tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35802610072010282812024-03-13T19:37:44.875-07:00billy and janaeJanae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-13209756948866730872010-11-05T08:15:00.000-07:002010-11-05T08:19:35.817-07:00GIVEAWAY<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I apologize I have neglected this blog but I am not smart enough to keep up two blogs at once so if you want to know what going on in mis life than add hungryrunnergirl.com to your blog roll! I am also doing a exercise/running gear giveaway!! Check it out!!</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><a href="http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com/2010/11/giveaway.html">http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com/2010/11/giveaway.html</a></span></span></b></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-19162487626175104432010-10-24T15:26:00.000-07:002010-10-24T15:31:43.167-07:00New Blog<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">As many of you know I am a foodie and exerciseaholic. I started a new blog that I will be updating daily. You should definitely take a look and if you like it you should probably follow it and add it to your google reader:) I will be doing a giveaway next week. You won't want to miss it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com">www.hungryrunnergirl.com</a></span></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-37061506341931893012010-09-21T12:40:00.000-07:002010-09-21T13:21:49.365-07:00LATELY<div style="text-align: center;">Whenever my friends (or people I call friends but don't actually know in real life) don't update their blogs I get mad because I love stalking people through their blogs. Call me creepy but I know you do the same thing. I realized I am a hypocrite because I haven't updated the blog in so long. There is no theme or organization for this post, just a bunch of random pictures and stories. Here goes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkLyF7jZJI/AAAAAAAAARo/MR0CIlYsAyA/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519455773532578962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Billy surprised me with a weekend getaway to VEGAS! How could you not love Vegas.... Buffets, shopping, swimming and funny drunk people.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkM-lENz3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SbMC547mKLQ/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519457087560470386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Bellagio Buffet</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkNrGNrssI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-DHPYXO0o-s/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519457852372792002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Don't worry about the fact that I tried ten different animals at the buffet. Not going Vegetarian anytime soon:)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkM0hamIsI/AAAAAAAAARw/azKC1BDmsIE/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519456914781905602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkOYGiwQZI/AAAAAAAAASg/UQ3vZiwUoWM/s1600/IMG_1262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkOYGiwQZI/AAAAAAAAASg/UQ3vZiwUoWM/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519458625555284370" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last Wednesday a friend from the gym offered me her bib number for the Logan Marathon because she hurt her knee. F-R-E-E marathon um yes please. The longest run I had done for a while was 15 miles so I was a little nervous. We went up to Logan on Friday and stayed with Preston and Shawnee. Paige and Jordan came over and we partied. Billy was lucky enough to hear about our favorite high school memories....it was so fun! We woke up at five the next morning and Billy drove me to the buses. The marathon was perfect. It was absolutely beautiful, the leaves in the canyon were changing colors and the temperature was perfect. I made a new P.R. of 3 hours 4 minutes. I took first in my age group and won some money and a trophy. I loved not having to pay for the race... why do we pay other people to run I will never understand:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkN-yVD5zI/AAAAAAAAASY/8WbNTZHmM-s/s1600/IMG_1266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkN-yVD5zI/AAAAAAAAASY/8WbNTZHmM-s/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519458190632412978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkNe4Z_v6I/AAAAAAAAASI/IyYkyjz9OEc/s1600/IMG_1219.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkNe4Z_v6I/AAAAAAAAASI/IyYkyjz9OEc/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519457642507911074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Paulina's bachelorette party at the cheesecake factory. Definitely a good time. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkNQzhVwKI/AAAAAAAAASA/DKKAYbI7E2I/s1600/IMG_1216.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TJkNQzhVwKI/AAAAAAAAASA/DKKAYbI7E2I/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519457400678367394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks a lot Jessie for leaving us. We went to the Tree Room in Sundance for a farewell dinner. Pretty sure we were there for at least three hours. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well thats it for the next five months until I post again. </div><div style="text-align: center;">To my favorite blogs: Would you mind posting more often, like at least three times a week. Thanks</div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-7610854859670484422010-07-11T17:52:00.000-07:002010-07-11T22:02:55.346-07:00Summer Highlights thus Far!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDqWIV475VI/AAAAAAAAARY/4LXoS25J9S8/s1600/IMG_0626.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDqWIV475VI/AAAAAAAAARY/4LXoS25J9S8/s320/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492867765590811986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some people can't stand having nothing to do (like a job or school). Other people, like me, are fine not working, sleeping in and just hanging out all day every day. I think I could do this forever but I guess three months will have to do. Billy had school spring semester but took the summer off. Party! Our summer so far has included a lot of laziness, scooter rides, fireworks on our roof, softball games galore, bbq's, weddings, criminal minds, and Billy's birthday celebration (I am obsessed with making birthdays a huge deal). We left on Friday for AZ to visit my brother. We ate a lot, had pool time, went to a diamondback game and laughed the entire time. When Dan and Billy get together they demature 10 years (according to Jamie:) and are constantly joking. Now we are in California for the next month staying at Billy's parents. Have I ever mentioned I LOVE my in-laws. Here are some pictures of what we have been doing.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDqTBc5SzSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Vx8tCZpLIoA/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDqTBc5SzSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Vx8tCZpLIoA/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492864348677393698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My new favorite hippie restaurant, "Pita Jungle." Best Portabella Mushroom Burger ever.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDp9_ih1YXI/AAAAAAAAARI/iDZB4ASMScw/s1600/Wedding+31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDp9_ih1YXI/AAAAAAAAARI/iDZB4ASMScw/s320/Wedding+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492841226085687666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">KATIE'S MARRIED!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDp8eAAth-I/AAAAAAAAARA/WItfAMRcUB4/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDp8eAAth-I/AAAAAAAAARA/WItfAMRcUB4/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492839550372644834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Love my high school besties. Timpanogos tennis team reunion ha.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDps9QaPySI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/e0TXSd9SVFg/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDps9QaPySI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/e0TXSd9SVFg/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492822495164614946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">B-$$$ made a special birthday rap for Billy outside of the 7-11. He was thrilled.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDps8xC4k3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fxuZhFrKZq0/s1600/IMG_0587.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDps8xC4k3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fxuZhFrKZq0/s320/IMG_0587.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492822486745125746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Billy is a little too close with his friends.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDps8RJ-5fI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7ahjBKUVt-I/s1600/IMG_0582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDps8RJ-5fI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7ahjBKUVt-I/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492822478184965618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls at Billy's surprise ice cream party.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDprOYEmy3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/kHlN_bz34gk/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDprOYEmy3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/kHlN_bz34gk/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492820590255852402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Goodwood Birthday Dinner</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDprN6inU_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8YvPs3fRQcU/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDprN6inU_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8YvPs3fRQcU/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492820582328652786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oregano's in AZ. Pizza, Subs and a Pazookie. