<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651</id><updated>2011-08-14T07:13:15.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families are Forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6060294485376663972</id><published>2010-04-25T11:08:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:22:02.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpenter Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carpenter Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt; was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; this year!  Uncle Chuck and Aunt Sharla did a TERRIFIC job of entertaining everyone!  We held the party at a park on the 3rd Saturday in December...everyone brought soup and a dessert to share!  Aunt Sharla provided the entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu1cgpsWvI/AAAAAAAADwo/gkx6n2TY8-8/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu1cgpsWvI/AAAAAAAADwo/gkx6n2TY8-8/s400/IMG_4165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520205269678447346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three legged racing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu0nmTeZmI/AAAAAAAADwY/giA-suV599c/s1600/IMG_4182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu0nmTeZmI/AAAAAAAADwY/giA-suV599c/s400/IMG_4182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520204360662804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney being brave and trying out the tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu0n1YvWuI/AAAAAAAADwg/Xv8D55IWnSw/s1600/IMG_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu0n1YvWuI/AAAAAAAADwg/Xv8D55IWnSw/s400/IMG_4189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520204364711418594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling down the hill in a tube!  The tube was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;!  Everyone that tried it(not me!) had a FUN time...when the "big" boys got in the tube rolled for a long ways!  Meghan was our tropper..she would run down the hill(never got in the tube) and make sure everyone was OK..then she would run back up the hill to report!  It was Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu0nHI7SSI/AAAAAAAADwQ/RLQjxCxaYPI/s1600/IMG_4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu0nHI7SSI/AAAAAAAADwQ/RLQjxCxaYPI/s400/IMG_4169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520204352297060642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacks races were great!  Some didn't quite fit in the sacks...but it didn't stop us from racing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FUN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEMORABLE&lt;/span&gt; party we had...can't wait til next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6060294485376663972?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6060294485376663972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6060294485376663972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6060294485376663972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6060294485376663972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/carpenter-christmas-party.html' title='Carpenter Christmas Party'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu1cgpsWvI/AAAAAAAADwo/gkx6n2TY8-8/s72-c/IMG_4165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-8512900905663742038</id><published>2010-04-25T11:08:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:09:08.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Assembly Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>The school has quarterly PERFECT ATTENDANCE assemblies...this one happen to fall right at Christmas Time.  Courtney's class learned a song from Alvin and the Chimpmunks, with actions!  I love this picture of Courtney...she looks like she is ''getting" into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuzJegNFlI/AAAAAAAADwI/d-OTIw9aero/s1600/IMG_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuzJegNFlI/AAAAAAAADwI/d-OTIw9aero/s400/IMG_4157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520202743661008466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney receiving her Award for PERFECT attendance from Principal Monty Williams!&lt;br /&gt;Way to GO Courtney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuzJPWjGhI/AAAAAAAADwA/z-C0ayccYqE/s1600/IMG_4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuzJPWjGhI/AAAAAAAADwA/z-C0ayccYqE/s400/IMG_4162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520202739593976338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-8512900905663742038?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8512900905663742038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=8512900905663742038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8512900905663742038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8512900905663742038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-assembly-christmas-program.html' title='School Assembly Christmas Program'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuzJegNFlI/AAAAAAAADwI/d-OTIw9aero/s72-c/IMG_4157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7683088197421498952</id><published>2010-04-25T11:07:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:27:31.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures with Santa</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS wouldn't be complete with some pictures with Santa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney trying to hold Cashlyn for a quick pic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu3yCUwthI/AAAAAAAADxI/LygTor5SbMk/s1600/IMG_4131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu3yCUwthI/AAAAAAAADxI/LygTor5SbMk/s400/IMG_4131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520207838517966354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Owens Boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu3x5d0CWI/AAAAAAAADxA/bs-uiDtaoYw/s1600/IMG_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu3x5d0CWI/AAAAAAAADxA/bs-uiDtaoYw/s400/IMG_4129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520207836140013922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7683088197421498952?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7683088197421498952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7683088197421498952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7683088197421498952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7683088197421498952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-with-santa.html' title='Pictures with Santa'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJu3yCUwthI/AAAAAAAADxI/LygTor5SbMk/s72-c/IMG_4131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7898010405719535323</id><published>2010-04-25T11:07:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:03:40.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>This year for the Ward Christmas Party, we imitated the Polar Express... It was lots of fun for the kids to come in their PJ's and ride the train.  We sang Christmas songs and along the way we picked up some special guests..."Joseph and Mary".  It was fun to see all the kids excitement as they stepped on the "train".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuw19NJW6I/AAAAAAAADvg/ONCqbbSvZC8/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuw19NJW6I/AAAAAAAADvg/ONCqbbSvZC8/s400/IMG_4095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520200209281932194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Cashlyn, Seneca and Slade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuxaHZqe2I/AAAAAAAADv4/kitb38VVXe4/s1600/IMG_4096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuxaHZqe2I/AAAAAAAADv4/kitb38VVXe4/s400/IMG_4096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520200830494079842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Courtney and Lauren look SOOOO happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuw1VVT4OI/AAAAAAAADvY/pFb2QgXUU24/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuw1VVT4OI/AAAAAAAADvY/pFb2QgXUU24/s400/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520200198578757858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the train ride, all the children(even the big ones) got to visit Santa and sit on his lap!&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn was scared and didn't even want her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuxZ-pEzII/AAAAAAAADvw/N9rQaIIbvwg/s1600/IMG_4116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuxZ-pEzII/AAAAAAAADvw/N9rQaIIbvwg/s400/IMG_4116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520200828142800002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7898010405719535323?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7898010405719535323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7898010405719535323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7898010405719535323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7898010405719535323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/ward-christmas-party.html' title='Ward Christmas Party'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuw19NJW6I/AAAAAAAADvg/ONCqbbSvZC8/s72-c/IMG_4095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2988556781090397342</id><published>2010-04-25T11:05:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:52:37.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Lights</title><content type='html'>We went to see the Temple lights the Friday after Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuvxVHLnPI/AAAAAAAADvI/tHwGFaWPNRs/s1600/IMG_4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuvxVHLnPI/AAAAAAAADvI/tHwGFaWPNRs/s400/IMG_4006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520199030288391410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuvxPp4P6I/AAAAAAAADvA/CVq2iAe_Ggs/s1600/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuvxPp4P6I/AAAAAAAADvA/CVq2iAe_Ggs/s400/IMG_4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520199028823310242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S9SPyq3WU0I/AAAAAAAADuo/2TW0PWO6Ea4/s1600/IMG_4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S9SPyq3WU0I/AAAAAAAADuo/2TW0PWO6Ea4/s400/IMG_4008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464150348569924418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S9SPyLr8aUI/AAAAAAAADug/3XuvaLsZmKQ/s1600/IMG_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S9SPyLr8aUI/AAAAAAAADug/3XuvaLsZmKQ/s400/IMG_4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464150340200589634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Temple lights were lots of FUN...except there were LOTS of people!  We got to the Temple early and listened to the little talk that was given about how they turn on the lights.  It was really interesting, I have never heard all that before.  One of the highlights of the evening was we got to see Elder Harris.(an elder who was in Heber for a time, then got transferred back to the valley)  I think the kids enjoyed the lights, but with so many people it is really hard to take it all in!  We would have loved to go in the visitor center and see the different Nativities, but it was over crowded. Maybe next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2988556781090397342?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2988556781090397342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2988556781090397342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2988556781090397342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2988556781090397342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/temple-lights.html' title='Temple Lights'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/TJuvxVHLnPI/AAAAAAAADvI/tHwGFaWPNRs/s72-c/IMG_4006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4767450163499805</id><published>2010-01-02T19:51:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:22:55.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>This year we spent Thanksgiving in the Valley with my Mom's side of the family.  I am so grateful we have lots of Uncles, Aunts and cousins who still like to get together and make memories.  We get to have Thanksgiving dinner outside where the weather is nice, and the kids can run on the farm.  Volleyball is always played, and no Thanksgiving dinner would be complete without Grandma's raspberry jello.  I didn't do very well in the picture department this year, but here are some of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AHuSi0XJI/AAAAAAAADtk/NnBiuVnYyX0/s1600-h/November+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AHuSi0XJI/AAAAAAAADtk/NnBiuVnYyX0/s400/November+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422342443187330194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things to be Thankful for...here are just a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;---Temples, I am SO grateful for the ordinances in the Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hal, I am grateful for a my husband who is hardworking, handsome, and helpful!(how's that  for H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;---Ancestors, I am glad I did not have to be a pioneer, but I am grateful for my family who came to America, and then came to SLC because of the truth.  I am proud of my heritage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;---Nature, I am glad for the opportunity to live where all around is beauty.  When I am in Nature, I always feel so free and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;---Kids, I love my kids and I am so happy that I get the opportunity to have 4 beautiful girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sacrifice, How indebted I am for the sacrifice of many on my behalf.  I am truly most grateful for the sacrifice of my Savior, Jesus Christ.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;---Gospel, I am eternally grateful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;---Inspiration, I know lives are touched through inspiration.  I am grateful for leaders and those who inspire my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;---Voices, I am grateful to those who use their voices to lift and touch the hearts of others.  I love to hear music, and I know how powerful a single voice can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;---Imagination, I can dream and think up anything my little heart desires.  I love it when my kids imagine...play pretend...and are so light hearted...imagine if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;---Nativity...I am so thankful for the birth of my Savior. I am glad I can think of the nativity and its meaning for my life.  The Birth of Jesus Christ is the GREATEST blessing anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;---Giving, I can't explain the joy i feel when I serve.  Giving of myself is truly a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4767450163499805?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4767450163499805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4767450163499805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4767450163499805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4767450163499805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanksgiving.html' title='THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AHuSi0XJI/AAAAAAAADtk/NnBiuVnYyX0/s72-c/November+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-893957431966632812</id><published>2010-01-02T19:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:51:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Hal left...</title><content type='html'>Everyone thought I was silly, but before Hal left to Kiabab to hunt for 2 weeks, I had the girls and Dad take a picture.  The girls can never say they didn't get a picture with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AEXMNzZLI/AAAAAAAADtc/PKStbVEt9fc/s1600-h/IMG_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AEXMNzZLI/AAAAAAAADtc/PKStbVEt9fc/s400/IMG_3880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422338747816699058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AEW3_bz3I/AAAAAAAADtU/HP4JiRwG-Wk/s1600-h/IMG_3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AEW3_bz3I/AAAAAAAADtU/HP4JiRwG-Wk/s400/IMG_3872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422338742387724146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AEWqGbh0I/AAAAAAAADtM/qYw4Oc7id_Y/s1600-h/IMG_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AEWqGbh0I/AAAAAAAADtM/qYw4Oc7id_Y/s400/IMG_3873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422338738658969410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-893957431966632812?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/893957431966632812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=893957431966632812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/893957431966632812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/893957431966632812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-hal-left.html' title='Before Hal left...'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/S0AEXMNzZLI/AAAAAAAADtc/PKStbVEt9fc/s72-c/IMG_3880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-128826250035951046</id><published>2009-12-11T07:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:14:08.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I LOVE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;...It is fun to decorate for it, I love getting the girls costumes...I just love it!  So this year is no suprise...the girls look GREAT in their attire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sz-0dNJvOUI/AAAAAAAADtE/bWVa7l_ukhc/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sz-0dNJvOUI/AAAAAAAADtE/bWVa7l_ukhc/s400/Oct-Nov+20091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422250890217077058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea got to dress up 2 times for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.  Once for the tri-ward &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; dance for mutual.  And then again on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.  For the dance she chose to be a WILD CAVE WOMAN...at the dance they always give away prizes...Chelsea has won that prize for the last 3 years, and this year was no exception!  GO CHELSEA!  Then on&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Halloween&lt;/span&gt; she was a Baseball player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sz-0cpauEZI/AAAAAAAADs8/wiAbQguCJCM/s1600-h/IMG_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sz-0cpauEZI/AAAAAAAADs8/wiAbQguCJCM/s400/IMG_3891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422250880624628114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney decided a long time before &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; that she wanted to be a CAVE WOMAN!  She wasn't too sure about how things would look.  While we were at Walmart, I thought about using dog bones for accessories.  So we put them in our cart, and while we were cutting material the lady asked if we were getting things for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. And the girls said yes, we were.  She aked each of them what they were going to be, and Courtney said a CAVE WOMAN, and we are using these dog bones...LOL The lady then told the girls they were lucky they had a creative mom.(well I try to be, and it was a nice compliment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sz-0cUP3sBI/AAAAAAAADs0/-Ejc5JpFDPI/s1600-h/IMG_3892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sz-0cUP3sBI/AAAAAAAADs0/-Ejc5JpFDPI/s400/IMG_3892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422250874941976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn was a CUTE unicorn! She wasn't too shy this year about going around and getting candy.  I love that our ward holds a trunk or treat in the church parking lot!  Makes it easy and fun for MOM's and all the kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-128826250035951046?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/128826250035951046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=128826250035951046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/128826250035951046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/128826250035951046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sz-0dNJvOUI/AAAAAAAADtE/bWVa7l_ukhc/s72-c/Oct-Nov+20091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3107958093328414921</id><published>2009-11-10T10:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:04:57.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Week</title><content type='html'>For Homecoming Week all the schools got together and had Spirit Days to show their TRUE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MUSTANG&lt;/span&gt; colors.   Each day the girls dress up as something different!  It was lots of fun, and I love it that my GIRLS get all into it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmpGbxyp8I/AAAAAAAADsY/4DA1zeyPhiQ/s1600-h/August-Oct+8+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmpGbxyp8I/AAAAAAAADsY/4DA1zeyPhiQ/s400/August-Oct+8+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402535156008527810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of them on different days, which were: CrAzY hAiR day, Career Day, Cowboy day, Pajama day, Sports day, Twin day, and the last day was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MUSTANG&lt;/span&gt; colors day!  It was fun to help my sister Tiffani with her kids as well.  They had fun dressing up;even Devon(big shcoker, was a hawaiian girl, and dressed as a HiPpiE) participated in the action.  The boys' favorite day was cowboy day.  Grandma Baum showed her spirit(even to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TRUE BLUE&lt;/span&gt;) by wearing a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jersey on Sports day.  Chelsea also got to participate in an activity every night at the high school (which is a little much), but I guess the kids have FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3107958093328414921?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3107958093328414921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3107958093328414921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3107958093328414921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3107958093328414921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/spirit-week.html' title='Spirit Week'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmpGbxyp8I/AAAAAAAADsY/4DA1zeyPhiQ/s72-c/August-Oct+8+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6917600126032264374</id><published>2009-11-10T10:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:43:36.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNTING SEASON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE INTERRUPT THIS MARRIAGE FOR HUNTING SEASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmk7DBCsaI/AAAAAAAADsQ/OX0Rd33ZDc0/s1600-h/IMG_3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmk7DBCsaI/AAAAAAAADsQ/OX0Rd33ZDc0/s400/IMG_3686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402530562336534946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal loves to hunt!  I am glad he has a hobby that he is so passionate about!  I just would have never dreamed when I married him, how much hunting really goes on! (so thus the statement up above) The best thing that I can say about HUNTING is that my girls have learned to shoot a gun, and the safety when using one.  They put in for Elk and Deer, and it is a great time to spend with their dad!  I have come to love the outdoors more, and appreciate the "sport" that it is.  I love to be out in the woods with Hal and the girls and see the wildlife.  So here's to another hunting season....the next one start soons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmk616L66I/AAAAAAAADsI/b-JxLc-tkYw/s1600-h/IMG_3685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmk616L66I/AAAAAAAADsI/b-JxLc-tkYw/s400/IMG_3685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402530558818118562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6917600126032264374?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6917600126032264374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6917600126032264374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6917600126032264374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6917600126032264374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunting-season.html' title='HUNTING SEASON!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmk7DBCsaI/AAAAAAAADsQ/OX0Rd33ZDc0/s72-c/IMG_3686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7467560508466550436</id><published>2009-11-10T09:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:30:14.