technique&lt;/span&gt; is your favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corinne's wedding is this Saturday so be watching for more pictures of her and Kyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to thank my family for always putting up with me when they see the camera come out. They are good sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also thanks to Robert for being OK when I spend my little bit of spare time on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;. Love you MORE... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking that I am going to join the girls with there photo of the day, but I think that it will really be a problem with me, because I will not be able to decide which one to post.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-4720527278747059653?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4720527278747059653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=4720527278747059653' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4720527278747059653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4720527278747059653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-photography.html' title='I Love Photography !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SNg20iQiuHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QYzooks9V30/s72-c/Corinne+Bridals+275+totally+rad+%26+vinette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-7147733117792355453</id><published>2008-09-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:09:23.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRECTION</title><content type='html'>OK, so I stand corrected. Tyson was picked from the 160 soldiers for his awesome award that he got. His platoon however was only 40 something. Sometimes my fingers type faster than my brain works.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep everyone posted as far as our get together for Tyson and Lauren before that head to Alaska.. We are still trying to work out the dates that they will be in town. I will let you know soon.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Tyson on Tuesday night and he is so far loving jump school. He said that they usually don't jump from anything in the first week or so and they do have them jumping from just about 30-40 feet. They are just waiting to jump from the sky... I think that I just wet my pants thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-7147733117792355453?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7147733117792355453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=7147733117792355453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7147733117792355453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7147733117792355453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/09/correction.html' title='CORRECTION'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-8648066340796771122</id><published>2008-09-15T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:53:10.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are home.... And Tyson is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home from KY on Sunday afternoon. I have always thought that I was a patriotic person, but after what Tyson is doing and watching him at graduation the flag, the national anthem, our country and our freedom's have a whole new meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of him and what he is doing. I am so proud of how wonderful he did at boot camp. He got the top award called the Draper Leadership award. It is given to the soldier who has shown leadership skills throughout boot camp and the potential for future leadership roles. He was chosen out of 160 soldiers. I was so proud of him. But as we all know Tyson always does everything 110%. I took a ton of pictures but I have tried to keep them down to about a dozen or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246466251195741026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM8xQiyY82I/AAAAAAAAAFI/LFw4LS5N3HQ/s320/first+look.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we got off the plane on on Wednesday we just barley had time to drive to the base for the dinner that night. They would have 5 or 6 soldiers come in at a time and everyone would clap and welcome them until they found their family. More and more kept coming and I thought, that Tyson he probably asked to be last just to make me wait the longest. Well he did not ask but he was the very last one. Because of some of his awards, he and his drill Sargent were out in the parking lot sewing on new badges. It is good that when Robert took this picture I was turned to the side or else you would see what a great big blubber head I am. He came in towards us with the biggest smile on his face. I just thought how handsome he was and what a great Man he had become. &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_5246467970703778722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM8y0odDY6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lIKYQnLwwKU/s320/Ty+%26+Lauren+at+dinner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is Tyson and his beautiful wife Lauren. As you can see she was as happy to see him and I was. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246468482234536898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM8zSaDfU8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ThwbPB2AY8I/s320/Tyson+%26+us+at+dinner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After all these years it is still pretty hard to get a smile out of Robert. He was a very proud Dad, even if he looks like a convict. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246469229591490450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM8z96LRb5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/x7Brmz2XieY/s320/Ty+leading+platoon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246469510592837554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM80OQ_Nt7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/f84vPId00Pg/s320/Ty+leading+platton.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyson was the Platoon leader. He took his assignment keeping these 160 soldiers in line. After the graduation ceremony , these next 2 pictures was him getting them in line and order and going to the office to be processed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246470559047677618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM81LSyU9rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IwaYC8DY4TE/s320/baggage+after+graduation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he was processed. He grabbed his "stuff" and was running up this hill. I probably could not even carry one of these bags and walk let alone run. He was in a hurry because he was leaving for jump school right after graduation and the sooner he got up to where the bus was meeting them and the sooner he got his clothes changed the more time we would have to visit with him. So we just ran behind him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246471551264914370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM82FDFWe8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9-KjakQ7mCA/s320/last+instructions.