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDpp39d2mUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n3pHyDFKM1M/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TDpp39d2mUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n3pHyDFKM1M/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492819105645238594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Diamondback's game. They won! Jamie is due in 3 weeks.</div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-75411278518437499572010-06-17T10:34:00.000-07:002010-06-17T10:39:45.188-07:00It's gonna be awhile.<div style="text-align: center;">My favorite thing about teaching is the hilarious things that students do. As I was teaching about drunk driving a student came up in front of the class while I was teaching and in a loud whisper said, "I am going to the bathroom and its going to be AWHILE. I just wanted to tell you that so you don't think I am skipping when I don't come back for awhile." The whole class heard and they were so nice to wait to laugh until after he left. They are more mature than I am because I started laughing right away. </div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-40815776220646726872010-06-13T10:46:00.000-07:002010-06-14T09:23:33.101-07:00Numero Dos<div><div style="text-align: center; ">It is my summer vacation!! One of the best reasons to be a teacher is summer!! Even though I still go in and work a few times a week at the school and I am teaching summer school for the next two weeks, I have loved being able to sleep in everyday and hang out with Billy/friends/family in the middle of the day!! I also love being able to eat breakfast and lunch at home.... I know that sounds strange but during the school year I am never able to sit down and really enjoy my meals without students around or grading at the same time. I should probably start lesson planning because next year I am teaching health, drivers ed, civics, PE, world civ/geography and student government. I will also be coaching cross country and in charge of Breakfast Club (a girls self-esteem workshop). That's what you have to do these days in order to have a teaching job... stupid economy.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">About a month ago a friend told me she could no longer to the Utah Valley Marathon after she had already paid and wanted to know if I wanted to do it. I don't know what I was thinking but I immediately got online and transferred her bib number to me. I trained over the last month (indoors on a treadmill, not because it is cold but I am scared to death of running by myself after that girl got raped and nearly killed on the provo trail). I think I worked on carb loading more than I did on training:) Making brownies at ten at night and explaining to Billy that I am carb loading the week before the race is a little much I think. I was planning on riding the bus to the starting line but Billy insisted he drive me there at 4:15 AM. It was raining and 43 degrees. Why do people pay money to do this to themselves? At the starting line I was standing next to two men from Kenya. The prize money was a lot so this race attracted a lot of elite athletes. The first half was emotionally exhausting. I was soaked, freezing, tired and felt lonely in the dark canyon (the first 18 miles) but once I reached the bottom of the canyon and saw my Mom, Laura and Billy it was fun again and I was able to push myself. The race finished at the Provo mall. I finished in 3 hours and 8 minutes. I took first in my age group. This race was so well organized and they had so many more aid stations stocked with gels, food, gatorade. I can't say I enjoyed the first half but the second half really was fun.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWzvXBqAOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ygeNizM604c/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWzvXBqAOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ygeNizM604c/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482485747609632994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The fan crew.... Billy is taking the picture</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWzunPPOAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o41q3Y0kjl8/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+40.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWzunPPOAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o41q3Y0kjl8/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482485734781696002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">1 of 3 blood blisters from running in the rain (the other ones were worse).</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWxKsGrkeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AALy7_2lNGs/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+20.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWxKsGrkeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/AALy7_2lNGs/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482482918589436386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;">Finish line</div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWwMKppMxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OOk5IuPHkSw/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+14.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBWwMKppMxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OOk5IuPHkSw/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481844457386770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The race went right in front of our house... I was tempted to just run inside and go to bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBUd3pIC9sI/AAAAAAAAAPY/M5FiSejLgzA/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+49.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/TBUd3pIC9sI/AAAAAAAAAPY/M5FiSejLgzA/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482320963163059906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-84578046871301540962010-05-09T13:09:00.001-07:002010-05-09T13:46:22.715-07:00ONE YEAR!!!<div style="text-align: center;">It has already been one year since I married my bestie!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cYAejDKAI/AAAAAAAAANw/PcMHHvNgymA/s1600/Wedding-6706.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cYAejDKAI/AAAAAAAAANw/PcMHHvNgymA/s320/Wedding-6706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469366668943894530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We have the easiest anniversary ever to remember.... CINCO de MAYO! Since our anniversary was on a weekday we decided to celebrate our Mexican Holiday on Wednesday and celebrate our anniversary on the weekend. We went to Diego's for some taquitos on Wednesday night. Billy loves Mexican food but I am never in the mood for it..... I think that just knowing it was a Mexican Holiday made me crave it (I am strange).</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cYUHAhVAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2SDo7Z_RenA/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG"><br /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cZYyrOz6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SyGzHHeb9hA/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cZYyrOz6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SyGzHHeb9hA/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469368186175410082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Friday night we went to the usual hang out spot, Pizza Pie Cafe, with Rachelle, Dallas and Shelly. Yes, we were there for nearly 3 hours laughing. Saturday we headed up to Salt Lake and walked around the gateway! I don't know what it is about an outdoor mall but I just love the atmosphere. Billy always has to hold me back from jumping in the fountain. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cYUHAhVAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2SDo7Z_RenA/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cYUHAhVAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2SDo7Z_RenA/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cYUHAhVAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2SDo7Z_RenA/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469367006222439426" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Next stop, Little America Hotel. My family used to eat Thanksgiving every year there and I have always loved it. Our room came with a goodie bag and also dinner and breakfast. It was PERFECT. We went swimming, ate lots of treats, and watched Nitro Circus (yes, I am an MTV junkie) until 1:30 a.m. The whole weekend I kept thinking how amazing it is that you really can fall more and more in love with someone. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was so nice just getting away from everything for 24 hours. Including the mouse (Herbie) that has been living in our house for the last 4 days. We thought we would come home to find him in one of the 6 mouse traps but no he is still alive and kicking. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Random pictures over the last year:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-ce5JFUHdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/N-18z_6kw5s/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-ce5JFUHdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/N-18z_6kw5s/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469374239504342482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-ce5lvMQjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wu-XrVQT2No/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-ce5lvMQjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wu-XrVQT2No/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469374247196181042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cdmn36UZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rqc64Yi7BVM/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cdmn36UZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rqc64Yi7BVM/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469372821840482706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cdngazroI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sx56Evdo8jc/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cdngazroI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sx56Evdo8jc/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469372837019233922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cc0VerHzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dl-Dpqwdq_o/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S-cc0VerHzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dl-Dpqwdq_o/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469371957909331762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-77421703169069625902010-04-26T18:12:00.000-07:002010-04-26T18:16:39.188-07:00She's Back........