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CaShLyN's BiRtHdAy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmfeWACixI/AAAAAAAADsA/dMUwQDvsYkM/s1600-h/IMG_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmfeWACixI/AAAAAAAADsA/dMUwQDvsYkM/s400/IMG_3637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524571658259218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn celebrated her 2nd Birthday on September 20th.&lt;br /&gt;She loves chocolate, and helped make her own birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;I think she loved the beaters more than the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmfeDKzDsI/AAAAAAAADr4/U1qUrmbHe1A/s1600-h/IMG_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmfeDKzDsI/AAAAAAAADr4/U1qUrmbHe1A/s400/IMG_3649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524566603108034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cashlyn with her cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmfd9MywPI/AAAAAAAADrw/BeKlF1U57bc/s1600-h/IMG_3652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmfd9MywPI/AAAAAAAADrw/BeKlF1U57bc/s400/IMG_3652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524565000863986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cashlyn did a good job blowing out her candles.  She would blow so fast, we had to light the candle several times just to get a picture.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cashlyn thought it was funny, and the other girls tried to tell her not to blow, but she didn't listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmfd4mRTAI/AAAAAAAADro/VhduMt2Z3rE/s1600-h/IMG_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Svmfd4mRTAI/AAAAAAAADro/VhduMt2Z3rE/s400/IMG_3661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524563765545986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cahslyn with her sisters, and gifts.  Courtney(who always gets her own toys to share with others) gave her a play microphone, and some dolls. Cashlyn also got lots of cute clothes from grandparents. We love the new wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love Cashlyn, she is such a cutie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7467560508466550436?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7467560508466550436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7467560508466550436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7467560508466550436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7467560508466550436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/cashlyns-birthday.html' title='CaShLyN&apos;s BiRtHdAy'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SvmfeWACixI/AAAAAAAADsA/dMUwQDvsYkM/s72-c/IMG_3637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-1181596088771910325</id><published>2009-10-26T23:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:16:35.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaPGd422YI/AAAAAAAADrQ/V4iczLr1LOw/s1600-h/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaPGd422YI/AAAAAAAADrQ/V4iczLr1LOw/s400/IMG_3802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397158544715209090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea played on the Freshman volleyball team this year.  Chelsea did a great job, and you could tell by the end of the season she had improved a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea was a "passer".  She got some great passes, and learned to serve open handed.  Chelsea could serve pretty good, she just had to make sure she didn't step on the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea was always happy and encouraging on the court.  She is an outstanding player and a great asset to her team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CHELSEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaPGEAM9dI/AAAAAAAADrA/5GQ7BVSYut0/s1600-h/IMG_3808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaPGEAM9dI/AAAAAAAADrA/5GQ7BVSYut0/s400/IMG_3808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397158537766696402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-1181596088771910325?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1181596088771910325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=1181596088771910325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1181596088771910325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1181596088771910325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaPGd422YI/AAAAAAAADrQ/V4iczLr1LOw/s72-c/IMG_3802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-555039373160500616</id><published>2009-10-26T22:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:07:06.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>We enjoy having the missionaries over...although we don't have them over as often as we should. Elder Harris was a missionary from Hawaii that we all grew to love. Elder Harris and his companion would give lots of service, getting wood and helping people move, whatever they needed to do. Elder Harris was lots of fun, and we enjoyed him in our home. We had 2 "farewell" parties for him. One after conference with the Whitmer's from Young, and the other was the day before he was transfered. We had Brandon, Chelsea, Bethanie, Chalyce over and Hal cooked lunch for everyone. It was great! We miss Elder Harris, but we know he is doing great in Mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaNd6DT2YI/AAAAAAAADqw/VQFiY8EjuNE/s1600-h/IMG_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaNd6DT2YI/AAAAAAAADqw/VQFiY8EjuNE/s400/IMG_3449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397156748388981122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaNduoowJI/AAAAAAAADqo/Kaunnpo6OsU/s1600-h/IMG_3467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaNduoowJI/AAAAAAAADqo/Kaunnpo6OsU/s400/IMG_3467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397156745324314770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaNdaw3xtI/AAAAAAAADqg/yQyYIjA0LJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaNdaw3xtI/AAAAAAAADqg/yQyYIjA0LJ8/s400/IMG_3454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397156739990144722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-555039373160500616?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/555039373160500616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=555039373160500616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/555039373160500616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/555039373160500616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaNd6DT2YI/AAAAAAAADqw/VQFiY8EjuNE/s72-c/IMG_3449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6085545992267162384</id><published>2009-10-26T22:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:25:14.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BaCk tO ScHoOL</title><content type='html'>Chelsea's 1st day as a FRESHMAN!  Yes, it's true her Momma is getting old.  I can't believe that Chelsea is old enough to go to High School!  She was excited to be there, and Chelsea LOVES high school better than JR. High (imagine that)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaDDVZ2tpI/AAAAAAAADqM/zWyPf8rZ9Y0/s1600-h/IMG_3422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaDDVZ2tpI/AAAAAAAADqM/zWyPf8rZ9Y0/s400/IMG_3422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397145296758552210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney's 1st day of 3rd GRADE!  She is growing up so fast, and is becoming a sweet, cute little lady.  Courtney was excited to go to school and have Ms. Duncan as her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaDDX5UJ4I/AAAAAAAADqE/VANYFIvHBYg/s1600-h/IMG_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaDDX5UJ4I/AAAAAAAADqE/VANYFIvHBYg/s400/IMG_3423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397145297427376002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dread when school starts.  I do NOT look forward to early mornings with lots hustle and bustle.  But I love for the girls to go to school, have friends, participate in activities, and get an education.  I love to watch them develop and grow, and I love to attend whatever they are doing!  HOPE THIS YEAR IS A GOOD ONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6085545992267162384?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6085545992267162384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6085545992267162384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6085545992267162384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6085545992267162384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-school.html' title='BaCk tO ScHoOL'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SuaDDVZ2tpI/AAAAAAAADqM/zWyPf8rZ9Y0/s72-c/IMG_3422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3215160074062600479</id><published>2009-08-03T21:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:51:39.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Words</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot of the events of 2008.  There were so many things that happened that year.  There was Good and Bad, Joy and Sorrow, Anger and Hurt, Healing and Peace, Tears and more Tears,  and LOTS OF LOVE! I guess the list could go on and on.  But there is a day that year that will always hold many of those feelings for me, a day that I will never forget, a day that will always be remembered as the day I lost my brown-eyed girl.  So today, I am touched by this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf" height="68" width="160" style="width:160px;height:68px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=26624951&amp;amp;path=2009/08/03&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=160&amp;amp;oh=68"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/26624951" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3215160074062600479?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3215160074062600479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3215160074062600479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3215160074062600479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3215160074062600479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-words.html' title='Perfect Words'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-8509313593587006118</id><published>2009-07-08T19:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:51:21.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be an ANGEL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXCRSNDI/AAAAAAAADpA/fUk0GzhACT4/s1600-h/100_1301.JPG"&gt;Today is Carissa's 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We love her and miss her so much.  Carissa was born earlier in the morning on July 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, after having an emergency C-section.  She was such a chunky baby for us, and had beautiful, big brown eyes.  Carissa was a good baby, and never cried.  She was given the nick name of "baby doll" right from the start. We should have figured that after waiting 5 extra days, and a difficult birth that Carissa wouldn't be ours for very long.  I think she wanted a little more time in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                              &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXCRSNDI/AAAAAAAADpA/fUk0GzhACT4/s1600-h/100_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXCRSNDI/AAAAAAAADpA/fUk0GzhACT4/s400/100_1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Carissa was a very smart little girl.  She learned lots about our family, like our favorite colors(she always said Hal's was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt;), and that 3 of us had brown eyes, and 3 had blue eyes.  Carissa also learned the 1st &amp;amp; 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Articles of Faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXdqrXsI/AAAAAAAADpI/RAx1cia0tcw/s1600-h/100_3401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXdqrXsI/AAAAAAAADpI/RAx1cia0tcw/s400/100_3401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Carissa will be remembered for her big pretty eyes, cute little smile, and for bringing lots of sunshine to our lives.  She is our little princess, and a beautiful ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXlmWHXI/AAAAAAAADpQ/pVX0xdLYPv4/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXlmWHXI/AAAAAAAADpQ/pVX0xdLYPv4/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa will live on forever in our lives, and hearts.  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;July 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2005-May 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-8509313593587006118?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8509313593587006118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=8509313593587006118' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8509313593587006118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8509313593587006118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/born-to-be-angel.html' title='Born to be an ANGEL!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SlVbXCRSNDI/AAAAAAAADpA/fUk0GzhACT4/s72-c/100_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3501270422488827549</id><published>2009-05-30T23:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:14:30.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea's 8th grade Promotion</title><content type='html'>Chelsea promoted from 8th grade.  Now she is a FRESHMAN! Way to go Chelsea.  We are so proud of her, Chelsea is a beautiful young lady.  She is a great helper around the house, loves to do things her sisters and family, and is a happy, smiling girl.  Watch out high school...here she comes!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIn_2v5RxI/AAAAAAAADoU/t-K-TD6F3Po/s1600-h/may+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccd9333676b80737" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccd9333676b80737%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329952969%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28A1882FA3D16D12E2A350677418E146DCEED3DF.76465609FD9A91520E9B189711F1649A0E89F05F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccd9333676b80737%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3k8no5JrK97RYyc2b8L_u1-VbG8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccd9333676b80737%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329952969%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28A1882FA3D16D12E2A350677418E146DCEED3DF.76465609FD9A91520E9B189711F1649A0E89F05F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccd9333676b80737%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3k8no5JrK97RYyc2b8L_u1-VbG8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3501270422488827549?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ccd9333676b80737&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3501270422488827549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3501270422488827549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3501270422488827549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3501270422488827549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/chelseas-8th-grade-promotion.html' title='Chelsea&apos;s 8th grade Promotion'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-657722510933115727</id><published>2009-05-30T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:26:59.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend 2009</title><content type='html'>There is lots that I want to say about Memorial Weekend 2009, but for now I will just say that I will never forget the feelings I had in 2008 as my life changed forever.  But not only did my life change but the lives of friends, family, my girls, and probably most of all, my husbands.  I am glad my family was here in Heber for Memorial weekend, and I can't express enough how much I am grateful for them and all that they do for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can never explain the heartache I have felt, as we have lived for 1 year without a sweet little girl.  Carissa touched our lives, and we will always remember her.  She is an Angel, and I miss her.  I love her, and can't wait for the day when I will see her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is NOT fair...Fair is where you go to see the pigs and ride the ferris wheel.   Time does heal, and each day the pain lessens some.  But through it all...there is a shinning ray...I know that I will see Carissa again!  My Savior lives, and LOVES me.  My family is eternal, and will can be together forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-657722510933115727?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/657722510933115727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=657722510933115727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/657722510933115727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/657722510933115727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-weekend-2009.html' title='Memorial Weekend 2009'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7427047670421577403</id><published>2009-05-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:11:32.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>This year my birthday, and mothers day came with a little more emotion attached than in years past.  I was remembering last year at this time, how my family was all on vacation and that we were all together.  This year I am thinking of a little girl who doesn't get to share in our special days anymore.  But I can say that this birthday was GREAT!  Thanks to my husband and my girls who let me have a day to myself.  Thanks to my sister, Tiffani and Nikki and my cousin Leah(who drove all the way from the valley) to suprise me with a day of "whatever I wanted to do".  WOW!  So we headed to Showlow and got a great pedicure, then went to trappers for dinner.  After that we went back to my sister RaChelle's house to have ice cream cake with all the family.  It was a great day, and I am so greatful for family to spend time with me, and to help me through all my trials.  THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIflIS4H1I/AAAAAAAADoM/G4lrMqot_58/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIflIS4H1I/AAAAAAAADoM/G4lrMqot_58/s400/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7427047670421577403?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7427047670421577403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7427047670421577403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7427047670421577403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7427047670421577403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIflIS4H1I/AAAAAAAADoM/G4lrMqot_58/s72-c/IMG_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6664353804900870495</id><published>2009-05-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:03:39.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting a Garden</title><content type='html'>The prophet said to plant a garden.  I don't know if he said make sure your family helps! It is more work to get your kids to plant, water, NOT step on the plants/seeds, than sometimes it is worth it!  I am so glad that Hal doesn't mind getting things ready, and working hard for us to have a garden.  A garden is A LOT of WORK, but I do love to eat the fresh vegetables that the garden brings.  Hal heard about new method for planting and keeping weeds out, so we will see if it works.  I think this year we over planted, and I hope that I can harvest the fruits of our labors.  The girls did love being out there, and getting in the water.(but not filling the walls of water).  Cashlyn got the dirtiest, and she was so cute to always "help".  We haven't been out there to weed it yet, and the rain has sure helped with the watering.  I sure hope we get a good garden this year.  I think the most important thing is to teach our children how to plant and harvest a garden.  And, to learn how to ourselves so when the time comes that we only have to rely on what we can produce we will know how.  PLANTING A GARDEN IS FUN TO DO, FUN TO DO!  (we will see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIduhBoEXI/AAAAAAAADoE/pyb_XLwyX3M/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIduhBoEXI/AAAAAAAADoE/pyb_XLwyX3M/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6664353804900870495?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6664353804900870495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6664353804900870495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6664353804900870495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6664353804900870495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/planting-garden.html' title='Planting a Garden'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIduhBoEXI/AAAAAAAADoE/pyb_XLwyX3M/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-847489223987679209</id><published>2009-05-30T22:43:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:52:56.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIZLni6BnI/AAAAAAAADn0/E_roH_VwdOc/s1600-h/IMG_2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIZLni6BnI/AAAAAAAADn0/E_roH_VwdOc/s400/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chelsea and Courtney (and the rest of us) just love it when cousins come to town.  It just happend that this weekend it was the Garner Girls!  We love to have the Garner Girls stay at our house.  They put on some music and they were all dancing around my living room have a great time.  The girls all look so pretty dressed up, getting ready to go to a baptism in Young.  Cambree, Hailee, Alyssa &amp;amp; Courtney paused for a picture, but only if they could do bunny ears to Chelsea. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIZLwsSh0I/AAAAAAAADn8/a7xJpzWdzsg/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIZLwsSh0I/AAAAAAAADn8/a7xJpzWdzsg/s400/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a blurry picture...bummer!  This is taken in the Young Church house after Hannah's baptism.  Hannah is the daughter of Jared and Amy Whitmer.  Hal and I became friends with them several years ago, after Eric Garner introduced us.  We have enjoyed getting to their family...to bad Young is SOOOOOO far away! In the picture is Cambree and Chelsea back row.  Then L to R: Emily, Alyssa, Hannah, Hailee, and Courtney.  What a CUTE bunch of girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-847489223987679209?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/847489223987679209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=847489223987679209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/847489223987679209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/847489223987679209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have FUN!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIZLni6BnI/AAAAAAAADn0/E_roH_VwdOc/s72-c/IMG_2270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-594309879025582712</id><published>2009-05-30T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:35:39.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 little Monkeys!</title><content type='html'>3 little monkeys sitting in a tree! Chelsea and Courtney were out in the woods one day with Hal and they found this great tree.  They dubbed it the monkey tree.  Next time we were driving in the woods, the girls said "lets go to the monkey tree.".  I was like, what is the monkey tree, and they said they would show me.  The girls all had to climb in the tree, and of course get their picture taken.  I do have to say...It is a COOL tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIWhG89fMI/AAAAAAAADns/y66XKBhGryk/s1600-h/may+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIWhG89fMI/AAAAAAAADns/y66XKBhGryk/s400/may+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-594309879025582712?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/594309879025582712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=594309879025582712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/594309879025582712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/594309879025582712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-little-monkeys.html' title='3 little Monkeys!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIWhG89fMI/AAAAAAAADns/y66XKBhGryk/s72-c/may+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2108891417236524354</id><published>2009-05-30T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:34:37.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby for Men!</title><content type='html'>I guess if the men belly ache enough, they get what they want.  They wanted a pinewood derby....relieve their youth!(not me) Heber 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd wards got together and some of the men&lt;br /&gt;raced their cars down the track.  Hal had a great time. He wished he could have worked on his car more, but due to his work schedule it didn't work out.  Hal's car didn't perform that well, but he was a good sport about it, and had a good time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIVSX3SkiI/AAAAAAAADnk/q7M4GgXak8o/s1600-h/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIVSX3SkiI/AAAAAAAADnk/q7M4GgXak8o/s400/IMG_2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2108891417236524354?