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the 11 guys going to jump school getting their last instructions before the bus got there. We kept thinking that this guy was going to talk an talk and take up our little bit of time. But lucky for us the bus was late and we really did get just about 1 hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246472204921406466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM82rGJNBAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K_vTu9vKIVY/s320/Davies+%26+Collett%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Collette's they are from California and he and Tyson are both going to be stationed in Alaska. Lauren and his wife have become friends and it makes me fill good that they will have each other while they are so far away from home. &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_5246472946508825298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM83WQxbAtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wXpGkpBWee0/s320/yes,+I+am+going+to+miss+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246473254938211666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM83oNwt9VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/a0lWikKaNOM/s320/last+kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These two pictures are of course Tyson and Lauren saying goodbye one more time. Even though jump school is only 3 weeks it was so hard to say goodbye to him again. These last 2 was the loading of the bus and the bus and the boys leaving their mothers, wife's and girlfriends. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246473992396607138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM84TJAgDqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MVKBCZNgzP8/s320/loading+bus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246473687826538354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM84BaZVn3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/qP1fUmwHtjo/s320/bus+leaving.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This next 3 weeks will not be quite and bad and Tyson will have his phone with him this time. He has been able to call each night after he gets done with his classes. It is so nice to be able to hear his voice. He of course is working hard again and trying to do his best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be home for some time in October before they leave for Alaska. Because we really did not get to have a send off for him we are going to have a get together for all of Tyson and Lauren's friends and family. I have to wait to get his schedule tied down a little better but it will either be on Saturday October 11th or the following Saturday the 18th. Please mark you calendars and I will get information out as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyson we all love you and are so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/414496880505534724-8648066340796771122?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8648066340796771122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8648066340796771122' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8648066340796771122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8648066340796771122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-home-and-tyson-is-awesome.html' title='We are home.... And Tyson is awesome'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SM8xQiyY82I/AAAAAAAAAFI/LFw4LS5N3HQ/s72-c/first+look.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-8788197444071937247</id><published>2008-09-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:53:05.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I am a total slacker.. First of all we had a great weekend and I did not even get my camera out of the trailer once. What is up with that ? My family is usually running from me because I always have my camera in hand. I guess I was just taking time off. But we had a great weekend. We of course did not go far, because with Robert's High Council commitments he had to come down the canyon on Saturday morning for the State Baptism's. He was back about noon. Saturday was a great day the sun was out and it was just almost to hot. On Sunday once again we had to go down the canyon early as Robert had High Council meeting at 7:00 and I had a special speaker coming to talk to the young women so we left at 6:00 am and got back about 1:00 pm. That afternoon was still great as far as the weather. But just as we were getting ready to eat dinner it started to rain. We are use to that so we all ( about 30 of us) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;huddled&lt;/span&gt; under the 4 pop up shades that we had and enjoyed our dinner.During our dinner the wind kicked up big time, Tiffany's tent went down. Trent's tent went down. We got them back up and tied to the tree's hoping for the best.  Not long after dinner was over it really got cold and started not just raining but pouring. So everyone spent the next few hours until bedtime in our own trailers playing games.  When it was time to go to bed Tiffany went out to her tent and her bedding was wet. So she and her kids were staying in the trailer. Trent, Emily &amp;amp; Erika left to go to their tent and they were soaked by the time they got to their tent. Being the good mother I am, I sent Tiffany out in the rain to their tent to tell them to just come back, Trent said that they were fine and were going to stay out there. About an hour later when it was still pouring, I was trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;morse&lt;/span&gt; code with my flash light to get them to come back in. After that did not work, I finally tried to sleep. At about 4:30 here they came, the rain had finally soaked them. We got everyone settled and did not even stir until 9:00 am. It took us quite awhile to get packed up on Monday because we would have to wait for it to slow down a bit, run out get something done, come back in because it was pouring, go back out.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind weekends like this because we will always remember it. We will laugh at the craziness of it all.  What can I say, I love camping.&lt;br /&gt;Now my count down can really start. Tyson graduates on the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So one week from today we will be on a plane to go and see him and attend the graduation.  Can I tell you how excited and proud I am. He has done so well at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boot camp&lt;/span&gt;. He has had great things happen for him.  