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S9Y66mwK8RI/AAAAAAAAANo/kitM4g6BAF8/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S9Y66mwK8RI/AAAAAAAAANo/kitM4g6BAF8/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464619976370090258" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It is official. Scoo Scoo has re-entered our lives. Even though Billy used her during the winter to get to school (when there wasn't too much snow) it feels like it has been eternity since our joy rides in the sun. It is now time for her to be used for Billy/Janae Adventures in Provo. I have been looking forward to this day for so long. Scoo Scoo makes me feel so alive. It is going to be a good summer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-24932097886680218392010-04-18T13:32:00.000-07:002010-04-18T14:39:57.960-07:00salt lake marathon 4/17<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4iSDIfNI/AAAAAAAAANg/k5QV09iSYWM/s1600/IMG_0528.JPG.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4iSDIfNI/AAAAAAAAANg/k5QV09iSYWM/s320/IMG_0528.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461591503472721106" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wow! I haven't posted in a LONG time. Get ready for picture overload:)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Doing a marathon has always been one of my biggest goals. I decided in January that it was time to finally do it! Training is a long process especially when you live in Utah and the weather forces you to do your long runs on the treadmill. The golds gym members and employees probably think I am psycho due to the fact that I would sing out loud, get emotional watching Oprah and bring a meal to eat as I ran for three hours straight during the training process. Many blood blisters, missing toenails (TMI???) and chaffing experiences later it finally came down to the last two weeks of training. I decided that I wasn't going to run during my tapering period except for one five-miler. I did spin, some weight training and the elliptical but I felt like my body was feeling really warn down from so much running. Not only that but I really do enjoy being lazy and during my spring break I made sure to be located on my couch as much as possible. The day before the marathon Billy and I made sure to be extra lazy. We ate a lot (I don't believe in carb loading but more like calorie loading), we watched a lot of TV and finally went up to Salt Lake to pick up the bib and walk around the expo. P.S. Billy has been the most supportive husband through all of this. He was always so interested in my runs and making sure to get me the best shoes/running accessories etc. He was supposed to have a scheduled final during the race but he did everything he could and got the professor to allow him to take it later so he could be there.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Neither of us slept very well that night but we woke up at 4:50 AM and we were both in really good moods and full of energy. We hurried and grabbed breakfast (cinnamon sugar bagel from Einsteins and almond butter) and rushed up to Draper to pick up my aunt and cousin who were doing the half. I am so happy that they decided to run this race with me because they are HILARIOUS!! They really calmed my nerves and made me forget what I was about to do as we (including Billy) waited at the starting line for 45 minutes. The gun went off and I started to make my way through huge herds of people. Being a marathon virgin I made sure to read a lot of articles and stories about making sure to save your energy for the the last half and to take it easy at the beginning. About 1/2 a mile into it I thought, "That's lame....why make myself go slow when my body and mind feel so fresh and I have so much energy." Billy, Danny and Shelly were the BEST cheerleaders ever! They came to 7 different areas and took so many pictures. It gave me a boost of energy every time I saw them (along with the no-doze and other legal aids that I took:). My dad and sister also were at mile 20 and the finish line. Rachelle even ran next to me for a little while. The weather was PERFECT and the route was really gorgeous! I think I am addicted to marathons. I hit the wall HARD at mile 23 and it was by far my slowest mile.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I finished in 3 hours and 20 minutes. 10 minutes faster than my goal for the race and 20 minutes faster than I needed to in order to qualify for Boston. I took first place for my age group and 45/1007 (including men). Every time I passed a man running that looked like he was a hard core runner I got the biggest high ha! They probably thought I was going to burn out ha! I don't have a competitive bone in me;)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay this is way to much typing so time for pictures. P.S. I am really sore! P.P.S I need to learn how to run and drink gatorade at the same time. I was a sticky mess by the end.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4cC1-klI/AAAAAAAAANY/FbNMrNFngWg/s1600/DSC_4011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4cC1-klI/AAAAAAAAANY/FbNMrNFngWg/s320/DSC_4011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461591396311798354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously the best part of the race was seing him along the way!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4OJUDieI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S0NB4gSZ-9E/s1600/DSC_3972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4OJUDieI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S0NB4gSZ-9E/s320/DSC_3972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461591157530397154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I look really happy, once again people thought I was crazy. Please note I didn't post pictures during miles 22-26! I looked like I was going to kill someone.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4Ha20S3I/AAAAAAAAANI/q41O76d5Cds/s1600/DSC_4003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4Ha20S3I/AAAAAAAAANI/q41O76d5Cds/s320/DSC_4003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461591041980517234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4AmwM4SI/AAAAAAAAANA/KwVPE1IrEPs/s1600/DSC_4008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t4AmwM4SI/AAAAAAAAANA/KwVPE1IrEPs/s320/DSC_4008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590924914909474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Making sure I was keeping pace:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t363kjHuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LZfRrQxPs_w/s1600/DSC_4073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t363kjHuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LZfRrQxPs_w/s320/DSC_4073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590826350223074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t31fdbQGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8jSdAY-cLoE/s1600/DSC_4144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t31fdbQGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8jSdAY-cLoE/s320/DSC_4144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590733978550370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Water boy</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3vEQctsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TkMwtLO388o/s1600/DSC_4187.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3vEQctsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TkMwtLO388o/s320/DSC_4187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590623597147842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3lpg_PTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xpsTg-3uCws/s1600/DSC_4225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3lpg_PTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xpsTg-3uCws/s320/DSC_4225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590461799939378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sprint towards finish line..... Yeah that is a painful look!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3aqw8lZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fcflmahqj9o/s1600/DSC_4239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3aqw8lZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fcflmahqj9o/s320/DSC_4239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590273156748690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I collapsed to the ground after the finish line. It was the weirdest feeling...I felt like all of the muscles in my leg detached from the bones and became jello.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3RUMXLiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3j3D0YAMlGc/s1600/DSC_4253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3RUMXLiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3j3D0YAMlGc/s320/DSC_4253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590112478899746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">DAD!! Mom wasn't able to come because she has been really sick with allergies... but she was able to watch me from the GPS on her computer. She followed me the entire time and she told me that at times she was crying, and yelling out loud at the computer to cheer me on.