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2108891417236524354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2108891417236524354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2108891417236524354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2108891417236524354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/pinewood-derby-for-men.html' title='Pinewood Derby for Men!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIVSX3SkiI/AAAAAAAADnk/q7M4GgXak8o/s72-c/IMG_2234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3842469910839158932</id><published>2009-05-30T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:21:33.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter was blah around our house this year.  We&lt;br /&gt;didn't dye eggs, we didn't hide eggs at Grandma's&lt;br /&gt;house, but we did go to the park for the Lion's Club&lt;br /&gt;Annual Egg hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn didn't know what to do at first so Hal helped&lt;br /&gt;her put the first egg in her bag.  She got the hang&lt;br /&gt;of it, and tried to pick up as many as she could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIT2n1DbnI/AAAAAAAADnM/I1wzXnQ15yo/s1600-h/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIT2n1DbnI/AAAAAAAADnM/I1wzXnQ15yo/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 pretty girls on our way to Church!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIT3P1_iDI/AAAAAAAADnc/_c_v3QWYkXI/s1600-h/IMG_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIT3P1_iDI/AAAAAAAADnc/_c_v3QWYkXI/s400/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney also had a great time at the park.  She loves to&lt;br /&gt;get the "tattoos" and had one stuck on her forhead before&lt;br /&gt;I could get a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIT2yksrmI/AAAAAAAADnU/6AXZCjHvv_U/s1600-h/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIT2yksrmI/AAAAAAAADnU/6AXZCjHvv_U/s400/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; We had so many eggs this year, we had lots of&lt;br /&gt;deviled eggs.  The Easter Bunny did find us, and&lt;br /&gt;the girls were super excited.  Chelsea wasn't around&lt;br /&gt;for the day.  She went with the youth to the&lt;br /&gt;Easter Pagent in Mesa.  They left Friday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;and came home Sat. around noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is a great holiday.  I love to remember the true&lt;br /&gt;meaning of Easter, the resurrection of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year when we can celebrate new life,&lt;br /&gt;HOPE, and know that because of our Savior we WILL live&lt;br /&gt;again someday, and we WILL see those we love again!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3842469910839158932?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3842469910839158932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3842469910839158932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3842469910839158932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3842469910839158932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SiIT2n1DbnI/AAAAAAAADnM/I1wzXnQ15yo/s72-c/IMG_2160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2370878063317677455</id><published>2009-04-27T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:30:19.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRACK</title><content type='html'>Chelsea loves to participate in Sports.  Right now it is track season. Chelsea throws the shot put, usually gets 2nd.  That is so good, considering she has never thrown before. Way to go, Chelsea!  She also runs the 100 meter,  &amp;amp; 800 meter and places in the top 4.  That is great too...fast little runner.  Then she does the 4x100 relay.  The group was doing pretty good in this, but then their 1st runner got hurt, so things aren't looking so good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SfYHT7rgneI/AAAAAAAADnE/5TBF1wCnFDQ/s1600-h/april+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SfYHT7rgneI/AAAAAAAADnE/5TBF1wCnFDQ/s400/april+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea loves to go on the track meet with her friends.  Above is Smily getting ready to run the 200 meter, he does awsome at whatever sport he is participating in.  Also in the picture is Chelsea and her good friend Bethanie.  Bethanie also is a great athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB Chelsea.  We are proud of all of your accomplishments!&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2370878063317677455?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2370878063317677455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2370878063317677455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2370878063317677455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2370878063317677455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/track.html' title='TRACK'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SfYHT7rgneI/AAAAAAAADnE/5TBF1wCnFDQ/s72-c/april+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-5452619138599783509</id><published>2009-04-06T15:16:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:28:46.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving a Legacy...Thelma Carpenter          (my great grandma)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdp_aDTnPbI/AAAAAAAADmM/elhZRLyi3II/s1600-h/gma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdp_aDTnPbI/AAAAAAAADmM/elhZRLyi3II/s400/gma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321705995232558514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Great Grandma, Thelma Carpenter passed away on March 24th, 2009.  She live a healthy, full, memorable life for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;100 years&lt;/span&gt;! Great Grandma outlived all but 1 of her children, and 1 brother. I remember when her son, Jerald (my grandpa) died, she said: "You aren't suppose to outlive your children". Can you imagine the reunion that greeted her just beyond the veil. Her husband, Jim who died in 1990, 3 children, her parents &amp;amp; grandparents, and many others who had gone before! What a sweet experience to have been there when she greeted those she loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great Grandma grew up without the frivolities we enjoy now.  She had NO electricity, running water, straw in her matresses for a bed, NO hot water, or a vacuum cleaner, and the list could go on. She learned to sew, and made her first dress at age 12. She also made lots of quilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Grandma applied Pres. Kimballs qoute of "Use it up, Wear it out, Make it do, or Do with out" long before that saying was given. She would use water in a bucket to wash her hair, mop the floor, then water the grape vines. She didn't like paper towels because you couldn't reuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Grandma LOVED to go to the temple. In her 80's she bought a condo across the street from the Mesa, Az Temple. She would walk there everyday and attend 4 or so sessions. They estimated she did 5000-7000 endowments during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was 95 years old she sewed 100 baby outfits for the humanitarian project in her stake. After she was finished she said,"Now what shall I do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always remember when she was in Mesa visiting and she came to my Grandma Carpenters house to see everyone. She had curlers in her hair, and all the kids(my girls, nieces &amp;amp; nephews) wanted to take a picture with her. She chuckled a little, and said she had curlers in her hair. We all laughed a little and then she said "I am going to be SOOO beautiful, YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE"! She was 100 years old then! How sweet! Our kids go around saying that phrase ALL the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the funeral all the great grandchildren got to sing "There is Sunshine in my Soul Today" as a tribute to her. A cousin told of how a few days before she died, they were visiting grandma and asked if they could sing some hymns with her. Grandma said she didn't feel like singing, but would love to listen. After they started singing, Grandma titled her head back and sung all 3 verses of the song. I will always think of her funeral, and my great grandma when I hear this song. It so reminds me of Great Grandma and the life she lived...she always found the  Sunshine in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As said at her funeral, We honor her today for her legacy of faith and love and for her endurance to the end. Her faith is evident when she wrote, "I do believe the Lord will bless me if I am the kind of person I can be (the person I should be)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the heritage that I have. I am grateful for the blessings I have been given. Many wonderful things have happened in my life, and I am truly blessed to have known this Great Grandma, Thelma Carpenter and many other relatives who have already gone beyond the veil! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-5452619138599783509?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5452619138599783509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=5452619138599783509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5452619138599783509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5452619138599783509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-legacythelma-carpenter-my-great.html' title='Leaving a Legacy...Thelma Carpenter          (my great grandma)'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdp_aDTnPbI/AAAAAAAADmM/elhZRLyi3II/s72-c/gma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-1248826285924666262</id><published>2009-04-06T13:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:12:01.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 25 &amp; 26...Spring Break Week</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning we got the phone call that my Great-Grandma Carpenter had passed away!  How could you be sad?-She was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt; years old! So today Wednesday we are thinking about what we need to do for the funeral, and what to do with the kids.  It seems like Spring Break had either super slow days, or days that were so busy you didn't have time to sit around.  Thursday was pretty much the same, running around for things we needed.  Shopping and Eating out!  Lots of fun to go to the mall, and watch the kids at the play area!  Thursday night I took the girls to Scottsdale, where Gma Wendy had a condo.  She and Aunt Valerie are going to watch my kids while we go to the funeral. That worked out great for me...and the girls got to swim a little too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-1248826285924666262?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1248826285924666262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=1248826285924666262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1248826285924666262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1248826285924666262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-25-26spring-break-week.html' title='March 25 &amp; 26...Spring Break Week'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2837360723429418880</id><published>2009-04-06T12:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:01:23.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 24th, Happy Birthday Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; always gets to celebrate her birthday&lt;br /&gt;during Spring Break...she feels a little cheated.&lt;br /&gt;I never got to take cupcakes or treats to her&lt;br /&gt;class, and she ALWAYS spends the day with&lt;br /&gt;her family!  We LOVE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; and think she&lt;br /&gt;is growing up to be a beautiful young lady!&lt;br /&gt;Here are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14 things&lt;/span&gt; we love about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdpay71CCtI/AAAAAAAADk0/cbnP9Tcgk3g/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdpay71CCtI/AAAAAAAADk0/cbnP9Tcgk3g/s400/IMG_1972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321665740791745234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1 Always smiling&lt;br /&gt;#2 Loves people...is a people person&lt;br /&gt;#3 Wants to do what is RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;#4 Cute baby, and Beautiful young lady&lt;br /&gt;#5 Loves Sports, Hunting, Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;      and anything to keep busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdpayg-yzlI/AAAAAAAADks/0LUj2OKyv8E/s1600-h/2009-03+%28Mar%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdpayg-yzlI/AAAAAAAADks/0LUj2OKyv8E/s400/2009-03+%28Mar%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321665733584932434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#6 Is a GREAT big sister&lt;br /&gt;#7 LOVES to pose for pictures,(I love, love that)&lt;br /&gt;#8 Always tries to look her best&lt;br /&gt;#9 Thinks of others&lt;br /&gt;#10 Has beautiful thick hair(even though some times she doesn't like---we are jealous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdpayKUe6bI/AAAAAAAADkk/rfF9E58Sng4/s1600-h/2009-03+%28Mar%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdpayKUe6bI/AAAAAAAADkk/rfF9E58Sng4/s400/2009-03+%28Mar%291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321665727501887922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#11 Loves to participate in ALL the activities(like crazy hair&lt;br /&gt;       day, spirit week, silly YW activities)&lt;br /&gt;#12 Is a big tease(sometimes this gets her in trouble)&lt;br /&gt;#13 Great example to her sisters&lt;br /&gt;#14 Is a Child of God, and is a Special young lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdpaxwrNc8I/AAAAAAAADkc/UneyUdZmzZs/s1600-h/2009-03+%28Mar%292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdpaxwrNc8I/AAAAAAAADkc/UneyUdZmzZs/s400/2009-03+%28Mar%292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321665720617890754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great Birthday, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;!  We love you and&lt;br /&gt;are so glad you are part of our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2837360723429418880?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2837360723429418880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2837360723429418880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2837360723429418880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2837360723429418880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-24th-happy-birthday-chelsea.html' title='March 24th, Happy Birthday Chelsea'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sdpay71CCtI/AAAAAAAADk0/cbnP9Tcgk3g/s72-c/IMG_1972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-390939374567000170</id><published>2009-03-31T21:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:59:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 23rd Monday, A Day at the ZOO!</title><content type='html'>Monday was a GREAT day to go to the ZOO.  It wasn't very&lt;br /&gt;crowded and wasn't HOT! You can't beat that! Our family&lt;br /&gt;hasn't been to the ZOO in several years, so we were excited&lt;br /&gt;for the adventure! The ZOO was lots of walking, animals that&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to be seen, whining kids(I'm hot, I'm hungry, lets&lt;br /&gt;go here, we didn't see this, how come that...but over all they&lt;br /&gt;were pretty good and had a good time)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmm4QGcI/AAAAAAAADkU/-hdaP6Cj0x4/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmm4QGcI/AAAAAAAADkU/-hdaP6Cj0x4/s400/IMG_1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575357405272514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cashlyn&lt;/span&gt; LOVED the petting ZOO!  This was fun for the kids,&lt;br /&gt;my girls loved to get close to the animals, they especially loved&lt;br /&gt;it when the goats would start to poop or pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmTpYV0I/AAAAAAAADkM/ZqcP4AxYDzY/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmTpYV0I/AAAAAAAADkM/ZqcP4AxYDzY/s400/IMG_1996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575352242624322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and Amberly were ALWAYS posing for&lt;br /&gt;a picture.  When I went to the bathroom, they stole&lt;br /&gt;my camera and started snapping...I have lots of&lt;br /&gt;pictures of them, and feet and heads or no heads...and&lt;br /&gt;did I say LOTS of them!  They are cute girls, and&lt;br /&gt;at such a fun age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmWNW_kI/AAAAAAAADkE/dXo3Xhj5TRI/s1600-h/IMG_1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmWNW_kI/AAAAAAAADkE/dXo3Xhj5TRI/s400/IMG_1920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575352930401858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea LOVES to pose for pictures!  She was pretty&lt;br /&gt;bored at the ZOO, but tried to make the best of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmFMA5DI/AAAAAAAADj8/cfpBvd--vTg/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmFMA5DI/AAAAAAAADj8/cfpBvd--vTg/s400/IMG_1918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575348361356338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Baum with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; who went&lt;br /&gt;to the ZOO!  A lady near by said, Is that your family...YES...&lt;br /&gt;they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; beautiful...tell them they are so lucky, you&lt;br /&gt;don't see families like that anymore...We tried to tell her this&lt;br /&gt;was only half of us, but she didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtl8PAnGI/AAAAAAAADj0/bHkEPXVym3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtl8PAnGI/AAAAAAAADj0/bHkEPXVym3Q/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575345958001762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE our FAMILY, and are so glad we could spend&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK WITH THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-390939374567000170?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/390939374567000170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=390939374567000170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/390939374567000170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/390939374567000170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-day-at-zoo.html' title='March 23rd Monday, A Day at the ZOO!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLtmm4QGcI/AAAAAAAADkU/-hdaP6Cj0x4/s72-c/IMG_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2519069813211326025</id><published>2009-03-31T21:09:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:59:14.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 23rd, LIfe at the ZOO #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLkVyYygaI/AAAAAAAADjs/d3ooMUBWq44/s1600-h/IMG_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLkVyYygaI/AAAAAAAADjs/d3ooMUBWq44/s400/IMG_1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319565172832108962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;At the Zoo, there was squirrels everywhere. They loved to get food. Ross and the kids tried to hold as still as possible so the squirrel would come and eat out of their hands. It got pretty close and some of the kids didn't like that too well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLkVlm1JnI/AAAAAAAADjc/DBCnVG6TAgk/s1600-h/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLkVlm1JnI/AAAAAAAADjc/DBCnVG6TAgk/s400/IMG_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319565169401341554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea and Courtney wanted to rock climb. At the zoo they have a climb the palm tree. The girls loved it. They climbed up to the top, then dropped down. The people let my girls go up 3 times. Chelsea and Courtney have always wanted to rock climb, so this was a great time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLkVGuCqEI/AAAAAAAADjM/-buNuzB9-3I/s1600-h/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLkVGuCqEI/AAAAAAAADjM/-buNuzB9-3I/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319565161110087746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOST &amp;amp; FOUND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were all watching the kids rock climb, and just about done we started to gather the kids to move, and OH NO...NO Braxton. Char and I stayed with the kids, and my Dad and Nikki went one way...my Mom went another way...Ross went one way...Tiffani another...and Hal went back to the place we had last been. None of us realized that Braxton had been missing for about 20 minutes. They searched for about 10 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;then Ross saw him with a worker. Braxton had wondered off, ended up in a gift shop. We were just glad they found him. Well...not even 15 minutes later...we all started up this little trail off the main road, and Charlayne was at the back...Meghan was no where to be found. Char kept asking everyone, are you sure you don't have Meghan, I saw her go with Chelsea...I said NO. My dad came back and said do you have Meghan...NO! So the adults again went backtracking...and NO Meghan. The rest of us kept walking along the trail, and we decided to send Bryce and Chelsea up ahead to see if she was there. Just as they were coming back (with Meghan) Char calls and ask if we are sure one more time if we had her...NO,(Char was just asking them to call someone to help look) but then the kids said we have her...and boy were we releaved!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK WE ARE GOING BACK TO THE ZOO FOR A WHILE! (at least until we have a buddy system)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2519069813211326025?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2519069813211326025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2519069813211326025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2519069813211326025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2519069813211326025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-at-zoo-2_31.html' title='March 23rd, LIfe at the ZOO #2'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLkVyYygaI/AAAAAAAADjs/d3ooMUBWq44/s72-c/IMG_1911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-360732704006300377</id><published>2009-03-31T20:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:58:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikki's Birthday...March 22nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nikki!&lt;/span&gt;  Officially 20,&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLgQrmhYDI/AAAAAAAADjE/ZIZeIRK9wuU/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLgQrmhYDI/AAAAAAAADjE/ZIZeIRK9wuU/s400/IMG_1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319560687064801330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the things we love about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NIKKI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful Smile&lt;br /&gt;Contagious Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Great Hairstylist! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we love that she makes us all look instyle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best babysitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(especially spur of the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always looks so CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Nikki...you are lots of fun to be around, and&lt;br /&gt;we appreciate all you do for our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-360732704006300377?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/360732704006300377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=360732704006300377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/360732704006300377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/360732704006300377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/nikkis-birthday.html' title='Nikki&apos;s Birthday...March 22nd'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLgQrmhYDI/AAAAAAAADjE/ZIZeIRK9wuU/s72-c/IMG_1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4691924484442902768</id><published>2009-03-31T20:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:58:34.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 22nd, Sunday Missionary Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was great to hear my cousin Tyler report about his mission in Africa!  This was a highlight of the week! He related his missionary service to prayer, and how we always need to have a prayer in our hearts.   I love to hear missionary reports and about their service!  