Our visit will be short as he will have to get a bus that same day to head for Georgia for 3 weeks of jump school. Then he will be home for a few weeks in October before heading for Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;Robert and I will be home from Kentucky on Sunday the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; so look for wonderful pictures then. Sorry for the long post and no pictures today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-8788197444071937247?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8788197444071937247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8788197444071937247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8788197444071937247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8788197444071937247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/09/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-9181457973701470964</id><published>2008-08-25T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:04:18.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What weekend !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't know about anyone else, but the weekends just go by way to fast.  We did however have a great one. Last month I told you about our couple's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; group going camping. Well we went again this last weekend. Sorry no pictures. We were having so much fun I just forgot to get it out. There are 6 couple's and we are the best of friends. It was fun once again to spend the weekend together. We will not have a month off and then we are going on our annual fall retreat down in St. George which we all look so forward to also. My boss has a beautiful house down there that are group goes to twice a year. It is perfect with it's 6 bedrooms.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our camping trip... It was about 10:30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night and the camp host camp to our campfire and told us that there was a crime scene down in loop B. Please do not leave our camp.  We asked what happened and he would not tell us anything. That was a little scary to me. Needless to say Robert slept on the outside of the bed that night, not me. I know I am a wimp. The next morning Ron the camp host told me that from what he gathered it was a drug deal gone bad.  What a scary world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;This next weekend is Labor Day weekend and we are going camping again. Our sister in law Cheryl and her family are big camper's and we always go with them over Memorial and Labor Day weekends and a few times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; if we can. We had great fun when our kids were little and now we love getting together with all the grand kids. We love this new campground up Spanish Fork Canyon because it really only takes us about 10 minutes to get back to town. And with both Robert's and my church callings we do have to come down each weekend. We can still enjoy the the canyon but we can still do the things we need to in town.&lt;br /&gt;After this weekend is over Robert and I will be counting down the days. We are leaving on September 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to go to Tyson's boot camp graduation in Fort Knox, KY. We are so excited to see him. As much as I did not want him to do this, I am so proud of him. Can not wait to give him a great big hug.  Sorry no pictures this time but I will for sure have pictures after getting back from graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-9181457973701470964?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/9181457973701470964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=9181457973701470964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/9181457973701470964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/9181457973701470964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-weekend.html' title='What weekend !!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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-414496880505534724.post-8087225952385901474</id><published>2008-08-07T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:34:25.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we are still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SJurnWbTocI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8T19S-NuG-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231964084644323778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SJurnWbTocI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8T19S-NuG-Y/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the Davies Family reunion on Saturday the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. It was over in American Fork and it was very well attended. Note to self. We need to get better at getting more of Robert's 15 other siblings to attend these reunions. There were only 5 of John's 16 children there. I love going to these even if is is only for a couple of hours. Here is a picture of Robert's dad and 4 of his 5 living siblings. John is the happy camper sitting next to his sister. He turned 82 this past February. Did I tell you I LOVE reunions.. My Dad's family reunion have kind of disappeared. So my family is in charge of the 1st annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gaylen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Garbe&lt;/span&gt; family reunion. ( Thanks Trent) just kidding we are so excited. We are going camping August 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. My kids have been so busy, we have so many things planned, my family is going to need a vacation after the reunion. We don't want to let to much out of the bag but our theme is Survivor. Be watching for pictures and post when it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SJurnh94VTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RywtqWTQMCY/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231964087742125362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SJurnh94VTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RywtqWTQMCY/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday August 1st Robert was called out to a fire at about 4:00. They needed Spanish Fork to help out over in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;. Well when he was not home at 9:00 I decided to do what Robert really hates. And I mean hates. Tiffany, Harley, Oakley and myself got in the car to go and check out what was going on. This fire started in Spring Lake and went across the mountain north over into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;. It was very close to homes. In Spring Lake I had a couple of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insured's&lt;/span&gt; that were evacuated from their homes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; they were saved. Robert was over in Spring Lake and when they felt the houses were safe there, they were headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;. He said that the house he was at the fire was like 100 feet away. It was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;. Not