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3ME8P9OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LhFOC8aYA0g/s1600/DSC_4269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3ME8P9OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LhFOC8aYA0g/s320/DSC_4269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590022485439714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The gorgeous sister and me. No I did not eat four creamies right after I finished.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3GEN03uI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zRpYEF9isPE/s1600/DSC_4285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3GEN03uI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zRpYEF9isPE/s320/DSC_4285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461589919211511522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3AGq31FI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qOPc5zhKBps/s1600/DSC_4248.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t3AGq31FI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qOPc5zhKBps/s320/DSC_4248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461589816790996050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">For some reason I cried a few times a long the way and especially at the end. I felt my Grandad (who loved running/coaching track) was there cheering me on:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2qV2B0AI/AAAAAAAAALw/4i1brLNUA00/s1600/DSC_4269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2qV2B0AI/AAAAAAAAALw/4i1brLNUA00/s320/DSC_4269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461589442907197442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yep, he's mine:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2iNPYwUI/AAAAAAAAALo/6LqhnpZGNSg/s1600/DSC_4283.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2iNPYwUI/AAAAAAAAALo/6LqhnpZGNSg/s320/DSC_4283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461589303158686018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite running buddies! Aunt Laura and Erin</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2YzR4JDI/AAAAAAAAALg/iDWvkFY7hDw/s1600/DSC_4329.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2YzR4JDI/AAAAAAAAALg/iDWvkFY7hDw/s320/DSC_4329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461589141570987058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Going up to get my medal for first place wahoo!!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2PrRuYII/AAAAAAAAALY/reXRk-ivb88/s1600/DSC_4351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S8t2PrRuYII/AAAAAAAAALY/reXRk-ivb88/s320/DSC_4351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461588984804040834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Admiring the shininess:)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to run in the BOSTON marathon next April. I am already looking at plane tickets!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that school is almost over I will be blogging a lot more. Hope everyone is doing amazing!!!</div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-43868395894460324192010-02-12T10:25:00.000-08:002010-02-12T10:30:48.759-08:00Every now and then....<div style="text-align: center;">I get a tad bit frustrated with a student and all I have to do to be in a good mood again is look at this picture. He makes me happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S3WeFPHOo1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/iLKTSe3nq54/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S3WeFPHOo1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/iLKTSe3nq54/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437425937913127762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px; " /></a></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-9391841959805439752010-01-26T07:05:00.000-08:002010-01-26T07:09:02.303-08:00Is it raining or something?<div style="text-align: center;">So a few weeks ago I came home from a STRESSFULL/HECTIC day of school and Billy asked me if it was raining or something? No, I replied it is actually sunny with blue skies. Once I looked in the mirror I knew why he asked me that question. My bangs looked completely drenched....gross. I guess this is what stress will do to you. Also it gives you acne like a 14 year old boy (I will spare you the picture). Bye Bye</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S18FdgLCTCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bpDMH9_NZn4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S18FdgLCTCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bpDMH9_NZn4/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431065680042675234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-61013655297558364072010-01-21T08:01:00.001-08:002010-01-21T08:20:14.999-08:00What is happening to me?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br />Oh the good old days of caffeine. 6 months ago I quit soda cold turkey and I have noticed so many benefits of this decision until last night. I remember the days of finals week going through my 24 pack of diet coke like it was nothing or Jessie and I drinking a nice big cold caffeinated beverage from the 7-11 right before going to bed and not being effected whatsoever (besides the wonderful bubbly/burning sensation as it goes down your throat). But last night was not worth my body getting over its caffeine addiction anymore. Every now and then I throw down a crystal light energy drink before a workout but that is in the morning. At about 6 last night I decided to have one in between my run and teaching spin. Sure I was crazy hyper during my workout but for some reason that hyperness (yes, I did make up that word) didn't wear off until 2:30 AM!!!! I tried everything from counting down from 300 in multiples of 3 (I read somewhere that worked) to reading my book (bad idea because I am really into it and if anything it was making me even less tired) to watching the entire movie Mean Girls on my phone. It wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that I had to wake up at 5:30 this morning. I am a little out of it but so looking forward to my bed, watching the bachelor and napping at exactly 5 pm 1/21/10.<div><br /></div><div>P.S That is NOT our bed, and yes I was looking up comfy beds on google images counting down the minutes until nap time.<br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S1h-hMsdkXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y1rPEVdqsO0/s1600-h/comfy_bed1258799600.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S1h-hMsdkXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y1rPEVdqsO0/s320/comfy_bed1258799600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429228459603628402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></div></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-83892613038778182962009-12-20T12:32:00.000-08:002010-01-15T11:28:37.022-08:00Before Billy I Never..........<div style="text-align: center;">1. Ate bedtime snacks of pretzels/cheezits/cereal in bed</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Took a multivitamin</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Kept a credit card for 6 months before I lost it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Cleaned up a dead spider </div><div style="text-align: center;">5. Read books for fun</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. Put my car keys in the same place after use (k I am still working on that)</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Listened to Taylor Swift </div><div style="text-align: center;">8. Got excited about Apple coming out with a new product</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. Ate hamburgers very often let alone bacon</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. Watched an ENTIRE football game</div><div style="text-align: center;">11. Shaved my legs in the winter (not that Billy does that)</div><div style="text-align: center;">12. Knew how to whistle (took me three times to spell that right ha)</div><div style="text-align: center;">13. Was so hopeful and happy </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S0zYrrTfRvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EX-H32AnPig/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S0zYrrTfRvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EX-H32AnPig/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425949895945045746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess its pretty fun trying to be like your best friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S This is the back of Billy's new shirt, I laugh so hard every time he wears it....nerd alert:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S0zYGSBf4bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qI7PmtdhJ5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/S0zYGSBf4bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qI7PmtdhJ5Y/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425949253503541682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-26246076261200273932009-12-16T09:53:00.000-08:002009-12-16T10:44:59.207-08:00I know it's Christmas time but......I am a little ashamed but I just emailed my husband my birthday wish list. It is still 59 days away but I get a little excited. Plus I already picked out my Christmas presents in a stop to Nordstrom. Don't feel bad for Billy I already have all of his Christmas presents and I already know what I want to get for his birthday in July before I started thinking about what I want for my Birthday. Still how did I get so lucky with such a selfless husband. New Years Resolution #1: Stop online shopping during school and stop counting down days until my Birthday (I have done this since I learned how to count). <div>Here are a few of my favorites.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img class="styleOutfitCollectionImage3" alt="Steve Madden 'Cybul' Boot" src="http://g.nordstromimage.com/imagegallery/store/product/Medium/9/_5876649.jpg" /><img class="styleOutfitCollectionImage3" alt="Lush Rosette Appliquéd Tee (Juniors)" src="http://g.nordstromimage.com/imagegallery/store/product/Medium/7/_5973787.jpg" /><img class="styleOutfitCollectionImage3" alt="TOMS 'Classic' Canvas Slip-On (Women)" src="http://g.nordstromimage.com/imagegallery/store/product/Medium/2/_5940942.