I love that these missionaries who come home have such a &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;love of life&lt;/span&gt;, love for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, Service,  Faith, and they are such a &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt; to be around!  Thank YOU missionaries for being great examples and bringing that extra spark to those around you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4691924484442902768?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4691924484442902768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4691924484442902768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4691924484442902768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4691924484442902768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-missionary-report.html' title='March 22nd, Sunday Missionary Report'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-635318891797487609</id><published>2009-03-31T19:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:58:17.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 21st, Saturday Service Project</title><content type='html'>To kick off SPRING BREAK we had a service project for my Grandma Carpenter in Gilbert.  All my Mom's family was invited to come help clean up her yard.  This was a fun family project.  The men worked hard trimming branches, cutting down the palm tree and grape vines in swimming pool area.  The woman pitched in with clean up here and there, but mostly worked hard at watching children, and visiting.  We had LOTS of FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYCk-ga_I/AAAAAAAADi8/waZJkenGmNA/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYCk-ga_I/AAAAAAAADi8/waZJkenGmNA/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319551648675163122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the dog got a trim, well not just a trim but&lt;br /&gt;a shaving to the skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYCY0XR1I/AAAAAAAADi0/qVmMAtAsvpQ/s1600-h/IMG_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYCY0XR1I/AAAAAAAADi0/qVmMAtAsvpQ/s400/IMG_1867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319551645411395410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids pitched in, it was great to see them work!  They&lt;br /&gt;hauled branches, picked up trash, and loved to watch the men&lt;br /&gt;cut down the palm tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYCM_R4hI/AAAAAAAADis/J47D5CfzFPs/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYCM_R4hI/AAAAAAAADis/J47D5CfzFPs/s400/IMG_1846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319551642235953682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to make a decision?  We(all the&lt;br /&gt;woman) would sit, joke and laugh...the men seemed to either&lt;br /&gt;have a lengthy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; on what to next or how to do, OR&lt;br /&gt;2 men would work and the rest would supervise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYBwRNPUI/AAAAAAAADik/HGCHw7NCvFE/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYBwRNPUI/AAAAAAAADik/HGCHw7NCvFE/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319551634526518594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone brought a picnic lunch!  IT was GREAT fun to sit&lt;br /&gt;and visit and enjoy each others company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYBkP5hVI/AAAAAAAADic/qezawRh9Jkg/s1600-h/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYBkP5hVI/AAAAAAAADic/qezawRh9Jkg/s400/IMG_1870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319551631299806546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: Courtney got to jump in the pool, and pull&lt;br /&gt;out a large palm leaf they had dropped in the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;This prompted several other children to get on their&lt;br /&gt;swimsuits and jump in.  The only problem was...the pool&lt;br /&gt;was still a little on the cold side, so they didn't stay in very long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had lots of FUN and it was a GREAT way to kick off&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-635318891797487609?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/635318891797487609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=635318891797487609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/635318891797487609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/635318891797487609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/service-project.html' title='March 21st, Saturday Service Project'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SdLYCk-ga_I/AAAAAAAADi8/waZJkenGmNA/s72-c/IMG_1848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7387560705135586885</id><published>2009-03-19T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:51:57.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScKiEpYlToI/AAAAAAAADiU/Hg-TLxbJcWs/s1600-h/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScKiEpYlToI/AAAAAAAADiU/Hg-TLxbJcWs/s400/scan0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do not need a special day&lt;br /&gt;To bring you to our minds.&lt;br /&gt;The days we do not think of you&lt;br /&gt;Are very hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning when we awake,&lt;br /&gt;We know that you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows the heartache&lt;br /&gt;As we try to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts still ache with sadness&lt;br /&gt;And secret tears still flow.&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to lose you&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts are always with you,&lt;br /&gt;Your place no one can fill.&lt;br /&gt;In life we loved you dearly;&lt;br /&gt;In death we love you still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a heartache,&lt;br /&gt;And often a silent tear.&lt;br /&gt;But always a precious memory&lt;br /&gt;Of the days when you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears could make a staircase,&lt;br /&gt;And heartaches make a lane,&lt;br /&gt;We'd walk the path to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And bring you home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hold you close within our hearts;&lt;br /&gt;And there you will remain,&lt;br /&gt;To walk with us throughout our lives&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family chain is broken now,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing seems the same,&lt;br /&gt;But as God calls us one by one,&lt;br /&gt;The chain will link again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Author unknown~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7387560705135586885?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7387560705135586885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7387560705135586885' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7387560705135586885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7387560705135586885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of YOU!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScKiEpYlToI/AAAAAAAADiU/Hg-TLxbJcWs/s72-c/scan0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-5309238577093418203</id><published>2009-03-17T17:58:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:53:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck 'O the Irish</title><content type='html'>I have found my&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;POT 'O GOLD&lt;/span&gt; in my family.  They mean so much to me, and I can't imagine my life without them.  You can call it &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt;, but I call it a BLESSING to have 4 beautiful girls! Each one of them light up my life, and I love them for the little ladies they are becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured out what to tell people when they ask me, "how many kids do you have?", so I just say 4, and they can figure it out. We consider ourselves&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; to have the gospel in our lives, and so&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; to be able to see our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;LITTLE ANGEL&lt;/span&gt; again and to be able to raise her.  What a joy and blessing this will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBP0us7DpI/AAAAAAAADiA/FArVq9A42rE/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBP0us7DpI/AAAAAAAADiA/FArVq9A42rE/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314335327605427858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; to live in Heber close to family, and to live in this neigborhood.  We are &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; the girls can go to school, and experience freedom and growth.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; that Hal has a job and that Elisa can stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;We are just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here 's to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;LUCK 'O THE IRISH&lt;/span&gt;...(Hal needs it, girls in their teenage years..are Wonderful, Emotional, Exciting, Emotional, Lots of Fun, Emotional...you get the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea...almost 14! She even got &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; rubber&lt;br /&gt;bands on her braces just for St. Patty's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBP0KjlEgI/AAAAAAAADh4/jumIy6k5wI4/s1600-h/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBP0KjlEgI/AAAAAAAADh4/jumIy6k5wI4/s320/IMG_1827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314335317902561794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney...9 years old, and decked out&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;...her face had a 3 leaf clover,&lt;br /&gt;her nails got painted &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;, a clover&lt;br /&gt;ribbon around her wrist, and just before&lt;br /&gt;she walked out the door to school, she added&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; beaded necklace, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacket, and I am sure you didn't miss the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headband with the clovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBKkLh6ZDI/AAAAAAAADhw/F1PK5klJoCY/s1600-h/IMG_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBKkLh6ZDI/AAAAAAAADhw/F1PK5klJoCY/s320/IMG_1821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314329545727960114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn didn't feel very well today, so&lt;br /&gt;her picture was a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBQRcMQqWI/AAAAAAAADiI/C-nQnrjWkT4/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBQRcMQqWI/AAAAAAAADiI/C-nQnrjWkT4/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314335820852799842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; WE ARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-5309238577093418203?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5309238577093418203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=5309238577093418203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5309238577093418203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5309238577093418203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-o-irish.html' title='Luck &apos;O the Irish'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/ScBP0us7DpI/AAAAAAAADiA/FArVq9A42rE/s72-c/IMG_1837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2927827152455720004</id><published>2009-03-11T19:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:37:11.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow UP, I want to be...</title><content type='html'>Courtney plays on this little basketball team. They&lt;br /&gt;are the TIMBERWOLVES...&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Show Low&lt;/span&gt; to watch&lt;br /&gt;her and the team play.  It started out as an all&lt;br /&gt;girls team, then they added &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; Owens.&lt;br /&gt;This is what Courtney said, "Ever since we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; on our team(he started the second game)&lt;br /&gt;we have won our games."  We just started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;We thought it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;On the team we have, Lto R:&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn Porter, Hannah Whipple, Savannah Reidhead,&lt;br /&gt;Courtney Hall, Makenzie Willis, Lauren Hancock&lt;br /&gt;and the only boy in front: Caden Owens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvBbbb7WI/AAAAAAAADS4/xvMbaUCNQ08/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvBbbb7WI/AAAAAAAADS4/xvMbaUCNQ08/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312117830816886114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games are so cute, the coaches get to go&lt;br /&gt;out on the court and tell the kids where to go&lt;br /&gt;and what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvBErmBlI/AAAAAAAADSw/ea7koC2b-cA/s1600-h/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvBErmBlI/AAAAAAAADSw/ea7koC2b-cA/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312117824710641234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were talking about what to do this summer&lt;br /&gt;and Courtney pipes in...All I want to do is go&lt;br /&gt;to basketball camps, so I can be a professional&lt;br /&gt;basketball player.  We thought really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvAjXqEPI/AAAAAAAADSo/1TO1ixRqFqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvAjXqEPI/AAAAAAAADSo/1TO1ixRqFqQ/s320/IMG_1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312117815768649970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makenzie's&lt;/span&gt; Mom (Robyn) and Savannah's Mom&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LeAnna&lt;/span&gt;) are the coaches...they do a great job,&lt;br /&gt;and have way more patience than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvAH5v-yI/AAAAAAAADSg/Fv7DWESaHBA/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvAH5v-yI/AAAAAAAADSg/Fv7DWESaHBA/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312117808395451170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2927827152455720004?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2927827152455720004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2927827152455720004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2927827152455720004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2927827152455720004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html' title='When I grow UP, I want to be...'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbhvBbbb7WI/AAAAAAAADS4/xvMbaUCNQ08/s72-c/IMG_1728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7198908715289805720</id><published>2009-03-10T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:42:17.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salon Day</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a BEAUTIFUL Aunt Nikki, we got to have a day&lt;br /&gt;at the Salon.  Nikki spent her morning making her nieces and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nephews&lt;/span&gt; look good.  We are glad that Nikki knows how to&lt;br /&gt;fix us up, and that we don't have to pay a FORTUNE to look&lt;br /&gt;great! All together Nikki had 8 haircuts and more. (whatever&lt;br /&gt;we wanted, styles, nails, cuts...etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHELSEA got her hair trimed &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; got a cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sbb6BaMdAUI/AAAAAAAADLY/9_khcK8t2Yw/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sbb6BaMdAUI/AAAAAAAADLY/9_khcK8t2Yw/s400/IMG_1715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTNEY got layers in her hair and pretty pink nail polish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sbb6BkaV68I/AAAAAAAADLg/0p6TtJDeqNw/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sbb6BkaV68I/AAAAAAAADLg/0p6TtJDeqNw/s400/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; got a haircut and style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sbb6BoIjCEI/AAAAAAAADLo/wEtwHYJ5JbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sbb6BoIjCEI/AAAAAAAADLo/wEtwHYJ5JbQ/s400/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7198908715289805720?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7198908715289805720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7198908715289805720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7198908715289805720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7198908715289805720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/salon-day.html' title='Salon Day'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sbb6BaMdAUI/AAAAAAAADLY/9_khcK8t2Yw/s72-c/IMG_1715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6901837139003289919</id><published>2009-03-08T18:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:18:47.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem that is So True!</title><content type='html'>I have been reflecting lately about the events&lt;br /&gt;of the week of May 26th.  Sometimes it is hard&lt;br /&gt;for me to think of Hal's grief, because I am&lt;br /&gt;so consumed in mine.  So when I read this poem&lt;br /&gt;I thought it speaks the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Father's Grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be very difficult&lt;br /&gt;To be a man in grief,&lt;br /&gt;Since "men don't cry"&lt;br /&gt;and "men are strong"&lt;br /&gt;No tears can bring relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be very difficult&lt;br /&gt;To stand up to the test&lt;br /&gt;And field the calls and visitors&lt;br /&gt;So she can get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always ask if she's all right&lt;br /&gt;And what she's going through.&lt;br /&gt;But seldom take his hand and ask,&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, but how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears her crying in the night&lt;br /&gt;And thinks his heart will break.&lt;br /&gt;He dries her tears and comforts her,&lt;br /&gt;But "stays strong" for her sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be very difficult&lt;br /&gt;To start each day anew.&lt;br /&gt;And try to be so very brave-&lt;br /&gt;He lost his baby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Knight Hagemeister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6901837139003289919?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6901837139003289919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6901837139003289919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6901837139003289919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6901837139003289919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-that-is-so-true.html' title='A Poem that is So True!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2924777090411431109</id><published>2009-03-06T00:45:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:41:44.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Courtney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We are so glad to have &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in our family. We waited for 5 years after Chelsea was born for her. When we went to the doctor for my check up, the doctor said, "how about we have a baby today." I was 2 weeks early and so I said I guess. He told us to go to the hospital and check in, so I went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to walk around and cry! (I had never been induced before and Chelsea's birthday was in 2 weeks) We got to the hospital about 5pm, and &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was born at 1 am. I wanted to name her "Bridget" and Hal didn't really like that name for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;her after he saw her. I said well then &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and he said, "I like it&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;COURTNEY JANAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDXLEbm_dI/AAAAAAAAC3s/T035LUwOtng/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980545837891026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDXLEbm_dI/AAAAAAAAC3s/T035LUwOtng/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;was a happy baby, and a&lt;br /&gt;sweet little toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDXK4w0wkI/AAAAAAAAC3k/eb5jczyntDY/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980542705648194" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDXK4w0wkI/AAAAAAAAC3k/eb5jczyntDY/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;has gotten the best or at lest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the most creative homemade birthday cakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a dora cake, a little mermaid cake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;strawberry shortcake--twice,&lt;br /&gt;hannah montana cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDXKpa44xI/AAAAAAAAC3c/UP0pVVA0hKY/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980538587112210" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDXKpa44xI/AAAAAAAAC3c/UP0pVVA0hKY/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is very sweet, and&lt;br /&gt;says funny things...most recently she said&lt;br /&gt;this when she lost a tooth..."I feel like&lt;br /&gt;one of my family members is missing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWwO_Mz-I/AAAAAAAAC3M/o0ph_m5GTrA/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980084815056866" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWwO_Mz-I/AAAAAAAAC3M/o0ph_m5GTrA/s320/scan0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is a great big sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She loves to SKI, play with FRIENDS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BAKE in the kitchen, SING SONGS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;DANCE, play GAMES on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the computer and Wii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;PRIMARY &amp;amp; Family Home Evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She hasn't decided if she likes to hunt yet.(poor dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvw5PRnI/AAAAAAAAC3E/hh9yCVmOKoI/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980076736988786" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvw5PRnI/AAAAAAAAC3E/hh9yCVmOKoI/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One of my favorite things about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is...everytime there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is a birthday in our family(cousins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;grandparents, you name it)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;will go to her room pick out some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;of her personal things and wrap them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;for the birthday person...a special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;gift just from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvjBSDOI/AAAAAAAAC28/Q3EOwvP6PtM/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980073012628706" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvjBSDOI/AAAAAAAAC28/Q3EOwvP6PtM/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8th birthday we got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to go on a Disney Cruise. It was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;great vacation and we are glad we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;spent 1 whole week together as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;family! A Vacation we will never forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvTZ5s7I/AAAAAAAAC20/C1wbNT2scRI/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980068820923314" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvTZ5s7I/AAAAAAAAC20/C1wbNT2scRI/s320/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is a special girl, and we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;are glad she is part of our family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WE love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURTNEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvXrJx7I/AAAAAAAAC2s/IfUB46_vscg/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980069967022002" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDWvXrJx7I/AAAAAAAAC2s/IfUB46_vscg/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2924777090411431109?