that the fireman want there to be house's burning down, but these are the things that they train so hard for. This is there reward when they can do their job and save &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; house. It was a long night. The second crew from Spanish Fork &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;releave&lt;/span&gt; them at about 3:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SJurn02rfCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/g66lr-OUqTM/s1600-h/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231964092812196898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SJurn02rfCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/g66lr-OUqTM/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a funny side note. Remember I told you how much he hates chasers.. Well we were parked down by a school about half way between Spring Lake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; and while we were watching, the Spanish Fork crew was moving from Spring Lake to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;.. Of all the places we could have parked we had to be on the road that they would come right next to us. We had to turn our heads and hope that he did not see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kadee&lt;/span&gt; just so you know I had to give you a hard time about updating.. But let me tell you the other day Robert came to me and told me that it had been awhile since a blog. He told me that I needed to keep it up so he knew what he had been doing or what he was going to be doing. He is such a dork. But he is my dork and I love him.&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/414496880505534724-8087225952385901474?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8087225952385901474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8087225952385901474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8087225952385901474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8087225952385901474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-we-are-still-alive.html' title='Yes, we are still alive'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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/_C0nE44rcLBc/SJurnWbTocI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8T19S-NuG-Y/s72-c/DSC_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-4092073014375263896</id><published>2008-07-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:36:05.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Conference</title><content type='html'>We left Spanish Fork at 5:00 a.m. on Thursday morning. We were about 45 minutes into our 6 plus hour drive when our bus got a flat tire. We were really lucky because we were by Deer Creek and we were going up a hill when this happened. We could have been on the freeway going 70 mph and really been in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231175378633794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKFzqjhEI/AAAAAAAAADo/GNYuH45EI1w/s320/%234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just as we were getting into camp the first day, One of our leaders got her foot ran over by one of the wheels on the hand cart. She stayed off it the rest of the night , and even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; and sore, she was a trooper the rest of the time. She did not want to miss out on anything.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231189478271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKGoMK6oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sVwGFUAHJrY/s320/%236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our ma for the ward was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt; Hamilton. Here she is  telling the Bishop and the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; councilor what to do, where to put it. etc. After our walk into camp she was trying to save her energy. She really played her part well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231434841725218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKU6PYGSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rDP6GN0v7aw/s320/%233.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; morning the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July they had a beautiful program. These kind of things have always touched my heart, but they really take on a new meaning with Tyson serving our country. So you guessed it I was a big blubber head. It is good that everyone forgot their camera. After the program we all got lined up for our walk into Martin's Cove. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; blazing hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKGLhtslI/AAAAAAAAADw/muaiDAv-AkY/s1600-h/%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231181784003154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKGLhtslI/AAAAAAAAADw/muaiDAv-AkY/s320/%231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting to Martin's Cove was so hard but so rewarding. As I was in the cove and looking over the ground where the pioneers bury their loved ones, while the wolves were waiting for them to leave made me realize how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I am that they were so strong and so faithful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is when they came and took all the men to join the Mormon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Battalion&lt;/span&gt;. It did not really hit the girls until they told us we had to get back on our own. Our ward was really small and now with the men gone we had 3 hand carts and only 2 women and 2 girls for each one. That was all fine and good until we got to sandy hill. I don't have a picture but as we got there the men were lined up on both sides of the hill and the sand was deep, the rocks were many and they were told that they could not talk to us, help us nothing. Let me tell you there is NO way physically we were going to make it up that hill. We did not have enough help. But, with a prayer at the bottom of the hill , the help of our Heavenly Father and everything we had.. We made it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231197344149314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKHFfir0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/96NcY9zFERo/s320/%235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we got back to camp the men and boys told us that was also the hardest thing for them. They just had to watch and hope and pray that we would not fall or stop. They were praying as hard as us for us to get to the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got back into camp the stake gave each one of us 2 oz of flour and told us we could cook it however we wanted. ENJOY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some that put enough water and made a pancake. Some of them put just a little and had kind of a roll. They were good sports even though they were