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. Cute story....</div><div style="text-align: center;">So about a month and a half ago Billy and I were at a football game when I noticed a girl with an amazing headband/beanie/ear warmer. I told Billy that I must have that. I forgot about it but Billy researched Etsy and asked girls on campus that were wearing one where they got it. He surprised me on Friday with an early Christmas present.... a purple and a red headband. So stinkin thoughtful!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com//il_155x125.110710193.jpg" alt="Thick Burnt Orange Knit Flower Headband. Can also be worn as a Neckwarmer Buy 2 and SAVE" width="155" height="125" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-6116252047922866532009-12-14T09:05:00.000-08:002009-12-14T10:16:25.026-08:00How much is too much?<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This entry is completely ridiculous…read at your own risk. When does hot chocolate cross the line from not so bad for you to half of your daily caloric intake/addiction? I am worried I am teetering on a thin line and I don’t want to end up at weekly HCA meetings. I could blame this ‘problem’ on -3 degree weather but to be honest I think I could drink hot choco<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;font-size:large;">late all year long. So is it weird that I drink on average four-five glasses of hot chocolate a day? How much is too much? How much hot chocolate do you drink?</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:OVwjv2jf_5CMrM:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/18/Hot_chocolate.jpg" width="150" height="106" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:aduo1K7gzPqiFM:http://thedailyrandonneur.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/hot-chocolate.jpg" width="107" height="143" /><img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:qQSgoSIE_V_X_M:http://holaminora.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/hot-chocolate-ck-521720-l.jpg" width="116" height="116" /><img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:G1KnvzKhUdfemM:http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Original_Photo/2007/10/23/1193151889_8428.jpg" width="122" height="127" /><img style="border:1px solid;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:K6VYOFNdx7XmdM:http://www.perfectcoffeeatwork.com.au/images/Hot%2520Chocolate.JPG" width="150" height="113" /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-49285956393314121022009-11-30T18:16:00.000-08:002009-11-30T18:59:07.245-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This week I….</span></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Played qb at the annual chick bowl.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxR9e-EaYFI/AAAAAAAAAII/AfsNlpqt1f0/s1600/DSC_3087.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxR9e-EaYFI/AAAAAAAAAII/AfsNlpqt1f0/s320/DSC_3087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410087023389859922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Ate Pedros….Billy’s favorite taquito in the world (I submitted this photo to thisiswhyyourfat.com)</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSBQJvCPaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iiXOL-CO56M/s1600/IMG_1880.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSBQJvCPaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iiXOL-CO56M/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410091166869896610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;"><br /></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSBpUvPBxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WPl657VmFtU/s1600/IMG_1877.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSBpUvPBxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WPl657VmFtU/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410091599320254226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Made cupcakes of course along with my first cupcake shake with Jimmy.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSB4I7eYbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cV3TdeBk954/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSB4I7eYbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cV3TdeBk954/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410091853848404402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Mastered weird human tricks. Yes, I can levitate.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxR98e-8hOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3UKljiea8QI/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxR98e-8hOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3UKljiea8QI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410087530441508066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Slept on an air mattress that somehow broke Thanksgiving night after eating so much and woke up on the floor. We already heard all of the fat jokes you can think of please do not leave a fat joke comment.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxR-JbQXGoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mTZ2j1Bd-0E/s1600/DSC_3020.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxR-JbQXGoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mTZ2j1Bd-0E/s320/DSC_3020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410087752779111042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Went running and to the gym with my mother-in-law and Shelly.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Played in the Jacobs tennis tournament. Billy and I took first.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Made up a dance to Miley Cyrus party in the USA</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxWJEtC9WibG3vH9WZKMUTpDuFh_99nvV_txMivIODTGRWkIbT8hDyAMqvfhVsCKu9r1MvyobNK9cQTGkDmPA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Played with photo booth on my computer. I love that I can be myself with my in-laws.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSEzV853hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cNaFD60n2UE/s1600/4-up+on+2009-11-27+at+22.48+%235.gif"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSEzV853hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cNaFD60n2UE/s320/4-up+on+2009-11-27+at+22.48+%235.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410095069979598354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Played ping pong for hours.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSCvdK65fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3-RsIL_R3qw/s1600/DSC_3027.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSCvdK65fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3-RsIL_R3qw/s320/DSC_3027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410092804174702066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Ate Thanksgiving dinner… it was insanely delicious. There was a pie for each person totaling 14.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSCQAXBUUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DYce-uGTWYI/s1600/IMG_1867.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSCQAXBUUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DYce-uGTWYI/s320/IMG_1867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410092263864881474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Had tummy time (this is when you eat too much and for some strange reason laying on your tummy helps so much)</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSBCcc8szI/AAAAAAAAAIg/J329xWN9Ux4/s1600/IMG_1870.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSBCcc8szI/AAAAAAAAAIg/J329xWN9Ux4/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410090931376141106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Found out Dan and Jaime are PREGGERS AHHHH! I like to believe that it is because of me that a new child will be entering into the world. I was the matchmaker.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Enjoyed 80 degree weather.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Watched the office into the wee hours of the night.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Watched the byu game comfortably on the couch with more food than you can imagine and sold our game tickets… time to go shopping.</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSFOnzR_hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I5jdLLEThKw/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSFOnzR_hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I5jdLLEThKw/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410095538627542546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Woke up with this in my bed cuddled up next to me.....</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSEQgCTlzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m0c0ZU8bFZ0/s1600/DSC_3191.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSEQgCTlzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m0c0ZU8bFZ0/s320/DSC_3191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410094471391188786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">-Forgot I had a job back home and didn’t grade/plan a thing even though we are starting the human sexuality unit and I have so much preparation to do</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">Overall, it was pretty much one of my favorite weeks ever. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Monaco;">Isn't he the hottest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span></p><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSD7AN6UxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Nd18H17vNrw/s1600/IMG_0445.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SxSD7AN6UxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Nd18H17vNrw/s320/IMG_0445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410094102072677138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-31661943657979871102009-11-25T15:47:00.000-08:002009-11-25T16:20:04.118-08:00i read a book.....