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2924777090411431109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2924777090411431109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2924777090411431109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2924777090411431109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-courtney.html' title='Happy Birthday Courtney'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SbDXLEbm_dI/AAAAAAAAC3s/T035LUwOtng/s72-c/scan0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-5524759050196323936</id><published>2009-03-04T21:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:30:14.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Lunch</title><content type='html'>Most Wednesday's I love inviting Chelsea's&lt;br /&gt;friends over for lunch.  They are a good group&lt;br /&gt;of girls, and always so polite when they are here.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, they say they like my cooking...&lt;br /&gt;and since my family doesn't(j/K) I will keep these&lt;br /&gt;girls around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back row LtoR&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Reidhead, Lindsay Crandell, Rachel Theil,&lt;br /&gt;Felicia Curry &amp;amp; Bethanie Stephens&lt;br /&gt;front row LtoR&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea Hall, Katia Honsinger &amp;amp; Analise Franco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X5HcCkuI/AAAAAAAACus/g3oI3NJxvDE/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X5HcCkuI/AAAAAAAACus/g3oI3NJxvDE/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309559124453921506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, Katia &amp;amp; Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X43uyGAI/AAAAAAAACuk/_T7Z3lGCUbw/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X43uyGAI/AAAAAAAACuk/_T7Z3lGCUbw/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309559120237565954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay, Analise &amp;amp; Bethanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X4v9PtjI/AAAAAAAACuc/kyGdCIdfa5A/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X4v9PtjI/AAAAAAAACuc/kyGdCIdfa5A/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309559118150743602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, Katia, Rachel, &amp;amp; Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X4dBbKSI/AAAAAAAACuU/7QcC8YDHIKM/s1600-h/IMG_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X4dBbKSI/AAAAAAAACuU/7QcC8YDHIKM/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309559113067997474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOFY GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X4LSS8NI/AAAAAAAACuM/fq3JGKRS3EY/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X4LSS8NI/AAAAAAAACuM/fq3JGKRS3EY/s320/IMG_1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309559108306923730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-5524759050196323936?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5524759050196323936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=5524759050196323936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5524759050196323936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5524759050196323936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-lunch.html' title='Wednesday Lunch'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa9X5HcCkuI/AAAAAAAACus/g3oI3NJxvDE/s72-c/IMG_1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-901752733334441608</id><published>2009-03-03T21:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:40:22.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Guacamole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Avocados were really cheap at Bashas one week,&lt;br /&gt;so we bought several (like 20) so we could make&lt;br /&gt;some great&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; GUACAMOLE&lt;/span&gt;. Hal loves guacamole and apparently so does Cashlyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4FAJG2x9I/AAAAAAAACmM/1KMXrqdSFY4/s1600-h/IMG_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4FAJG2x9I/AAAAAAAACmM/1KMXrqdSFY4/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309186510719207378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIG IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4E_6BwMdI/AAAAAAAACmE/qWgqu5IpXXE/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4E_6BwMdI/AAAAAAAACmE/qWgqu5IpXXE/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309186506671272402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sure Cashlyn got more on her face,&lt;br /&gt;hands and clothes than she did in her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it still was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4E_nSZFUI/AAAAAAAACl8/MyPDWpfcBgM/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4E_nSZFUI/AAAAAAAACl8/MyPDWpfcBgM/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309186501640787266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-901752733334441608?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/901752733334441608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=901752733334441608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/901752733334441608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/901752733334441608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-guacamole.html' title='Holy Guacamole!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4FAJG2x9I/AAAAAAAACmM/1KMXrqdSFY4/s72-c/IMG_1552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4750707091939656766</id><published>2009-03-03T21:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:28:59.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>It has been 9 years since I had been to a missionary setting apart, and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to attend Anthony Cronin's. Thanks for the invite! It was great to be there and witness the power of the priesthood. To watch a great Stake Presidency bear testimony of missions, and the gospel. I loved being there and partaking of the Spirit. My family has been very close to Anthony for the last 3+ years, and we are so excited for him to serve a mission. He will be a great Missionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4DDoTMYiI/AAAAAAAACl0/EOwhfm_NYD4/s1600-h/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4DDoTMYiI/AAAAAAAACl0/EOwhfm_NYD4/s320/IMG_1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309184371608805922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Cronin with an Elder serving in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our Stake President.(Farr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4CFsnyEVI/AAAAAAAAClk/ycfCyQ_TswA/s1600-h/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4CFsnyEVI/AAAAAAAAClk/ycfCyQ_TswA/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309183307617014098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most touching moment of the night, when&lt;br /&gt;Billy went to hug Anthony...Billy was just sobbing&lt;br /&gt;the whole time...it tugged at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4CFBrnsiI/AAAAAAAAClc/SRn6N-OB4dY/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4CFBrnsiI/AAAAAAAAClc/SRn6N-OB4dY/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309183296090386978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years Baby!  It will be a long time, but worth&lt;br /&gt;the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4750707091939656766?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4750707091939656766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4750707091939656766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4750707091939656766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4750707091939656766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/Sa4DDoTMYiI/AAAAAAAACl0/EOwhfm_NYD4/s72-c/IMG_1549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-352527818255011425</id><published>2009-02-10T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:10:49.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming In January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SZIy4V3qJcI/AAAAAAAABkE/BmNw3SI7y-k/s1600-h/January+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SZIy4V3qJcI/AAAAAAAABkE/BmNw3SI7y-k/s400/January+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting with Aunt Becca, Gma Wendy let us all stay&lt;br /&gt;at the condos in Scottsdale.  The condos had a heated&lt;br /&gt;swimming pool, so they(notice not me or Hal) went for&lt;br /&gt;a dive.  Chelsea and Courtney had lots of fun.  Cashlyn&lt;br /&gt;loved the hot tub, but didn't venture into the pool!&lt;br /&gt;We had a great relaxing time, and my girls loved doing&lt;br /&gt;something with Aunt Becca and Gma Wendy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-352527818255011425?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/352527818255011425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=352527818255011425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/352527818255011425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/352527818255011425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/swimming-in-january.html' title='Swimming In January'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SZIy4V3qJcI/AAAAAAAABkE/BmNw3SI7y-k/s72-c/January+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6788498196640053446</id><published>2009-02-05T14:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:47:43.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah-So's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYtd8WiC-II/AAAAAAAABWE/7l6XTAgWJMk/s1600-h/thanksgiving08-january09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYtd8WiC-II/AAAAAAAABWE/7l6XTAgWJMk/s400/thanksgiving08-january09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend we went to the valley to visit Aunt Rebecca,&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's sister who came from Philadelphia. We all went&lt;br /&gt;to eat at a fun resturant...Ah-So's. They cook food in front&lt;br /&gt;of you, and make it entertaining. The kids loved all the magic&lt;br /&gt;from the grill. Chelsea tried Sushi-I don't think she is liking it&lt;br /&gt;to well. Courtney was enchanted by tricks, and Cashlyn&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed trying to feed herself. It was a fun resturant. The&lt;br /&gt;food was pretty good too. All in all, it was great. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6788498196640053446?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6788498196640053446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6788498196640053446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6788498196640053446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6788498196640053446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-sos.html' title='Ah-So&apos;s'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYtd8WiC-II/AAAAAAAABWE/7l6XTAgWJMk/s72-c/thanksgiving08-january09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2424915922884794793</id><published>2009-01-28T12:30:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:06:36.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a CUPCAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st get a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cupcake Maker&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0y-NKKTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/E-Ex3Nk41DE/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296431949572352306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0y-NKKTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/E-Ex3Nk41DE/s320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SUPER EXCITED GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Courtney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and take everything out of the box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0nXHyOGI/AAAAAAAAAzs/8lIyZ2c2ta4/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296431750102268002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0nXHyOGI/AAAAAAAAAzs/8lIyZ2c2ta4/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choose your favorite kind of cake&lt;/div&gt;and pour into bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0mxufDNI/AAAAAAAAAzk/2pWphQgc8GU/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296431740064042194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0mxufDNI/AAAAAAAAAzk/2pWphQgc8GU/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add right(important) ammount of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0mqDXYII/AAAAAAAAAzc/B2KAqZK5KPU/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296431738004136066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0mqDXYII/AAAAAAAAAzc/B2KAqZK5KPU/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir with all your strength...don't smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0mm0QT7I/AAAAAAAAAzU/CpDqlG9ySZs/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296431737135452082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYC0mm0QT7I/AAAAAAAAAzU/CpDqlG9ySZs/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour mix into &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CUPCAKE&lt;/span&gt; holder (with&lt;br /&gt;the disposable paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznkJwJrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3sfI9Cw-iDk/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430654088554162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznkJwJrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3sfI9Cw-iDk/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CUPCAKE&lt;/span&gt; into microwaveable dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznSj4x_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/pzhVPNmWpBc/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430649366333426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznSj4x_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/pzhVPNmWpBc/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microwave for the 45 seconds...or less if you&lt;br /&gt;want the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CUPCAKE&lt;/span&gt; in one piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznOBMKOI/AAAAAAAAAy8/quf3cw8Eu5E/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430648147060962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznOBMKOI/AAAAAAAAAy8/quf3cw8Eu5E/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what is left of the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CUPCAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznF7_YWI/AAAAAAAAAy0/3CwsztynXrk/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430645977768290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCznF7_YWI/AAAAAAAAAy0/3CwsztynXrk/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to frost&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; CUPCAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycIpwpNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ah2P87EGYdg/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycIpwpNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ah2P87EGYdg/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoop frosting into little hole on the "froster",&lt;br /&gt;this goes on the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CUPCAKE&lt;/span&gt; machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycIOLfyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/nEsIpRZNJxg/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycIOLfyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/nEsIpRZNJxg/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold top down, and watch frosting&lt;br /&gt;squirt &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycEHvfCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/u3y4RgBNiKw/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycEHvfCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/u3y4RgBNiKw/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy what there is of the frosting&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; CUPCAKE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycpEX-cI/AAAAAAAAAys/3CN5sCXRzBY/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SYCycpEX-cI/AAAAAAAAAys/3CN5sCXRzBY/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;End resutls:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CUPCAKE&lt;/span&gt; machine&lt;/em&gt; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doesnt' work(they never do, and don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tell that to the kids)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "few minutes" with your child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priceless memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with a &lt;em&gt;satisfied, happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;child who did almost everything on their own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; 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HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-61.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919787143009&amp;amp;site=widget-61.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had a fun New Years Party at my Mom and Dad's house. All of my family came(except we missed Char and her gang). We had lots of fun playing games, visiting and starting a new tradition. We had homemade pizza (great recipe) and homemade rootbeer. We also had several "specialty drinks"(no alcohol needed,we are goofy enough.) There were Appletini's, Margaritas, and Pina Coladas. One of the high lights was a bowling tournament on the Wii! The championship round ended up being RaChelle, Nikki, Dylan and Caden(1st time to bowl). We all had a great time being with each other. Most of all of the adults stayed up way past midnight..and so did a few of the kids. We all looked forward to a great New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919787143009&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p1/3386706919787143009/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919787143009&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p2/3386706919787143009/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919787143009&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p4/3386706919787143009/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-8592280007564394630?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8592280007564394630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=8592280007564394630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8592280007564394630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8592280007564394630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-party.html' title='New Years Party'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-1248165767617341242</id><published>2009-01-17T15:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:49:28.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with the Halls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJaKSIYXUI/AAAAAAAAARE/9XV6fBidPk4/s1600-h/thanksgiving08-january09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJaKSIYXUI/AAAAAAAAARE/9XV6fBidPk4/s320/thanksgiving08-january09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year came fast...I wasn't exacty&lt;br /&gt;ready for it. But we all had a good time, and&lt;br /&gt;Santa found us.  Cashlyn loved all the toys she got!&lt;br /&gt;Courtney was excited for a cupcake bakers. &lt;br /&gt;Chelsea enjoyed the new makeup &amp;amp; ripstick. &lt;br /&gt;All my girls loved the new pajamas from&lt;br /&gt;Gma &amp;amp; Gpa Baum.  I know we were blessed&lt;br /&gt;this Christmas, we all had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I wish, was that we would&lt;br /&gt;have spent a little more time doing something&lt;br /&gt;for and remembering Carissa more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-1248165767617341242?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1248165767617341242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=1248165767617341242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1248165767617341242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1248165767617341242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-with-halls.html' title='Christmas with the Halls'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJaKSIYXUI/AAAAAAAAARE/9XV6fBidPk4/s72-c/thanksgiving08-january09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6110336110458086893</id><published>2009-01-17T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:02:39.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Red Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJVUhuxhoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/cFs9FWVgYn8/s320/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cashlyn did NOT want her picture taken this year. She did NOT want to stan, she did Not want smile, she just didn't know why it was a big deal to get her picture taken. I can't believe I have a little girl who doesn't want to pose for the camera. So we got a few pictures here and there, and I will just take what I get. We love our PRECIOUS little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJVU-wuKKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IqMRUHzwqsY/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJVU-wuKKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IqMRUHzwqsY/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Courtney is such a pretty girl, she is growing up so fast. We love her smile, and how she loves to laugh. She loved having her picture taken in front of our Christmas tree. We made her take pictures 2 times, just so we could get a really good one! What a cute girl she is becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJVVDWZAyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CsXPwE5ncxI/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJVVDWZAyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CsXPwE5ncxI/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chelsea, our teenager! She loves to take pictures, and why not? Chelsea is such a beautiful young lady, with that dark hair and blue eyes. Chelsea loves to match the girls, but wear her own style...and that is great! We love how she helps around the house and with the girls. We love you Chelsea! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6110336110458086893?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6110336110458086893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6110336110458086893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6110336110458086893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6110336110458086893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-red-dresses.html' title='3 Red Dresses'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SXJVUhuxhoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/cFs9FWVgYn8/s72-c/IMG_1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7585872096239202120</id><published>2008-12-27T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:49:02.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tree for an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Every year we put up a real Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;with homemade ornaments.  This year, I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;something a little different...We got a real tree, and I decided&lt;br /&gt;to add blue and silver ornaments, in memory of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Tree didn't seem complete, so I gathered all of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carissa's&lt;/span&gt; stuff&lt;br /&gt;and started putting them on the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SVa-7dedrQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A2Yks_H-Sw0/s1600-h/Dec+20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SVa-7dedrQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A2Yks_H-Sw0/s320/Dec+20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                              1st we put the bow that was in her casket spray on&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                the very top, with her picture underneath.  Then&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       we added a barney movie, her cinderella shoes and tea set.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            We put on her dora the explore purse and back pack.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       And finally we wrapped light blue snowflake&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    ribbon around the entire tree.  Everyone loved&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          coming to our house and seeing the tree.  It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              My girls declared this tree to be the prettiest tree we&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           have ever had.  