starving after a very hard and hot day. When they were just about ready to call it quits and get some sleep they brought us over some chicken and potatoes. It was the most appreciated meal we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKIAi2KHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3daWoxXpU-o/s1600-h/%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221231213195700338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKIAi2KHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3daWoxXpU-o/s320/%232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I got home I thought, I do not ever have to do that again. Now that I have been able to catch up on my sleep I have decided that I could go again. I would love to have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whole &lt;/span&gt;family go and fill the spirit that is there. And have their testimony grow by leaps and bounds. I am so thankful for my membership in the church and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for those saints that were so strong and so willing to give up everything they had to be in Zion .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-4092073014375263896?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4092073014375263896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=4092073014375263896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4092073014375263896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/4092073014375263896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-conference.html' title='Youth Conference'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWKFzqjhEI/AAAAAAAAADo/GNYuH45EI1w/s72-c/%234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-8226438973009131661</id><published>2008-07-09T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:49:12.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunco Campout</title><content type='html'>We went camping a couple of weeks ago for couples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt;. We went up to Spanish Fork River Park. Everyone took up their trailers on Friday night. We assigned 2 couples to each meal and that was so wonderful because we had Saturday morning breakfast and then we were done. We just enjoyed the rest of the weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221222893472562754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWCjvKRvkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tzRfN2TKyAw/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marilyn&lt;/span&gt; had to show the guys just how to play horse shoes... really at the time they were short one person and she was the only one that would go over and play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221223215398789986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWC2ebeI2I/AAAAAAAAADY/_-E6gh0-oZ4/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was so hot and Spanish Fork River was right behind our campground. We had some tubes.. I should say some "kids tubes" it we a riot watching everyone try to stay on them in the water. Annette was trying to get Angie to put several on her just to be safe.. Then they went over the hill and saw Robert and Rick with their chairs in the middle of the river. Yes it was only about 3 feet deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221223457471593170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWDEkOH-tI/AAAAAAAAADg/znXaESAZyhk/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also drove up Lake Fork and rode the 4 wheelers. We went on a trail off the main road and got to the top of the mountain to this lake and ate our lunch that we had packed. It was so awesome. I did forget my camera though so I did not get any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Our group has been getting together once a month for over 10 years now. We really do have fun together and we have all become best friends. Now besides our 2 trips to St. George, the theater, bull rides, we will now be adding camping a couple times each summer to our activities.&lt;br /&gt;Some of our kids came up on Saturday night and I am pretty sure that they think that we are all crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-8226438973009131661?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8226438973009131661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=8226438973009131661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8226438973009131661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/8226438973009131661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/07/bunco-campout.html' title='Bunco Campout'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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://bp2.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SHWCjvKRvkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tzRfN2TKyAw/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-5449829339501312926</id><published>2008-06-27T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:03:48.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Friday</title><content type='html'>I can not tell you how happy I am that it is Friday. This week at work has been the worst. It has been so busy, each day felt like I had been there for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for about 3:00.  Robert and I play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; with 5 other couples and we are in charge for June so all 6 couple's are going camping tonight and coming home on Sunday. We love to camp, but it will be so fun with our friends. We have been getting together for about 10 years. Some of the time we don't even play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt;, we just enjoy each other's company. We already vacation together so we may as well camp together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; I will get some great pictures and will post them next week before I leave on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; for Martin's Cove with the youth in our Stake. ( I AM to old for this.)&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and her kids have moved back home with us. I think that they are finally settled. Mike has the kids the week of the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, so she will be able to get things put away and in order while they are gone. As crazy as it is at our house I LOVE having the kids there.&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN... I tried to comment on your blog and it would not send through, Tiffany said you have to go in and approve people so that they can comment on your blog.. You know me, kind of stupid about this stuff, if you have any questions or problems give her a call so she can help you.&lt;br /&gt;Last, I want to remind the Davies Family about the Family Reunion the first weekend in August.  