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Skia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Skia;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so i have to admit i am not a big reader. i like it when i find a good book and have time to read but usually i stick to cwtv, abc, house and blogs to entertain me in my spare time. i decided i was going to start reading other than from a computer screen. i told my mom about my goal and she recommended the hunger games to me. she is a smart woman....start me on a young adult/kids book so that i don't quit after chapter one and turn on modern family. guess what...... i loved it! i was hooked. i couldn't put it down. (don't tell billy but i have a slight crush on peeta) it was the perfect combination of an action story and love story. read it now.</span></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sw3F4lU0xoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8vNjrAyu9e4/s1600/HungerGames-701259.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Skia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sw3F4lU0xoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8vNjrAyu9e4/s1600/HungerGames-701259.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sw3F4lU0xoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8vNjrAyu9e4/s320/HungerGames-701259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408196303424636546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Skia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we are in california for turkey day. we got here last night at 9:30 after an eventful road trip consisting of now and laters, house watching, and napping. today we went to the gym and for a run. my mother-in-law is so speedy!! she ended the run in a full out sprint.... she is my hero! we started cooking today and had a ping-pong tournament and i retired as the house champion. yes it is 80 degrees and billy is wearing shorts. it is going to be hard to go back to the snow.... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Skia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pictures will be posted shortly. bye bye.</span></span></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-65744559285325040192009-11-16T07:27:00.001-08:002009-11-16T07:32:26.879-08:00Free Tires for Life=No Bueno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SwFvoz4jD5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OofZmQJwo2s/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SwFvoz4jD5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OofZmQJwo2s/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404723774734143378" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">It all started at Brent Brown, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FF00;">August 4, 2008</span>, deciding whether or not to buy my Jeep.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">The salesman realized they were starting to lose me so they threw in these great deals: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF1D00;">FREE TIRES FOR LIFE</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">, free oil change, free car washes and free air fresheners (yes I was very excited for the new car scent for the rest of my jeeps life).</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">I had hit the jackpot.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FF00;">Sergio</span> (my salesman) realized that he had sold me with these offers.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Side note: Sergio quit the next day don’t ask me why...oh wait probably because he promised things that he couldn’t fulfill.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">I believed I was dealing with a win-win situation.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">I get free tires and they get my mula for the car.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Turns out this was a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#2B00FF;">win-LOSE</span> situation….me being the loser.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">You ask me how?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Tires are so expensive who doesn’t want free tires.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">There was a stipulation in order to receive free tires, every <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FBFF;">3,000</span> miles I had to bring my car in for them to do work performed.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">A new car doesn’t need all this crazy stuff.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Labor is always half the cost.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Who knew that rotating tires and ‘checking’ not changing the air filter would total <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF00B1;">200 DOLLAR</span>S?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">I need to get into the auto repair business because they are making way more money for spinning tires than I do for molding young children’s minds and helping them to become good citizens.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">According to my amazing mathematic skills I have probably paid more in unnecessary maintenance than it would cost seven years down the road for a new set of tires.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Plus he left a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#B57932;">gross grease smudge</span> on the inside of my door.</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-76022353555003350322009-11-05T08:18:00.000-08:002009-11-05T08:33:23.687-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SvL9SJ4C-5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/IpRgQPvvdY4/s1600-h/Wedding-6209.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SvL9SJ4C-5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/IpRgQPvvdY4/s320/Wedding-6209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400657391501114258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie', serif;color:#FF0068;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0068;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">6 Months=180 Days…I think</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Can you believe it Billy?? It has been six months since we got hitched! It really has been the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FF26;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BEST</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> decision I have ever made. I decided to write my favorite memories that I have had with my boy in the last six months. Remember readers I am not doing this to make you think my life is better than yours. I feel like some blogs make me feel like I am not doing enough with my life. Believe me…..Our kind of night is eating frozen burritos/baked potatoes and watching House until we go to bed by ten, but really that is ALL I need to be happy with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#2D22FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BILLY!! </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The night we thought there was a burglar in our house when it really was just my clothes rack falling over. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">2.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Our Mondays together in the summer. Every Monday we both had work off and our days went like this…. Gym, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FF24;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">mountain bike</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, eat, watch Chuck, eat again, make pizza, watch Burn Notice.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">3.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Dancing together at Katies Halloween party. Dancing is more fun when you are married!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">4.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Billy taking care of me after my mouth surgery. Whether tucking me in, getting my meds, buying me popsicles, making smoothies and rubbing my head.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">5.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">California 5k together and watching the bike parade while eating pancakes.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">6.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">When </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#DF00FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Terri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> died in season one of 24, we were both ecstatic. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">7.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Billy fixing the heater</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">8.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Playing games on our iphones in bed Sunday mornings for an hour before church.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">9.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Scooter rides to Utah lake, Smiths or football games.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">10.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Laughing till we cry watching </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Always Sunny </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">11.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> Being on a softball league together. We WILL get shirts next year.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">12.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Using our gift cards from the wedding at restaurants. Why did those have to run out? Feel free to send presents for our 6 month anniversary.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">13.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Watching Billy play with my neices and nephews or listening to my dad talk to him for hours.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">14.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">EVERY morning (not kidding) Billy asks me when we first wake up “</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF5500;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">what can I do for you.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">” That is his first thought.