I truly loved it, and having something to&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             remember &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; was great!  We love and miss her!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7585872096239202120?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7585872096239202120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7585872096239202120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7585872096239202120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7585872096239202120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-for-angel.html' title='A Tree for an Angel'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SVa-7dedrQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A2Yks_H-Sw0/s72-c/Dec+20081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-1511445216808053356</id><published>2008-12-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:35:12.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpenter Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Every year we have a Carpenter Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Party...this includes all of my Mom's brothers&lt;br /&gt;and siters and their kids.(all my cousins) We&lt;br /&gt;love to get together, eat, and the "host" family&lt;br /&gt;comes up with a program.  This year the program&lt;br /&gt;was lip singing to Christmas songs, with certain&lt;br /&gt;props.  Some songs were:  Grandma(my Mom)&lt;br /&gt;got ran over by a reindeer, Feliz Navidad(Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;and Aunt Sherry shook it down), All I want for&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is you(Back up singer Nikki)...and other&lt;br /&gt;songs.  It was lots of fun, and we had a great time&lt;br /&gt;visiting with everyone.  Can't wait for next year!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I do have LOTS of blackmail pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SVa7rz73lVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rh-DlhHQFG4/s1600-h/Dec+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SVa7rz73lVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rh-DlhHQFG4/s320/Dec+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-1511445216808053356?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1511445216808053356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=1511445216808053356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1511445216808053356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1511445216808053356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/carpenter-christmas-party.html' title='Carpenter Christmas Party'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SVa7rz73lVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rh-DlhHQFG4/s72-c/Dec+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2478097278652649660</id><published>2008-12-14T16:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:11:51.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Years Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a my="" mom="" and="" her="" grandma="" thelma="" carpenter="" who="" is="" 100="" years="" on="" the="" 27th="" of="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcPVVL5QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SMqhRhgOuiw/s1600-h/November+2008+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcPVVL5QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SMqhRhgOuiw/s320/November+2008+043.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma, Thelma Carpenter&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;who will be 100 years old on December 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a five="" generation="" great="" thelma="" grandma="" my="" cashlyn="" and="" me="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcP8I4-XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PUFjdqAjNvY/s1600-h/November+2008+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcP8I4-XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PUFjdqAjNvY/s320/November+2008+064.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Generations, My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great Grandma Thelma Carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma, Donna Carpenter, My Mom, Cashlyn and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcQS1g07I/AAAAAAAAAM4/zwz5y_yxCHk/s1600-h/November+2008+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcQS1g07I/AAAAAAAAAM4/zwz5y_yxCHk/s320/November+2008+068.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a kids="" their="" great="" walked="" the="" house="" all="" wanted="" take="" pictures="" and="" my="" hair="" in="" won="" t="" i="" be="" she="" is="" such="" a="" cute="" little="" old="" with="" lots="" of="" humorous="" we="" are="" blessed="" to="" have="" her="" still="" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcQpVMqaI/AAAAAAAAANA/nv73kJiyPDU/s1600-h/November+2008+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcQpVMqaI/AAAAAAAAANA/nv73kJiyPDU/s320/November+2008+120.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids and their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great-Great Grandma&lt;/span&gt;.  When&lt;br /&gt;she walked in the house, we all wanted pictures, and&lt;br /&gt;she said my hair is in rollers.  We didn't care.  She said&lt;br /&gt;"Won't I be so beautiful?"  She is a cute, little old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma &lt;/span&gt;has buried 3 of her 4 children, lives in Thatcher&lt;br /&gt;with very little assistance, loves the gospel, and is full of life.&lt;br /&gt;She is independent, humorous, and we are glad she is&lt;br /&gt;still around.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;our Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2478097278652649660?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2478097278652649660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2478097278652649660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2478097278652649660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2478097278652649660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/100-years-old.html' title='100 Years Old!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWcPVVL5QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SMqhRhgOuiw/s72-c/November+2008+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-6684858315446597385</id><published>2008-12-14T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:48:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was lots FUN this year.  Charlayne and Russ had everyone at their home in Chandler, and we are so glad they put up with all the kids, lots of messes, and just let us come and go.  We had lots of good food,thanks to all the cooks, but most of all the best company.  Meghan's barbie car was a highlight...all the kids wanted to drive it.  Cashlyn didn't like olives, and didn't like them on her fingers.  We all ate until we were stuffed, and then stuffed again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWaYH21ORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6XVtcVYJ1b8/s1600-h/2008-12-14+November+2008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWaYH21ORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6XVtcVYJ1b8/s320/2008-12-14+November+2008.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-6684858315446597385?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6684858315446597385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=6684858315446597385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6684858315446597385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/6684858315446597385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving_14.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SUWaYH21ORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6XVtcVYJ1b8/s72-c/2008-12-14+November+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-8653460669706586396</id><published>2008-11-19T21:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:16:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A THANKFUL Heart</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;LOVE this season of &lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;, and of the &lt;strong&gt;CHRISTmas&lt;/strong&gt; Spirit. At times like this it is easy to reflect on the good of your family, community, and all around as many truly engage in a Christ like attitude. This year is no different for me, except I have cause to truly be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thankful, not only for the blessings I receive, but for a Savior who sends miracles, love, kindness, tender mercies, and much more that now I can see with a different eye. &lt;br /&gt;About 6 months ago, my life and those that I love most had a unforgettable life changing event. Carissa Gwen, my little 2 year, was killed in a tragic accident. Since that day, my life has not been the same. I may be the same on the outside, and in my mannerisms, but deep down my heart is different. Life is different. Nothing will be the same again, yet somehow, it will. My perspective on life is different...&lt;strong&gt;The most important things in life aren't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;. There are &lt;em&gt;miracles&lt;/em&gt; that happen everyday; I have to choose to see the good, to see the miracles. This month of Thanksgiving, is also a time of reflection. So here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa's memory lives on, she is forever in our hearts. I reflect on her short life, the joy and happiness she brought us; we are eternally grateful of having the opportunity to have such a sweet, innocent, energetic, loving spirit in our home. I think of her everyday, and most often wish her here with me.  But I know she is in Heaven, watching from above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of my cousin Jeremy was one to be patterned after. He loved life, laughter, and lived everyday to the fullest. Although Jeremy left his mortal existence too soon, in our eyes,...heaven is blessed by his contagious happy go--lucky attitude, filled with determination to be a better person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;THANKFUL for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY Family &lt;br /&gt;MY Sweet(not so little, anymore)Girls&lt;br /&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints &lt;br /&gt;Eternal Families&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A husband who holds and honors the Priesthood &lt;br /&gt;My home &lt;br /&gt;My husbands job&lt;br /&gt;Sisters &amp; a Brother who are always there for me &lt;br /&gt;Cousins, Grandparents, Uncles and Aunts&lt;br /&gt;TEMPLES &lt;br /&gt;Parents who lovingly give, and always welcome everyone to their home&lt;br /&gt;Memories of LOVED ones &lt;br /&gt;A healthy body &lt;br /&gt;My husbands family, who were strong enough to join the church, and help us in all we do, and in whatever we need &lt;br /&gt;The chance to be a mother &lt;br /&gt;The opportunity to reflect upon all that God has given me, and the opportunity to give THANKS to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I look forward to this season of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;THANKSGIVING, and of Christmas. I am thinking of something(any suggestions are welcomed) where we can remember Carissa in our home during this time, and would love for all to participate in her memory as well. She is our Angel, our guiding light, we will strive harder to obtain Celestial Glory because this is where she will be and we want to be with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-8653460669706586396?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8653460669706586396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=8653460669706586396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8653460669706586396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8653460669706586396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-heart.html' title='A THANKFUL Heart'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-340315538683377498</id><published>2008-11-10T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:47:00.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of my cousin, JEREMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRiJ6ETjlJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zWSokAm7SNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0551.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRiJ6ETjlJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zWSokAm7SNQ/s320/IMG_0551.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Bowles passed away peacefully in his sleep, November 3rd 2008, after a 14 year battle with Crohn's disease.  Jeremy was known for his love of life and family.  He had a contagious laugh, that he will be remembered for.  Jeremy would often laugh so hard to the point of breathlessness.  Jeremy was a great example to all and will be sorely missed.  He left behind, his wife, Sara and 4 small children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAIRY QUEEN OF HEBER IS GRACIOUSLY DONATING ALL PROCEEDS TO HIS FAMILY ON WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 12th, FROM 3-9 PM.  WE WOULD LOVE TO HAVE AS MANY SUPPORTERS AS POSSIBLE, SO PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD AND COME AND GET A TREAT!  This will be a tremendous help to his family.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-340315538683377498?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/340315538683377498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=340315538683377498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/340315538683377498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/340315538683377498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-memory-of-my-cousin-jeremy_10.html' title='In Memory of my cousin, JEREMY'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRiJ6ETjlJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zWSokAm7SNQ/s72-c/IMG_0551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3784147109125126746</id><published>2008-11-10T10:33:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:22:37.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRh18CpGsfI/AAAAAAAAALg/BWLxZ-wnlNE/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089438571672050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRh18CpGsfI/AAAAAAAAALg/BWLxZ-wnlNE/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn as a candy corn girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRh16Gip1zI/AAAAAAAAALY/KszDwNPX0V4/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089405258618674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRh16Gip1zI/AAAAAAAAALY/KszDwNPX0V4/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney is a fifty's chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRh13w78mcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KU3UQvYSi_E/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267089365099387330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRh13w78mcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KU3UQvYSi_E/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea as the witch. She won best costume&lt;br /&gt;at the youth halloween dance! She looked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween this year was bitter-sweet. I love to dress my girls up, and make sure they have cute costumes. Over and Over I kept thinking...what would I have dressed Carissa in, and then I decided I didn't know. Since she wasn't here, I don't know what she would have dressed up as, because I really didn't think about what she would have been, just that she would have looked so cute as a candy corn like her sister, a princess, or whatever the costume might have been. I still had fun and my girls were cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3784147109125126746?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3784147109125126746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3784147109125126746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3784147109125126746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3784147109125126746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SRh18CpGsfI/AAAAAAAAALg/BWLxZ-wnlNE/s72-c/IMG_0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-154722852980596586</id><published>2008-10-30T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:48:11.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Pumpkin Carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQoPA3hNWqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0ggXf53AKHo/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQoPA3hNWqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0ggXf53AKHo/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made it a tradition to carve &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; with as&lt;br /&gt;many Baum cousins that want to come. This has been a fun&lt;br /&gt;night and something to look forward to. The girls love&lt;br /&gt;picking out their design and attempting to carve it into&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;...the Mom's and Dad's are the ones who usually&lt;br /&gt;finish them. The best part, is when everyone is done, we turn&lt;br /&gt;out the lights and watch all the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; glow. The carvings&lt;br /&gt;look amazing. What a great tradition, who ever started it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-154722852980596586?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/154722852980596586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=154722852980596586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/154722852980596586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/154722852980596586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/annual-pumpkin-carving.html' title='Annual Pumpkin Carving'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQoPA3hNWqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0ggXf53AKHo/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3498844356179668000</id><published>2008-10-30T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:38:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It is the most wonderful time of the year-&lt;br /&gt;At least for Hal.  It's the season for hunting. &lt;br /&gt;Chelsea went out with her dad and got a deer, for&lt;br /&gt;the second year in a row.  She was so excited, and he&lt;br /&gt;was proud of her perfect shot, right threw the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Hal loves to be out in the woods: hunting, bugleing,&lt;br /&gt;calling, putting out cameras, scouting and of course&lt;br /&gt;shooting his own deer. (he drew a tag this year,&lt;br /&gt;he is still waiting on an elk tag).  Oh well, it is the most&lt;br /&gt;wonderful time of the year....for someone. &lt;br /&gt;I should be grateful that my husband isn't around to&lt;br /&gt;bug me as much, but I am not that trilled.  A day&lt;br /&gt;here and there...but NOT the whole season, which&lt;br /&gt;in our family lasts from January-December!&lt;br /&gt;TIS THE SEASON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQoNPIweWsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XcisWqVhfY8/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQoNPIweWsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XcisWqVhfY8/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3498844356179668000?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3498844356179668000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3498844356179668000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3498844356179668000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3498844356179668000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQoNPIweWsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XcisWqVhfY8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7989346805104343437</id><published>2008-10-28T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:32:31.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cashlyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASHLYN'S Birthday was September 20th. &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time celebrating her special day&lt;br /&gt;twice.  1st at Gma Wendy's and then at Gma Baum's. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the great gifts...she uses them regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn is our sweet baby, who brings lots of work and&lt;br /&gt;joy to our family.  She still loves to look at Carissa's pictures. &lt;br /&gt;I think of how cute, and fun they would have had&lt;br /&gt;as they grew up.  I know Cashlyn  misses her sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love her, and are excited to watch her grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQeS-3s5stI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z9GnRCx-jrw/s1600-h/IMG_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQeS-3s5stI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z9GnRCx-jrw/s400/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQeS_XQYq0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ODgxZ49ef5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQeS_XQYq0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ODgxZ49ef5Q/s400/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQeS_q9lgcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yn-BTIwD-6I/s1600-h/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQeS_q9lgcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yn-BTIwD-6I/s400/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7989346805104343437?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7989346805104343437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7989346805104343437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7989346805104343437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7989346805104343437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-cashlyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Cashlyn!'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SQeS-3s5stI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z9GnRCx-jrw/s72-c/IMG_0457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2602676809029773729</id><published>2008-10-04T15:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:42:58.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference</title><content type='html'>My blog is almost current, but before I forget I wanted to post about the Saturday Conference Session.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed and loved listening to conference.  It seems that when we truly listen, the speakers and the spirit testify and tell us specific things we need to hear.  I loved listening to Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Allred&lt;/span&gt; and her conversion story.  What a sweet testimony about missionary work, and how not only is she a member of the church, but lots more because 2 missionaries taught her family.  But the thing that stuck out in my mind, what I wanted to post and remember is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAITH is NOT only a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling, IT is a DECISION&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;  What a powerful phrase.  Lots that we do in the church and in our daily lives, are Decisions...not just feelings.  It is a testimony to me, that unless we act, we are not making decisions(right or wrong)...we are simply feeling.  And I know this conference has taught, that we are to act.  What Elder Holland said about Angels watching over us, and helping us...that just hits too close to home, and I am glad that even though I think that Angels are near, I now have a confirmation from a prophet of the Lord, Angels are Near.  How inspiring and touching.  I also loved when Pres. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uchtdorf&lt;/span&gt; said...hope, faith and charity cannot exist without the other.  What a wonderful blessing and opportunity to watch and listen to living prophets today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2602676809029773729?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2602676809029773729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2602676809029773729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2602676809029773729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2602676809029773729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/conference.html' title='Conference'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-2590157734668441882</id><published>2008-10-04T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:46:05.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Piggy went to the Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOfyLWM6NWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wXBlnr3cCvY/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOfyLWM6NWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wXBlnr3cCvY/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chelsea had a pig for 4H.  