If you have any questions, give me a call. And The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Garbe&lt;/span&gt; Reunion is the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August. We are so excited about this. My kids have some really fun things planned so be sure that you have that on your calendar also.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about no pictures, I need to get better at getting them on my computer. And speaking of which I took some great pictures of Gerald and his family. If Ashley does not get one on her blog I will put a couple of them on next week. It always fun to take pictures when you have a great back ground ( gerald's back yard) and you have great subjects. Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-5449829339501312926?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5449829339501312926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=5449829339501312926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5449829339501312926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5449829339501312926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/06/fabulous-friday.html' title='Fabulous Friday'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-1370081428845032466</id><published>2008-06-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:03:03.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Here's the rules:&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the post the player then tags 4 people and posts their names&lt;br /&gt;Go to their blog and leave them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and ask them to read your blog&lt;br /&gt;Let the person who tagged you know when you have posted your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: WHAT WAS I DOING TEN YEARS AGO?&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago I was in my 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of working for John Smiley at State Farm. Trent was 19 and still trying to decide what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Tiffany was 17 and I was pretty sure that she would NEVER graduate from High School. She did not care one bit about school or her grades. As long as she looked good and was having fun she was good. Thank You Mike Gardner for setting her on the course for graduation. Tyson was 12 and of course like always excelling in school. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alway&lt;/span&gt; easy for him. Robert and I were just enjoying life. For the most part we had good teenagers and really quite enjoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 WHAT ARE 5 THINGS ON MY "TO DO" LIST TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Work of course.&lt;br /&gt;Get stuff together for Tiffany's yard sell tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Take the girls to dinner, as Robert and Trent will be a father &amp;amp; son's.&lt;br /&gt;Clean my house&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully get to bed early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: SNACKS I ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Red Vines&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Chow-- great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WAS A BILLIONAIRE&lt;br /&gt;I would first go on a very extended vacation. I would pay off my house and my kid's house's. We would all have a new car. I would buy a condo somewhere great so the whole family could get away several times a year. And I would put money away for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: PLACES I HAVE LIVED.&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Fork, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Springville&lt;/span&gt;, Utah 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Fork, Utah&lt;br /&gt;I really get around Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who looks at my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-1370081428845032466?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1370081428845032466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=1370081428845032466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1370081428845032466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1370081428845032466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-5172464817856561534</id><published>2008-06-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:16:21.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>First of all, you know that if I would do this blogging thing more than once a month I could probably remember how to do it. I have to have Tiffany show me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; what to do. So I am going to try and be better.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was our Stake Girls Camp. Before I even get started I want everyone to know that I am just to dang old for this. Anyhow... We left on Wednesday morning and as usual the Stake always has a full schedule, which is OK. But to start off we had 23 people from our ward. In the last 3-4 years we have only had 5 girls. And this year the state fire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marshall&lt;/span&gt; let all the stakes know that because of code we could only have 14 people sleep in the dorms. The over flow had to sleep outside in tents. This was not really a problem, we had girls and leaders that were OK with being out there. Wednesday night when we were getting ready to leave the Lodge and go back to the dorms President Lamb came in and said that they had spotted a bear behind some of the dorms, you guessed it 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Wards. He told everyone in the Stake that there would NO one sleeping in tents. We were to put everyone in the dorms and he did not care if they had to share a bunk, sleep on the floor, no one was going to be out side. We were OK because we had brought up some extra cots, and between those, a couple of lawn chairs and some foam pads everyone had a pretty good place to sleep. This was also good news for me as a leader because after you lay down at night is when you learn about the girls, see how strong their testimony is and maybe even learn some things about their family members that they probably should not be telling. I was glad to have the extra bodies in the dorm because it was freezing at night. The first 2 nights I had 2 quilts and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;levi&lt;/span&gt; quilt on top of me and I did not sleep at all because I knew that if I moved then I would have a new cold spot. By Friday night if warmed up a little bit. I was able to take off one of the quilts. ( I told you I was to old for this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I got home on Saturday I made the mistake of just laying down for a minute. That was at 12:30 and at 6:30 Robert was still trying to wake me up to go and get something to eat. But all in all we really did have a great time. Here are a few pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnltF9Wa8I/AAAAAAAAACw/F4W4Us0CLmk/s1600-h/Group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213450606514432962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnltF9Wa8I/AAAAAAAAACw/F4W4Us0CLmk/s320/Group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is part of our group trying to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnltV4bSWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o9v0ZC1G1NQ/s1600-h/Karaoke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213450610788747618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnltV4bSWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o9v0ZC1G1NQ/s320/Karaoke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One afternoon they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;,  Of course they can really ham it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnlt-1KogI/AAAAAAAAADA/SXTjufJF_fk/s1600-h/Beehive+Surprize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213450621780926978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnlt-1KogI/AAAAAAAAADA/SXTjufJF_fk/s320/Beehive+Surprize.