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">15.</span></span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There are so many more but my students are finishing up their projects so I better be a good teacher and teach now ha. Bye bye.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#7066FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Love you BILLY</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie', serif;color:#7066FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Mystie', serif;color:#7066FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SvL9biOXftI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gOij7R1IJHY/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SvL9biOXftI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gOij7R1IJHY/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400657552656006866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-72068245864664545762009-10-29T08:31:00.000-07:002009-10-29T08:44:24.844-07:00Urgent Matter<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sum1bbKOLcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cATOX3z0enA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sum1bbKOLcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cATOX3z0enA/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398045111131975106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#B57932;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Futura;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;">This little bugger was waiting for me at 9:41 pm last night in my bathroom. It is the only place he knew he could get me because he knew I wouldn't be alone anywhere else in the home except for the bathroom. This is an actual picture of the rodent. I am happy to say I survived this ordeal. I soon realized that he was the suicide bomber. He knew that he would be killed so that his friend (pictured below) would not be expected and could attack me later that evening. Yes it is true. That means there were two ginormous spiders waiting for me in my bathroom. Hopefully, you can learn from my mistakes, do not live in a home that has openings to the outside world. In case you didn't hear during the summer there were two live bumble bees waiting for me in my bathroom. Hopefully I will be alive for more posts later.</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sum26iykBnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PIEZiYRoJ4Q/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sum26iykBnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PIEZiYRoJ4Q/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398046745267799666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px; " /></a></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-48625229071555266172009-10-26T07:18:00.000-07:002009-10-26T08:22:24.458-07:00Running=Five Guys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SuWx-3qpbGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EfsaY4IeAN8/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SuWx-3qpbGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EfsaY4IeAN8/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396915422126238818" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Cari';">so saturday i taught spin and went for a thirteen mile run with the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF1700;">sis.</span> and what did i do after that???? i made a beautiful lunch filled with lean proteins, veggies and a half cup of brown rice. YEAH RIGHT!!!! i really went to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#7B00FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Cari';font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;">five guys</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Cari';"> with billy and ate a hamburger and probably close to three serving of fried goodness (french fries). following that, off to the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF00FF;">costco</span> to shop and try every sample numerous times!! never before have they had candy samples at the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Cari';font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;">costco</span></span></span>. i figured if i visited the candy booth in five minute intervals and took a handful of candies explaining they were for my polygamist family in the cereal aisle the man in the hairnet would never notice i kept coming for more. kids, that is how you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFF800;">trick or treat</span>. why must i kill myself off running up the canyon for two hours and intake the same amount of calories burned in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0060;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Pea Cari';font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;">13 minutes?</span></span></span> i guess i will never learn! </span>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-22736251150200310462009-10-22T08:16:00.000-07:002009-10-22T08:41:43.950-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SuB8j2bGA0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CALA8_sWMFQ/s1600-h/Wedding-6710+copy.jpg"></a><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ear today,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why does it have to be the second day of parent teacher conference?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why have I already finished my huge bag of </span></span></span><span style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">cheezits</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (9:17 a.m) that were to last until 8 tonight?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why do I have a parent insisting that Billy and I come over to their house next wednesday to tutor their failing daughter for six hours? and why did he give me her phone number to text her at night to go to bed and every morning telling her to get up and come to school. i do not remember ever having a child with this man and now having to be her </span></span></span><span style="color:#4F6228;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">mother</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why did i wake up to go to the </span></span></span><span style="color:#5F497A;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">gym </span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">at five? i am so tired i can't see straight.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why is the internet slow the days that i am here for </span></span></span><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">thirteen</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> hours?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why do i never remember my classroom is </span></span></span><span style="color:#548DD4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">freezing</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and insist on wearing short sleeved shirts in october.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why can i not come up with the perfect halloween costume?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dear every other day of my life,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why do i love my job so much?!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why does </span></span></span><span style="color:blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">billy</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> know that him dancing in the kitchen after a long day makes me incredibly happy?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">how the heck did i get </span></span></span><span style="color:blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">billy</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why does my mom still do my </span></span></span><span style="color:#4F6228;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">laundry</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> for me because she knows i hate doing laundry?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why did we get an amazing little </span></span></span><span style="color:#215868;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">house</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to live in that is dirt cheap? and why does our landlord continually pay for our heating/water bills?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why do i have amazing friends in my life that still like me even though i am married? ha</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why am i so dang </span></span></span><span style="color:yellow;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">happy</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why am i so lucky to have the </span></span></span><span style="color:#660066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">gospel</span></span></span><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> in my life?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sincerely,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Janae Jacobs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#1D1B11;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/SuB8j2bGA0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CALA8_sWMFQ/s320/Wedding-6710+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395449308936274754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi- font-family:Georgia;font-size:16.0pt;color:#1D1B11;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi- font-family:Georgia;font-size:16.0pt;color:#1D1B11;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-50273199496450396102009-10-17T18:43:00.000-07:002009-10-17T19:24:24.848-07:00Fall Tradition<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande";font-family:";font-size:16.0pt;color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Stp36TWbHVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/A-UAUB--yYc/s320/IMG_0424.