It weighed three times as much as her,&lt;br /&gt;but she still had to feed &amp;amp; water it everyday.  Then in September&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea got to take her pig to the fair, where she would show&lt;br /&gt;the pig infront of a judge.  Chelsea did well, she got 2nd place&lt;br /&gt;in her weight class.(255 pounds)  She also sold her pig(THANKS&lt;br /&gt;to the HOME Center for buying it).  Chelsea wants to raise&lt;br /&gt;another pig next year...the parents say, we will see!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-2590157734668441882?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2590157734668441882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=2590157734668441882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2590157734668441882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/2590157734668441882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-little-piggy-went-to-market.html' title='This Little Piggy went to the Market'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOfyLWM6NWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wXBlnr3cCvY/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-9186000240857893497</id><published>2008-10-04T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:32:29.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Labor of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOftcmk0yAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aIVVatSQ64I/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOftcmk0yAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aIVVatSQ64I/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Labor Day Weekend was full of &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time.  After spending the day shucking, blanching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;scraping and bagging corn we figured it to be cheaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to buy the corn from the store.  But what we learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was harvesting what "we" grew, and spending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quality time with the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; family&lt;/span&gt; is what is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also had a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; cookout at the park, where we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;played kick ball, and catching frisbees...a cheap, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;activity that will have lasting memories.  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-9186000240857893497?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9186000240857893497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=9186000240857893497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/9186000240857893497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/9186000240857893497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/labor-of-love.html' title='A Labor of Love'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOftcmk0yAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aIVVatSQ64I/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-5652504183665830726</id><published>2008-10-01T18:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:05:00.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOQrCT2l2_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/COHXKxtE0_U/s1600-h/schoolgirls+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252370384109820914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOQrCT2l2_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/COHXKxtE0_U/s320/schoolgirls+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chelsea going to Jr. High...8th Grade! (wow, she is growing up fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252370390761025730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOQrCsoXMMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LSQf2AKRhDo/s320/schoolgirls+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Year scCh00l came A liTtlE too soOn for me. I rEally enjOyed my SumMer...beIng Lazy, slEepiNg in, sWimMing, goinG to the ValLey aNd jusT spenDing Time with my Girls!&lt;br /&gt;I do hoWever, liKe beIng Back on a r0utine, Having the girls in Bed before nine, SeeiNg the&lt;br /&gt;Girl in theIr vaRiouS scHool acTivitEs &amp;amp; waTchiNg thEir fun, Beautiful peRsonaLities DeveLop. So heRe are The girLs' 1st dAy of School.(the post is a little late, but someday I will catch up)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252370390310602690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOQrCq8-R8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a1OMikeUd4I/s320/schoolgirls+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Courtney going to 2nd grade...she loves her teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-5652504183665830726?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5652504183665830726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=5652504183665830726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5652504183665830726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5652504183665830726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOQrCT2l2_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/COHXKxtE0_U/s72-c/schoolgirls+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-894199707749008716</id><published>2008-09-28T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:34:37.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This what We did during the Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOAwWSUsgvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NjQTQo7ya30/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOAwWSUsgvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NjQTQo7ya30/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-894199707749008716?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/894199707749008716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=894199707749008716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/894199707749008716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/894199707749008716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-what-in-did-during-summer.html' title='This what We did during the Summer...'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SOAwWSUsgvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NjQTQo7ya30/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4164306591284091503</id><published>2008-09-17T18:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:40:19.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Time to Reflect</title><content type='html'>I haven't been good about updating my blog every month.  I am getting there, I want to post about the summer, and then about the girls starting school.  But I just couldn't help but post some of my feelings about the past 2 weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel like my heart obtained an open wound, and then there are times when I feel like my heart is not as heavy as before.  During the last week, and since, I have had lots of time to reflect.  Time to reflect on the events that took place during the week of May 26th, time to reflect on how it felt to loose a child, time to reflect on things that are most important in my life, and most importantly time to reflect on the life of my Savior, Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to reflect on the events of the week of May 26th, I thought about that specific day and how I would have never guessed, or expected something of this magnitude to happen to my family.  I relived the feelings as I helped another sweet, spiritual, strong family in my ward and neighborhood  go thru the loss of their baby boy.  It was a tender week for both of us.  I remember how I felt as I saw the ward and community rally around them.  I remember the comfort I felt as felt my Savior near, and the strenght the preisthood was.  I thought of the tender mercies given to me, my family, and this other family.  Most importantly I thought of the love my Savior has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to reflect on how it felt to loose a child, I think about this alot.  I know that I am not the only woman to loose a child, and this thought gives me comfort.  In talking to that sweet sister, she reminded me about Mary.  How Mary the mother of Jesus, lost a child too.  I have thought about this today, and I feel sad, knowing that Mary had to suffer.  Mary had to watch her son nailed to a cross, and suffer for each one of us.  My heart breaks, I cannot imagine watching a child physically suffer so that ONE might be saved.  I love Carissa, just as each of the mothers who have lost a child love their own.  But I know my love is but a small fraction in comparison to the love Christ has for each of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to reflect on the things that are most important to me, and about my Savior, Jesus Christ.  I was reminded today by a dear friend, that we need to be more CHRISTIAN.  We need to love as Christ did.  Unless we LIVE by the things we are taught, going to church doesn't matter.  The gospel of Jesus Christ is important, but not only did Christ teach the things we must do, he LIVED them.  Family is the most important unit, and relationship we can have on this earth and in the life to come.  The temples are the house of the Lord, and only in them can FAMILIES BE FOREVER.  I always had the goal to obtain the celestial kingdom, but now my goal is 10 fold.  I have a sweet little girl, who has already proved herself and I want to be with her.  FAMILY, IT'S ABOUT TIME! Nothing is more important to me than The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and my family!  I love the phrase: "Together is my favorite place", how true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full, and my mind is doing circles, but I know the Lord loves me and comforts me.  The power of prayer is real, and it is a blessing to pray to loving Heavenly Father who hears and answers me.  The tender mercies of this past week made me realize how much I am loved, and how much Christ is aware of us.  I love to serve others, and it was a great pleasure and blessing to help this family.  Blessings are all around us, are we willing to accept and acknowledge them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4164306591284091503?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4164306591284091503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4164306591284091503' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4164306591284091503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4164306591284091503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/lots-of-time-to-reflect.html' title='Lots of Time to Reflect'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-9071377674088635398</id><published>2008-09-11T17:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:13:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Eyes of a Child</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to add one more thing about the birthday party we had for Carissa.  My sweet niece Meghan came up to Heber shortly after we celebrated Carissa's birthday.  This is how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan "Aunt Elisa, we missed Carissa's birthday party"&lt;br /&gt;Elisa-"You did, well thats Ok, Meghan"&lt;br /&gt;Meghan-"But we will come next year time"&lt;br /&gt;Elisa-"That's good Meghan, I hope you can come"&lt;br /&gt;Meghan-"We have to come, cause someone has to blow out her candles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought how sweet...it is all about the candles.  Little children are so pure and simple.  Who cares about the presants, who cares about the gifts.  It's all because you have to blow out the candles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-9071377674088635398?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9071377674088635398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=9071377674088635398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/9071377674088635398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/9071377674088635398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/through-eyes-of-child.html' title='Through the Eyes of a Child'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-5601163378935234397</id><published>2008-08-26T19:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:58:19.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Flowers</title><content type='html'>It is a very different feeling to celebrate a birthday for someone you love, without them actually being present. I haven't decided yet, if I liked it or not. Nevertheless, we wanted to remember &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; and the life that she lived, so we had a birthday party (kind of) for her. It was a sad day for me, but I knew that I wanted to remember her on that day (July 8th) and for the rest of her birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239024669152526722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLTBLdZYQYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R4HIVL3RJhw/s320/1000839_itA_085.JPG" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls left flowers on her grave, one for each&lt;br /&gt;year of how old she would have been.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9VIJwYHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IwlFfh4YGLY/s1600-h/1000800_itA_114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239020437202034802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9VIJwYHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IwlFfh4YGLY/s320/1000800_itA_114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9VqFVo3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nWsRgqY3p2Q/s1600-h/1000809_itA_108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239020446310310770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9VqFVo3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nWsRgqY3p2Q/s320/1000809_itA_108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9V9IX5LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YzwuV92u2g4/s1600-h/1000814_itA_104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239020451423315122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9V9IX5LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YzwuV92u2g4/s320/1000814_itA_104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9WX93RCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zdcpo1AijPE/s1600-h/1000825_itA_092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239020458626991138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLS9WX93RCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zdcpo1AijPE/s320/1000825_itA_092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the Heber cousins let balloons go, in her honor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-5601163378935234397?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5601163378935234397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=5601163378935234397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5601163378935234397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5601163378935234397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-flowers.html' title='3 Flowers'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SLTBLdZYQYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R4HIVL3RJhw/s72-c/1000839_itA_085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-8438030689001159367</id><published>2008-07-30T17:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:58:01.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Pictures</title><content type='html'>Grandpa &amp;amp; Courtney enjoying the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMM2B954I/AAAAAAAAAGk/laBKh3rY-gQ/s1600-h/IMG_0083%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228974057155585922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMM2B954I/AAAAAAAAAGk/laBKh3rY-gQ/s320/IMG_0083%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashlyn asleep before the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMNXz9PWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5elyPh8eo-M/s1600-h/IMG_0122%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228974066223627618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMNXz9PWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5elyPh8eo-M/s320/IMG_0122%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal at the parade with water gun...FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMNpGu88I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RJ7umPtxs6U/s1600-h/IMG_0069%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228974070865785794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMNpGu88I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RJ7umPtxs6U/s320/IMG_0069%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa's firework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMN2rvfZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ruzRizutGvg/s1600-h/IMG_0164%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228974074510671250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMN2rvfZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ruzRizutGvg/s320/IMG_0164%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney signing the firework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEIujBtxHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rmBKILAP25g/s1600-h/IMG_0059%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228970238123295858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEIujBtxHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rmBKILAP25g/s320/IMG_0059%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing the fireworks &amp;amp; talking with the man incharge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEIu9mwJNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rfME98jEiZs/s1600-h/IMG_0061%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228970245257962706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEIu9mwJNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rfME98jEiZs/s320/IMG_0061%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-8438030689001159367?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8438030689001159367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=8438030689001159367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8438030689001159367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8438030689001159367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/courtney-signinng-firework-hal-and.html' title='4th of July Pictures'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEMM2B954I/AAAAAAAAAGk/laBKh3rY-gQ/s72-c/IMG_0083%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4221498122995411985</id><published>2008-07-30T17:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:58:24.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, July 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="568966295676202147"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html"&gt;4th of July&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July this year was lots of FUN, as usual. We love to have the Carpenter family come up, and spend the weekend with us. There is always good food, visiting with family, and of course, an abundance of delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year our family started off the 4th of July weekend, by participating in a Heber tradition. Every year, the men in charge of the fireworks let off a firework in memory of someone who has passed away. We went to the house, and got to sign the big firework, it was the biggest fireworks they make. We could write whatever we wanted on it. They told us Carissa's firework would be the last firework of the night. It was a fun experience, one that our family didn't know about. I guess when you join "the club" you learn about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the firework signning, we went to Carissa's grave and put 4th of July balloons there. A lady was there and gave the kids pennies to put on the grave. She told how the pennies are like Angels from heaven. It was fun to take all the kids back to the grave, and let them throw the pennies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4221498122995411985?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4221498122995411985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4221498122995411985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4221498122995411985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4221498122995411985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july_30.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-5925057981517233659</id><published>2008-07-30T16:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:19:51.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennies from Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEEvhRwm7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SzTCbTAsNuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0065%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228965856787078066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEEvhRwm7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SzTCbTAsNuQ/s320/IMG_0065%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEEwJLurjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/n6qxTED3fJM/s1600-h/IMG_0066%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228965867499204146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEEwJLurjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/n6qxTED3fJM/s320/IMG_0066%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pennies from Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a penny today, laying on the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not just a penny, this little penny I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found pennies come from Heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels toss them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When an Angel sends a penny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sometimes just to cheer you up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a smile out of your frown-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or simply to remind you...YOU ARE SPECIAL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a penny just for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found pennies are gifts from Angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be kept for yourself or to share with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This penny was meant just for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To remind you---YOU ARE SPECIAL TOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-5925057981517233659?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5925057981517233659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=5925057981517233659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5925057981517233659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/5925057981517233659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/pennies-from-heaven.html' title='Pennies from Heaven'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SJEEvhRwm7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SzTCbTAsNuQ/s72-c/IMG_0065%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-8547837140563939448</id><published>2008-06-17T18:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:38:44.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have been thinking alot about the events of the past few weeks. I am trying to write things down, and want to remember everyone who has done so much for us. I know I haven't sent out all my thankyou notes, but I wanted to PAY A SPECIAL TRIBUTE TO MY FAMILY. We have a great family. We(Hal &amp;amp; I and girls) could not have survived these last few weeks without them. So THANK YOU family. My parents were always by our side, with whatever we needed. I loved that my parents opened their home to so many, and that all feel welcomed there. I am grateful for a dad, who honors his priesthood, and was able to give me a blessing when I needed it most. Hal's parents were also there, and many who know Wendy and Hal came to support us, through them. My sisters and brother did so much for us, they helped us through a difficult time. They helped us in anyway we needed, but more importantly they were there when we needed them the most. From the clothing and such, pictures, trinkets, frames, even money, our families were there from the beginning. Valerie and Haskel, and his parents, came home early from their camping trip to help out. They always asked what they could do to help, and wanted to do more. Words can not express our gratitude, love and support we have felt from our families. FAMILY is the thing that matters most. We want our extended family to know, we love and appreciate them . We are truly blessed to have such a wonderful, loving family. We appreciate every single one of YOU! We are very humbled by ALL who came to the funeral. There were lots of family that traveled far, and came to be with us. We could not have asked for any more; we know we are loved, and that our family cares about us. We love you all! THANKYOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-8547837140563939448?