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the reaction of a couple of our soon to be Beehives &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we told them we were going snyp hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnluUiMzJI/AAAAAAAAADI/WyB0p386DrQ/s1600-h/Patricia+Sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213450627606957202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnluUiMzJI/AAAAAAAAADI/WyB0p386DrQ/s320/Patricia+Sleeping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patricia really did not want to get up. We picked up her cot and moved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her outside. After about 15 minutes her sister went out and told her she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was outside and everyone at camp was looking at her. She then jumped right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really and truly I love my calling in Young Womens. Even though I love my bed at home, I look forward to my time with my girls. I am so thankful for their love and testimonies and everything that they teach me. &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/414496880505534724-5172464817856561534?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5172464817856561534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=5172464817856561534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5172464817856561534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5172464817856561534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SFnltF9Wa8I/AAAAAAAAACw/F4W4Us0CLmk/s72-c/Group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-3844092684434508218</id><published>2008-05-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:47:25.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Weekends</title><content type='html'>On Thursday night Robert and I decided that we would run up the canyon for the weekend. No one was around so it was just him and me. It was good that I had to run down for a bridal shower on Saturday afternoon, because by about 10:00 a.m. saturday morning he was bored. You know when we go with the whole family he is complaining (HAHA) about having to bring the kids 4 wheeler, the kids bikes, our bikes, the wagon etc... But I laughed at him because he really did not have the best time without everyone there. If you know Robert, he can not just sit and read a book or enjoy the sun. Anyway I am not sure that there will be many more weekends without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday afternoon we received a phone call from a lady who visited with Tyson at church on Sunday. She asked him if he wanted her to call anyone. So she called Lauren and us. She wanted to know if he was at church the following sunday did I want her to tell him anything, so of course you all know me. I started blubbering. I told her just to give him a big hug and kiss and tell him that we love him and are proud of him. She kind of laughed and said you want me to kiss him. Anyway it was very nice of her to take the time and do that. We do not have an address yet. I am hoping that we get something this week.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. Bre I laughed out loud when I read your post about the cookies... I have one to tell on the same line.&lt;br /&gt;It was April fools day a few years ago and Robert had put one of the guys that he works with up to calling me and telling me that he was new in town and he needed to insure his house, cars, boat, 4 wheelers and last but not least his body parts as he was a dancer.. Then he paused, and said can you do this, I knew this was Robert's doing so I said you bet we can . All I will need is for you to stop by our office and I will have to inspect each and every body part. There was a very long puase... I could hear the guys laughing in the background. I said why don't you tell them what I said, He said out loud... He did and the busted up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon I went to Albertson's and bought 2 trays of brownies.. I drove up to Trojan and as soon as I got to the breakroom several of the guys including Robert came out and said boy did you get us good.. our joke backfired on us.. haha.. So you are bringing brownies to say you are sorry.. I just smiled and said yes.. 2 of the guys took the brownies from me and started to walk off, Robert said WHAT A MINUTE... Gayle what did you do to them, I looked really innocent and said nothing, but be sure to eat the ones in the middle first and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;That night Robert came home and said I hope that I don't lose my job, you know so of the bosses came over and at some of those brownies and if any of them get sick I am dead. The best part of this joke was that there was not anything wrong with them and it was great to just watch them and have them think there was. I think if you ask Robert today. He will tell you that I did do something to those brownies. &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-3844092684434508218?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3844092684434508218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=3844092684434508218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3844092684434508218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/3844092684434508218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-weekends.html' title='Love Weekends'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-7973970111839883864</id><published>2008-05-14T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:52:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirl Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My Young Women have their fund raiser every year on the Saturday before Mother's Day making corsages. We get the order's from the men in our ward and then we make them and deliver them on Saturday. After a couple of years of really hard work it has turned into a great fund raiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was at the church the rest of the family went to the Spanish Fork Fireman's 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday celebration. There was a breakfast, a parade with fire trucks from all over Utah. Then there was a program at the ball field. They all said that it was awesome to see the old trucks and the retired firefighters. Robert is the Historian for the department so he has Emily do a CD to music with picture from 1908 to 2008. She did a wonderful job. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of work for her but it was very much appreciated by everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a wonderful Mother's Day. After church we went and took some family pictures and then went to Trent and Emily's and watch the Jazz kick the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laker's&lt;/span&gt; butt's. After that we went down to my sisters house and had a family mother's day dinner. And most important, Robert gave me the best Mother's Day/Birthday present.... A new lens for my camera that I have been crying for, for quite awhile. I am really going to have to start making some money with my camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday Tyson had to leave for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;. And This morning Robert and I went up while he was swearing in. I am glad that we were able to be there. Even though this whole Army things scares the crap out of me, I AM so proud of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures that I was able to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts-2ipaDI/AAAAAAAAABY/93cIVAR0Dyk/s1600-h/Tyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts-2ipaDI/AAAAAAAAABY/93cIVAR0Dyk/s320/Tyson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200370021777893426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts-2ipaEI/AAAAAAAAABg/j-3ejR1ToUI/s1600-h/Shaking%2Bhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts-2ipaEI/AAAAAAAAABg/j-3ejR1ToUI/s320/Shaking%2Bhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200370021777893442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts_WipaFI/AAAAAAAAABo/Vob4On_17QI/s1600-h/Tyson%2B%26%2BLauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts_WipaFI/AAAAAAAAABo/Vob4On_17QI/s320/Tyson%2B%26%2BLauren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200370030367828050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts_WipaGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3Efa4G1xwBU/s1600-h/Tyson%2B%26%2Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts_WipaGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3Efa4G1xwBU/s320/Tyson%2B%26%2Bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200370030367828066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-7973970111839883864?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7973970111839883864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=7973970111839883864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7973970111839883864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/7973970111839883864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/05/whirl-wind.html' title='Whirl Wind'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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://bp1.blogger.com/_C0nE44rcLBc/SCts-2ipaDI/AAAAAAAAABY/93cIVAR0Dyk/s72-c/Tyson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-1756965273949846686</id><published>2008-05-05T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:53:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see I still have not figured out the picture thing. I guess we will have to have a lesson on that for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Robert and I went to his nephews funeral in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ferron&lt;/span&gt;. Trent and Tiffany went with us. It was very sad he has 4 little kids that he has custody of. I hope that everything works out for his parents and those cute little kids.&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral We headed for St. George to spend the weekend with our couples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; group. They went a day before us so we were pretty excited to get down there. These 6 couples have been getting together for about 10 years now. For the last 3 years we have been going down to my bosses house in St. George for the weekend once in the spring and once in the fall. We have so much fun. We don't get much sleep and we just hurt from laughing. Robert did not fill very good all weekend but he was such a sport and we just drug him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder for all those who blog if you are apart of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Garbe&lt;/span&gt; clan. Don't forget our Family Reunion August 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Just a note, I have had a few people say that they were not going to come because they could not get Friday off. Don't worry, I really was just thinking that everyone would get their when they can on Friday after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tiffany take the tracker thing of your blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-1756965273949846686?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1756965273949846686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=1756965273949846686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1756965273949846686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/1756965273949846686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-you-can-see-i-still-have-not-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414496880505534724.post-5169724911389096147</id><published>2008-04-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:05:54.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>This is something really new for me.... The highlight of my day is to get on my kids blogs and see what is up with them, even though I either see them or talk to them everyday. Now that I have figured out how to get to this point, maybe I will graduate soon with some pictures.  Don't hold your breath waiting however. Thanks Tiffany and Emily for your help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414496880505534724-5169724911389096147?l=robertandgayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5169724911389096147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414496880505534724&amp;postID=5169724911389096147' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5169724911389096147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414496880505534724/posts/default/5169724911389096147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandgayle.blogspot.com/2008/04/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626823223108247725</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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