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393755347240033618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Every Fall I convince </span></span><span style="font-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">billy</span></span><span style="font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande";font-family:";color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> that we need to take a trip up the canyon to look at the leaves.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">At the end of our </span></span><span style="font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande";text-transform:uppercase; text-shadow:autofont-family:";color:#943634;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sundance</span></span><span style="font-family: "Hobo Std";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande";font-family:";color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> extravaganza this year he said, “that was pretty painless.”</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He always dreads this tradition but I know deep down he loves staring at dying trees with me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wanted him to collect leaves and start a leaf journal but that was one step too far. This year we traded him going up the canyon (1 hour) for me watching the byu and angel game (5 hours).</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fair trade=you decide.</span></span></p></div></div><div> <!--EndFragment--> <img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Stp5NEQbT5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/C2SdOVd2w64/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756769117491090" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;color:#1D1B11;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Hobo Std'; color: rgb(29, 27, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I got thirsty.</span></span></p></span><p></p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Stp4VTMnEhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/C8OOwi7NY1s/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393755811055342098" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;color:#1D1B11;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;color:#1D1B11;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:";color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Pondering the beauty of his surroundings.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Stp5Xsdfv7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/JRSa7CUiDxA/s1600-h/IMG_0421.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Stp5Xsdfv7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/JRSa7CUiDxA/s320/IMG_0421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756951708417970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande";font-family:";color:#1D1B11;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have been watching way to much </span></span><span style="font-family:";color:#943634;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“America’s Next Top Model.”</span></span><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi- Hobo Std";font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:#1D1B11;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></span><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Hobo Std', serif;color:#1D1B11;"> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Hobo Std";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande";font-family:";font-size:16.0pt;color:#1D1B11;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-37134913885995679792009-10-03T13:52:00.000-07:002009-10-17T18:40:59.469-07:00Rise and Shout the Cougars are Out<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-L3zzhbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fsut0HY5_RY/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"><br /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse9qLv4FFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yDZHXvLCEi4/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse9qLv4FFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yDZHXvLCEi4/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388484011577840722" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:"Hobo Std";mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande";color:#1D1B11">It is </span><span style="font-size:22.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family: "Hobo Std";mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande";color:#943634">football season</span><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande";color:#1D1B11"> and you know what that means in Provo.... BBQ's, traffic, </span><span style="font-size:24.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Hobo Std";mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"; color:#943634">hot chocolate</span><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:"Hobo Std";mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande";color:#1D1B11">, tackles, sno-cones and BYU students unleashing their crazy side once a week. Yes a student was escorted from the stands by a police officer for throwing a paper airplane last night. Billy and I got all-sports passes this year (our third football season together I might add) with Danny, Shelly and a bunch of friends. Last night BYU played Utah State. Billy and I took the </span><span style="font-size:24.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande";color:#943634">scooter</span><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande";color:#1D1B11"> and got parking ten feet from the stadium, it was amazing! The ride home was a little chilly but so worth it.</span><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Hobo Std";color:#1D1B11"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-L3zzhbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fsut0HY5_RY/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388484590341162418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Hobo Std"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande";color:#1D1B11">In other news Billy has been rocking school. He got a 100% on his physics and calculus midterms and a 96% on his electrical engineering and religions tests. The class average for his calculus test was 67%!!! He is clearly the smartest person I know! He also has been learning about how to program applications for the I-phone so if you have any good ideas on an app you would like let us know! I am still LOVING school. My students are the best. It is so fun to get to know their personalities and how they learn best. I have a job that I look forward to getting up in the morning to go to! I started drivers ed. also and I was worried I wouldn't like it but it turns out it is so fun, and we have only had one minor accident ha! Next week I will be having a gum graft so I will be on an all liquid/really soft food diet. Feel free to join me for a weekend filled of movies, milkshakes and pudding. Bye bye for now.</span><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Hobo Std"; color:#1D1B11"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-M8udj5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/S07RawFyDkA/s1600-h/IMG_0412.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-M8udj5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/S07RawFyDkA/s320/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388484608840798098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-MUnumaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UBE_F4dhbnE/s1600-h/IMG_0407.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-MUnumaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UBE_F4dhbnE/s320/IMG_0407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388484598075136418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-L3zzhbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fsut0HY5_RY/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-L3zzhbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fsut0HY5_RY/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nBd1SJCvT7w/Sse-L3zzhbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fsut0HY5_RY/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"></a></div></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261007201028281.post-46682362263288087992009-08-20T08:58:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:54:54.255-07:00The bell rung!!!Wow! Who knew teaching was this much work! We started faculty meetings and moving into our new school last monday and I started teaching this Monday and so far it has been the best job I have ever had. It has definitely been the hardest job I have ever had but the best things in life take time and dedication. My classroom is set up and more organized than it will ever be. Yesterday, as a school we went up the Spanish Fork Canyon to do service projects. I ended up cleaning a park restroom that hasn't been cleaned for four years. I am trying to forget the experience but at the same time I am so proud of my students for being such hard workers and positive throughout the experience. Honestly, there really is something different about this high school. This week the students rotate from class to class learning the different habits of highly effective people, participating in social activities and my class (6 most important decisions you will ever make). I know I sound cheesy but I really feel like my students are 'getting it.' I love watching their ahaaa moments when they really finally understand that they are in control of their lives and they have the power to choose which path they take in life. As you can tell I absolutely love it. <div>Billy has had this past week off. This makes me so happy because for as long as I have known him (2 years) he has been working at MetalMart and working so hard in school full-time! It is a much needed break for him. During his week off he has still stayed very productive (unlike me catching up on every movie at redbox on my days off) He has cleaned the house, made bread, registered my car, helped me with my classroom, bought things for my classroom, errands, fixed his bike, rock climbing, gym, and rub my tired back! He honestly is the best!! Life is good!</div><div><br /></div>Janae and Bil Bilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184080582457935297noreply@blogger.com1