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8547837140563939448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=8547837140563939448' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8547837140563939448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/8547837140563939448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-family.html' title='The Best Family'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-1094868003824671911</id><published>2008-06-15T15:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:44:42.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memmories of Carissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa &lt;/span&gt;was the best baby, and hardly ever cried. She had lots of dark hair, sweet little lips, and the biggest brown eyes that would melt your heart. For the 1st year and a half of her life, she only wanted her mom. And now we are happy to say she is Daddy’s little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; loved the outdoors, and loved to be with her dad in the woods.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Carissa&lt;/span&gt; had her own fishing pole, and liked to go fishing with whoever would take her. She knew the sounds of elk and tried to copy them. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; could identify the difference of an elk or deer. Whenever in the woods &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; would say, “I see the elk”, even if there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t any animals around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; loved to watch barney, and recently she loved Dora the explorer and Go Diego, go. After the girls went to school, that’s what we watched all morning. But the best part is:&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Carissa&lt;/span&gt; had to have popcorn. So every morning we would have popcorn, and watch her shows. Even if her sisters were watching their shows, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; would climb up, and put her Barney tape in the VCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; loved to be a shadow to her big sisters, Chelsea and Courtney. She was also excited to be a big sister, when little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; would sleep with Chelsea, sing and dance with Courtney, and loved to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cashlyn&lt;/span&gt; in the doll stroller and push her around.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; was up when the girls were getting ready for school, so she could feed the pig, and tell them goodbye. I think she just wanted to make sure Mom or Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t leaving and she would miss the opportunity to go.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; loved to talk on the phone, and would call anyone who would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa’s&lt;/span&gt; favorite color, and she told everyone. She also came up with colors for everyone in the family. My favorite was when we asked her what is dad’s favorite color, she would say camouflage.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa &lt;/span&gt;knew she had big brown eyes, but also knew the color of everyone’s eyes in our family. She knew that 3 of us have brown, and 3 of us have blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; loved her nursery class, and to sing primary songs. Her favorite was “Book of Mormon” stories. She memorized the 1st and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; articles of faith, and would proudly say them to all who would listen. She would say “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; belief, and in HIM son” and at the end of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; A of F it was “not for Adam’s concussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; was a sweet little girl. We will always remember her, and she will be truly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-1094868003824671911?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1094868003824671911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=1094868003824671911' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1094868003824671911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/1094868003824671911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/memmories-of-carissa.html' title='Memmories of Carissa'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7781085582853176459</id><published>2008-06-13T18:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:39:15.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Carissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167479602886&amp;amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167479602886&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p1/2810246167479602886/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167479602886&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p2/2810246167479602886/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=2810246167479602886&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/m/2810246167479602886/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167479602886&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p4/2810246167479602886/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7781085582853176459?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7781085582853176459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7781085582853176459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7781085582853176459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7781085582853176459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Remembering Carissa'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3125324352699717644</id><published>2008-06-13T18:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:26:03.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy or Destiny?</title><content type='html'>Here are some of my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has blessed our lives, through this trial. We know that it was her time to go. The events that happened are evidence of this. My entire family (about 25 of us, including 10-15 grandkids) were all at my mom's house. We had a great day, the kids playing outside, and us visiting. It was Monday the 26th, and my sisters were just getting ready to go back to Mesa after a great Memmorial weekend. My husband, Hal, needed to move his truck so my sister could get her car out. No kids or other adults(except my sister in her car) were outside at the time. Carissa(my little girl) ran out, by herself, around 4 vehicles, and behind my husbands truck. My sister in her car was the only one who saw what happend, and couldn't get her car in park fast enough. My sister picked Carissa up off the ground, and handed her to my husband. Hal and an EMS neighbor worked on her, then the ambulance and crews arrived. They all worked her about 1 hour,(There was no hope from the beginning) but nevertheless they tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was long. But thru prayer, and blessings my family pulled through. I had lots of friends who gave lots (scrapbooking her pictures, making her guest memmorial book, and nice video), we were truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a great trial, no one should have to bear. But I know that some children are TOO PURE, INNOCENT, and SWEET to have to endure this life. The miracle of it all is...I will see her again, and FAMILIES CAN BE TOGETHER FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is empty without a two year old. My heart breaks, and the days are long. The Lord strengthens me and through friends like you, and lots in my town, I have the will to go on. Truly words of comfort, and unspoken thoughts have blessed our lives. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can go to www.owensmortuary. com to see her obituary and picutre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3125324352699717644?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3125324352699717644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3125324352699717644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3125324352699717644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3125324352699717644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/tragedy-or-destiny.html' title='Tragedy or Destiny?'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-7304198698518865820</id><published>2008-05-17T15:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:14:31.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90oAZbOfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-54qb8diOHU/s1600-h/IMG_0387%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201504325286443506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90oAZbOfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-54qb8diOHU/s320/IMG_0387%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90ogZbOhI/AAAAAAAAADI/PbTmLziqkJw/s1600-h/IMG_0453%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201504333876378130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90ogZbOhI/AAAAAAAAADI/PbTmLziqkJw/s320/IMG_0453%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90ogZbOgI/AAAAAAAAADA/PqaoWPlKC1k/s1600-h/IMG_0406%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201504333876378114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90ogZbOgI/AAAAAAAAADA/PqaoWPlKC1k/s320/IMG_0406%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90pAZbOjI/AAAAAAAAADY/lvolzFb6os4/s1600-h/IMG_0436%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201504342466312754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90pAZbOjI/AAAAAAAAADY/lvolzFb6os4/s320/IMG_0436%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90owZbOiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cvDzi1Wbpy4/s1600-h/IMG_0393%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201504338171345442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90owZbOiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cvDzi1Wbpy4/s320/IMG_0393%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After many late nights and lots of partying, we decided we couldn't be in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; and NOT go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/span&gt;. So Monday morning, dragging ourselves out of bed, we ventured to the theme park. Just getting to the park is a "ride" in itself. After parking, you get on a train to a boat dock, then bored the boat to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney's&lt;/span&gt; entrance. This process (which we would have to repeat at the end) took about 1 hour. At first we were slow going, but by midday, we were having lots of fun. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt; isn't as big as Disneyland, and by 5:00pm, including a stop for lunch we had seen the whole park. Carissa, Cashlyn, and Elisa waited for the others on most of the rides. Chelsea and Courtney loved the rollercoasters. Wendy and Hal had a great time taking those that could ride, and then switching off if Elisa would ride. Courtney loved Thunder Mountain Railroad, and Chelsea loved Splash Mountain. Big hint: Don't take your own stroller(too bulky, and extra work), rent one of theirs. The double stroller was 30 bucks for the day, Chelsea (yep, Chelsea), Courtney and the 2 little girls all used it. It was WELL worth the money. I am ready to go back. (Maybe not to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney World&lt;/span&gt;, but to Disneyland)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-7304198698518865820?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7304198698518865820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=7304198698518865820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7304198698518865820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/7304198698518865820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-world.html' title='Disney World'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC90oAZbOfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-54qb8diOHU/s72-c/IMG_0387%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4235892946365835313</id><published>2008-05-17T14:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:55:09.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming with the Dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wRAZbOaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/i46fyq2U-QQ/s1600-h/044_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201499532102941090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wRAZbOaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/i46fyq2U-QQ/s320/044_44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wRgZbObI/AAAAAAAAACY/l2i1ZpP5Egk/s1600-h/030_30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201499540692875698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wRgZbObI/AAAAAAAAACY/l2i1ZpP5Egk/s320/030_30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wRwZbOcI/AAAAAAAAACg/60j2HoFG7cQ/s1600-h/040_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201499544987843010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wRwZbOcI/AAAAAAAAACg/60j2HoFG7cQ/s320/040_40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wSAZbOdI/AAAAAAAAACo/sHL7qJ0mPes/s1600-h/032_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201499549282810322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wSAZbOdI/AAAAAAAAACo/sHL7qJ0mPes/s320/032_32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wSQZbOeI/AAAAAAAAACw/voDKokSDLho/s1600-h/025_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201499553577777634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wSQZbOeI/AAAAAAAAACw/voDKokSDLho/s320/025_25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The day we went to Nassau, in the Bahamas, we spent the day at the hotel Atlantis. This in itself is a vacation of its own. The hotel is huge, has several swimming pools with slides and the works. It also has a dolphin habitat, where you can swim with the dolphins. Wendy, Chelsea, Courtney, and Hal Jr. got to swim with them. They all loved it. Chelsea and Courtney were a little scared and needed Hal to help them, but over all, it was GREAT! A once in a lifetime experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4235892946365835313?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4235892946365835313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4235892946365835313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4235892946365835313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4235892946365835313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/swimming-with-dolphins.html' title='Swimming with the Dolphins'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9wRAZbOaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/i46fyq2U-QQ/s72-c/044_44.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-190385819698779291</id><published>2008-05-17T14:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:19:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n-QZbOVI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ra1PVFKnxyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0111%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201490413887371602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n-QZbOVI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ra1PVFKnxyQ/s320/IMG_0111%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n-gZbOWI/AAAAAAAAABw/UC7PIYlxW2c/s1600-h/IMG_0064%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201490418182338914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n-gZbOWI/AAAAAAAAABw/UC7PIYlxW2c/s320/IMG_0064%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n_AZbOXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SyJ4FFAZA38/s1600-h/IMG_0053%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201490426772273522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n_AZbOXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SyJ4FFAZA38/s320/IMG_0053%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n_QZbOYI/AAAAAAAAACA/rYM8bIKj258/s1600-h/IMG_0083%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201490431067240834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n_QZbOYI/AAAAAAAAACA/rYM8bIKj258/s320/IMG_0083%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n_gZbOZI/AAAAAAAAACI/fgHqooO-7XI/s1600-h/IMG_0283%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201490435362208146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n_gZbOZI/AAAAAAAAACI/fgHqooO-7XI/s320/IMG_0283%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to start the summer early and went with Hal's parents on a Disney Cruise. Chelsea and Courtney got to miss school, and we all went to the sunshine state for some fun. Hal, Wendy, Chelsea, and Courtney flew out early Wednesday morning to go to the beach and play around. Hal, Elisa, Carissa and Cashlyn were the NOT so smart ones, and took a red-eye later that night. After meeting up, we got on the cruise ship Thursday about 1:00pm. Our fun was just beginning. The girls loved being on the boat, and seeing everything Disney. Each night we felt like we were in a 5 star resturant. The ship feeds you SO good. Mickey and Minnie were always available for pictures, and we took lots. Our 1st stop was Nassau, in the Bahamas. The beach was so fun, the water crystal clear. It was paradise. At this stop, we went to the hotel Atlantis, and played around. (See next post) Back to the ship after a long day. The second day, we went to disney's private island...Castaway Cay. This was fun. Hal Jr., Wendy, and Chelsea went snorkeling. The rest of us layed on the beach, and played in the water. It was back on the boat for our last night. Disney had lots of shows (all about disney's characters), a pirate night, teen club(which Chelsea loved and spent most of her time), a club for Courtney (went there every once in a while, she was nervous to be by herself), movies, LOTS of food, swimming pools. It was GREAT fun. I would love to go on another Disney cruise when my kids are older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-190385819698779291?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/190385819698779291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=190385819698779291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/190385819698779291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/190385819698779291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-cruise.html' title='Disney Cruise'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_zgYJYwkuM/SC9n-QZbOVI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ra1PVFKnxyQ/s72-c/IMG_0111%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4828411562557248142</id><published>2008-05-17T14:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:40:25.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turkey got away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone knows one of Hal's favorite things (or should I say his MOST favorite) is Hunting.  Hal drew a spring turkey tag, and he was so excited.  Hal arranged his work schedule so he could go out opening morning.  At 5:00am, he came home and went out to the woods with a buddy.  About 7:00am Hal calls, I am thinking, Oh great! he got the turkey...the hunting is over.  Not so lucky.  Instead, Hal said he got a hole in his hand, and needed stitches.  What?  This is how the story goes..."we were riding in the truck, and my buddy looks over, there is a huge Tom(male turkey).  So after fumbling with door to get it unlocked (1st clue), I get out.  The riffle was locked, and I couldn't get the gun to cock (2nd clue).  I started running after the turkey, and I fell on a rock (3rd clue), and then the blood started coming.  I managed to shot at the turkey, but only hit some feathers.  The turkey got away.  (good job turkey, I mean poor Hal).  I look up in the trees, and there is the hunter, who was calling in the turkey. (not his day).  I started running back to the truck.(couldn't run fast enough)."  Moral of the story...stay in bed!  Well needless to say, after several days of hunting, between work and vacation Hal did NOT get a turkey.  Oh well, there is always next year.  Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4828411562557248142?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4828411562557248142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4828411562557248142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4828411562557248142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4828411562557248142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/turkey-got-away.html' title='The Turkey got away'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-9010856352866996623</id><published>2008-04-18T16:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:58:47.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots &amp; Casts</title><content type='html'>The Halls had an eventful week. My girls love to be in the spotlight...but this time I am NOT talking about photo shots, or Acting casts. It all started when Chelsea got home from track and said she couldn't walk. Her ankle was swollen, she said it was sprained. So on Friday(last week) we took her to the doctor, and got x-rays. Whoa and behold Monday morning the doc called and guess what the acting was real...she broke her ankle. Well, being the smart Mom that I am...and to save gas, I decided to take the two little girls to get shots, and Chelsea to get a cast at the same time.  Yep, I am bright. One in a cast, and two with leg pain. I think I need a CAT SCAN! (lol)Chelsea is hopping along good and wants the cast off, to run and jump, but it will be another 2 weeks. Carissa and Cashlyn were FUSSY for 2 days, with fevers and kind of sick...but now they are on the mend. The 2 girls need to go back in 2 months for more shots. This time I hope NOT to bring a third child along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-9010856352866996623?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9010856352866996623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=9010856352866996623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/9010856352866996623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/9010856352866996623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/shots-casts.html' title='Shots &amp; Casts'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-3740445973164879041</id><published>2008-04-10T17:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:54:47.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair &amp; Nails</title><content type='html'>Chelsea &amp;amp; Courtney LOVE to have their hair and nails done.  So thanks to Aunt Nikki, Chelsea got acrylic nails on Saturday during Conference.  Courtney is in the Girl Scout Club and today they went to Showlow to the college.  She came back with an "updo" and a manicure.  Now my girls are STYLIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-3740445973164879041?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3740445973164879041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=3740445973164879041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3740445973164879041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/3740445973164879041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/hair-nails.html' title='Hair &amp; Nails'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511017567920039651.post-4307329205391867952</id><published>2008-04-03T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:57:56.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girls, Little Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We love our little girls...well some of them are NOT so little anymore.  I (Elisa) hope to post lots about our Girls...they are CUTE, FUNNY, ADORABLE, SMART,  and everything else a parent brags about.  Hope you enjoy our posts, most of them will be about the little JOYS of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511017567920039651-4307329205391867952?l=hallstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4307329205391867952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511017567920039651&amp;postID=4307329205391867952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4307329205391867952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511017567920039651/posts/default/4307329205391867952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-girls-little-girlseverywhere-i.html' title='Little Girls, Little Girls'/><author><name>Hall Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
